Writing Prompt

Art and music in her, a symphony of light.

Her soul is a canvas, emotions a hue,

A violin's strings play a tune like her heart.

Tulips dance in her garden, cats at her feet,

Her dream car awaits, on the 11 street.

Her heart is a masterpiece of her own,

A symphony of love, a song to call home.

In her garden of dreams, she'll always find,

I wish you love, through all time....

“How do you always know what I’m thinking?”

I glance across the table and took a deep breath. I already had a response planned out, and John’s response played in my mind. I’d already experienced the conversation before it happened. Next, he was going to get up and pull a salad out of the fridge, and of course complain about the diet his girlfriend put him on.

“I understand that she wants to be h...

The ability to see into the future is a curse I’ve fought against my entire life. It always felt like the paradoxical chicken and the egg. Was I really foretelling my future or were my prognostications just ideas planted in my mind that became self fulfilled prophecies? Which came first? I couldn’t figure it out and wasn’t sure it really mattered.

I yearned to live a normal life. When the n...

He’d been practicing lately. This time last year, he was only clinging to fragments of events, with no inkling of when or who they came from. He had no control of them. They began with physical sensations: the texture of clothing, heat from the sun, euphoria, sadness, tension. Always little pieces of long repressed memories making their way to the surface of consciousness, but not his own. Never ...

I have dreams. Well not dreams, visions at night. Dreams wouldn’t be the right word, because dreams are something you want, these blurs in the future aren’t exactly what anyone wants.

Every night I get a chance to see into someone else future. But lately I’ve been seeing a lake at the edge of a forest at night and then complete darkness.

Every night is the same. The woods get more real and...

She was sore. She was tired. And she was angry. This morning had promised pancakes and long lie in the night before. Instead the morning delivered Alexander’s girlfriend showing up, an argument, and Estrella slipping out of Alexander’s back window. Estella was angry with herself.

The campus was blue skies and fluffy clouds. People making better life choices hurried to classes. Squaring her should...

I stood before the portal. Usually when Starling sent me somewhere I could see the destination. This time it was nothing but darkness.

“You sure you want to do this, Mum?”

I looked back at my boy. He was already full grown. I knew almost ever possible future. But why was it when I first held him in my arms that the moment after I stepped into this portal everything was blank. Not for just a ...

There are a few rules to seeing the future. Rule number one, you only get glimpses, joy the full picture. Rule number two, you can’t see other Prophets in the future. And rule number three, there are more than one paths and roads in future, so just because you see something doesn’t mean it’ll necessarily happen. It just means it’s one of the possible outcomes. So I was minding my business, reading...

I woke up ready to spy on my big brother John again only he bust though the door saying plainly that I can’t spy on him and to stay away from him. This obviously surprises me but he always had the uncanny ability to see in the future somehow. The day begins like any other day in the summer, he plays games in his room until 12 noon then eats something then leaves to be with his friends however afte...

Merlin bowed before the throne. “You summoned me, Your Majesty?”

Uther Pendragon nodded, his eyes shaded by his furrowed brows.

“Merlin, son of none, are you not my court seer?”

“And ever loyal to king and country, Your Majesty.”

“Are you not a seer?”

“I am that, Your Majesty.”

“Can you not see everything before it happens?”

“For many centuries, Your Majesty.”

The king harrumphed. “And d...