Writing Prompt

Procrastination can kind of sickness. This title shows us there is not any time lines and just eating time!...

“Nooooo!” I shouted as Gary tumbled down into the endless death hole of sand. I reached my hand out as if that would do anything while Gary is going down the death hole at rapid speeds. I was scared when the giant skull had a merged from the sand. Yet we had no idea that it would cost one of us our lives. At this point all we could do was hope and pray that somehow Gary doesn’t die. Harry on the o...

"Sand, sand, sand, and oh, Mina," Emmett said, "look, more sand."

Mina turned a page in her journal. Her inkpot had cracked somewhere along their journey. The blue ink had seeped and slipped, smudging her map and the detailed notes she had taken.

She sighed, wiping her stained fingers on her skirts. "Do you have a grievance against sand?"

"Yes!"—Emmett leant over the rim of the hot-air balloon ...

Careful what you wish for - so they say

Change the thoughts - they’ve said

You’re in control - what they’ll tell you

But what if..

What if the death of thought has wished for you

Changed you into being the victim and under their controlling spell wondering through the darkness for a glimps of light

Listen to me when I tell you I’ve tired - like actually

Tired to gain a tight grips as I fall ...

He jumped off. Falling through the air it felt like hours. This is how he went out. This is how it all ended. He was just 5 foot away from the ground now. That’s when, the unexpected happened. He didn’t die. He was on a bungee jump enjoying his time on holiday! He was Dugg. Dugg was a tall man who normally wore causal clothes like track suit bottoms and a hoodie. He was on holiday in Florida with ...

There once live a village, in a world surrounded by magic. Everywhere and anywhere had a story or adventure, it was never a dull day in this village. The village sat on the direct boarder between two of the most popular biomes in the land, one a desert with many ruins and temples, and the other a forest that provides generously for good people. One half of the village would has blistering heat, ...

The chasm still seemed to be widening, though it was an illusion. The dust had begun settling, and Alfred’s screams had slowly subsided to a subtle echo within their minds. There wasn’t even a trace left of his sudden descent into the maw of the newly formed sand skull.

They had been promised an exciting adventure for treasure, and the trail now seemed to lead inside of this apparent death t...

I’ve never seen a doctor about my mental state - I’ve never even told anyone about it before - but I guess a doctor’s opinion would be formed along the lines of me having mild depression. Now, I don’t know whether I have it or not, but I used to be outgoing, I used to enjoy the company of people, and with the thoughts I harbour, I would not put it past this being the doctor’s diagnostic.

Now, eve...

The club is bouncing. The loud music leaves no space in my head for thoughts. I step out into the desert air. The nighttime breezes are cool, but I can still feel the day’s head radiating off the pavement.

Cheeks and Rum stumble out together. “Why’d you disappear?” Rum slurs. He has an affinity for the drink which, like him, comes from Jamaica.

“I needed some air,” I say without looking away fr...

If I am doing this correctly, I’d say the new life ahead of me, starting April 4, would be the start of my adventure, with a terrifying leap. The picture describes a skeleton, making a hole in the ground, sucking a man in. All his friends are worried and reaching for him, yet it is too late. I would understand that feeling all too well the minute I had my baby. Except stop. Hold on. Although I am ...