Writing Prompt

Charles enjoys company. He loves a good party. Any one and everyone is welcome. Come as you are. Don’t worry about hair or make up or dressing the part. He just likes to be surrounded by people. Especially if those people are willing to stroke his ego. Charles does not have a vast array of talents, but he is a people person. He can figure out what makes you tick. What makes you happy. What makes y...

He struts into the tavern, the only thing on his mind being getting a good drink. He is greeted by Tom, Dick, and Stanley, who he greets by punching their arms, causing them to wince.

The bar tender has his drink ready for him, which he takes with him to greet the ladies sitting at the table. They fawn over him, jostling each other to sit next to him. He taunts them, barely paying them any mind, ...

It took some time to realize my torturer had left the room. At first all I could register was that the pain was gone, for the moment, and relief flooded my brain, and I barely even heard his receding footsteps, or the heavy metal door opening and closing. But then the pain did not return, and I slowly found the strength to lift my head. The room was empty. Just me and the angled metal slab I was c...

She had cropped hair, lightly brushing against her collarbone. It had originally been blonde, but was long since dyed black.

With her eyeliner on point, her long, dark lashes stood stark against her creamy skin, framing glittering green eyes.

She had been popular, once, with the boys. Nowadays, the female population flocked to her, and the men stayed far away.

She was always welcome, wherever s...

You’re perceived as a brutal animal. Vicious and bloodthirsty. But now I realise how foolish it is to think you swim to the beaches to hunt tourists. You’re such a beautiful, gracious and majestic fish. None of the fame you have is deserved. I can only hope people welcome you rather than fear you. That they protect you rather than kill you. Sharks. Such a misunderstood creature. I loved too meet y...

Everyone's moved on.

And yet the death of you still clatters within me. Like a blade striking fresh earth. Soundless. Brutal. I remember you through my wounds. My scars serve as a scrapbook.

Is it foolish to wish this all was just a dream? Penned by a twisted mind with too much time on its hands? Or maybe there is a dream to which I can escape. I would welcome nescience gladly. Take its hand. ...

Signs Emma signs forth to die .

Rhymes Emma rhymes forth with time .

Make and mold your hi’s .

Soften and lower goodbyes.

Clumsy flumsy foolish girl .

Just sing and fix your curls.

Emma don’t Emma won’t .

Emma Covers it with her coat ....

God! I’m such an idiot. I should’ve never came here, the depression just shoves itself into the air but it does faze me. This is the best moment of my life! A day for celebration. People have been looking at me like I have nothing but he meant nothing to me. In fact, this is the best I’ve ever felt in a long time, a very long time. Those moments where I thought we had a glimpse, the smallest glimp...

He smiled - more of a smirk than anything - at me from across the bar. I gave an awkward wave, thinking about how his tattered shirt made him look like he had just crawled out of a dumpster. He took that as an invitation to walk over, a glass of a deep, red liquid sloshing over the rim clutched in his right hand.

“Well, hello there, handsome.” He set his glass down next to me, scooting the bar s...

He is a young, cold-blooded prince-turned-king who is known for his brilliance.

After years of preparation, he murdered his parents and blamed another planet’s government for it to kickstart a war he believed to be inevitable.

As brilliant as the prince is, he is arrogant, costing his people major casualties in exchange for victories. He does not find joy in sacrificing his people, but he deems...