Writing Prompt

I recognized his eyes as soon as he walked through the door. I froze. I couldn’t do this right now. The crimson stare of Jemor Brenk is one I still see when I lay down to rest every night. I would give anything to be the young girl I was when we first met. Running around town and razing havoc everywhere we stepped, he truly was my best friend. Our friendship eventually started to develop into some...

I reconized his eyes as soon as

He walked through the door.

I couldn’t do this right now or

Anymore.

He’s always on my mind,

Even when I try to look away

From his eyes. Why do I always

Have to look his way?

Why can’t my eyes just stray away?

I don’t know why I can never look

Away maybe because when I look

At him everything just seems to fade

Away. I know I shouldn’t feel this way.

I need to t...

Oh hi snack how are you." He grabs my neck and push me angsts the shelf. Every thing falls down. Popole come to brake us up. You fuck my life up.!" remember how i lost my eye?" No i don't." He try's to take me out the store. But he could not he is stop by the store manger. He drags both of us to his office. Sit down both of you"! He sits down to. So please tell me why too grown men are fighting i...

I hung there, drifting in In-Between, holding a compass in one hand and a souvenir teaspoon in the other and staring at a rusty anchor, which, it seemed had been waiting patiently for my not entirely inevitable return.

My thoughts were not calm. Nor were they serene. For want of a better description, I was frazzled.

“Right. What now?”

Well obviously, ‘what now’ on this occasion turned out to ...

Of only I knew what it felt like to be at the jaws of death would I know what it feels like to live

I jump at every opportunity like it’s an empty trampoline park

I dream of life without morose or with an adventageous sort of way

As Thoreau said “the mass of men lead quiet lives of desperation”

But reaching the end is reaching out with no destination

Here lies the beast of all that is grand

W...

We both stared at eachother for a second.

“…Absolutely not.”

“…agreed.”

He turned and walked out of the room....

There was no mistaking the eyes. Sycker’s heart dropped deep into his stomach as he realized who stood before him.

Most dragons had a natural affinity for magic. Sycker’s bloodline was especially potent in magic, and his brother had quickly mastered the art. But Sycker himself wondered if the gift was selective in its recipients. His brother was a professional in mystic trickery. Sycker, not so m...

I recognized her eyes as soon as she walked through the door. I froze. I couldn’t do this right now.

You see, I’m a treasure hunter. There’s a lot of money in it if you know where to look. The reason I wound up here, however, was because that darn map led me here. I must have read the map wrong.

It couldn’t be that the map _itself_ was wrong; I had paid much too great a price for that possibili...

His eyes. They were my favorite part of him. The way they drew you in. They made you feel as if you were being suffocated by bliss.

Although his eyes were wonderful, I wished to never see them again. I’ve dreaded the day I would have to stare into those silky eyes and relive our past differences.

He happened to walk through the café door just as I had to leave. I crashed right into his rock hard...

Eyes tell the story

You were never sorry

It’s always your way

That’s why I can’t stay

Goodbye...