Writing Prompt

It is essential for individuals to have a close companion, such as a friend, who can provide value through considerate actions. In times of difficulty, this individual is able to offer empathy, assistance, and solace through prayer and physical presence. The display of care and affection is noteworthy, as its absence may lead to feelings of emptiness and a void that hinders personal progress without the support of a significant other. A sense of incompleteness and a desire for a partner who can offer a sense of uniqueness and affection will be experienced in their absence.

SHELTER OF CARE

In a world where storms may rage and howl, Children search for a comfort that's not foul. A haven where hearts can find peace, Where fear fades like morning mist release.

Under the care of gentle hands, Love creates protective lands. A refuge built with care and grace, Where every child can find their space.

Here, the walls are strong, yet kind, With warmth and peace entwined. No harm can pierce this gentle shield, A place where wounds are gently healed.

Smiles and laughter fill the halls, Chasing shadows off the walls. In every room, hope is reborn, A sanctuary where dreams are not torn.

The garden flourishes with gentle light, A sanctuary to dispel fear and fright. In this secure haven, children can thrive, No longer cowering from the world outside. Voices are heard without dread, Guided with affection, their paths ahead. A refuge for healing hearts, Where every child finds a friend's impart. With open arms and gentle words, Troubled hearts can breathe, not unheard. Within this refuge, no harm is found, Just love's warm embrace all around. Let's construct these spaces vast, Where every child can find repast. A sanctuary for healing, joy, and grace, A loving, nurturing, sacred space.

It's a funny thing really, the tattoo that marks my skin. Everybody else's tattoos are a picture that brings joy to all parties, but not mine. I honestly can't tell if it's the picture or the fact that I have someone who is meant to care bout me unconditionally and vice versa. The tattoo on my right shoulder was of a phoenix, something that signified resurection and life after death. When I die, which I pray will be soon, I would like my terrible life to be over. And really, someone who is supposed to care about me no matter what? Isnt that also the job of a parent? If neither of my parents care for me, why would some rando? Its all a bunch of B.S. which is why I always keep it covered. Then again it was only a matter of time before I saw her walking down the street. How do I know it was her, you may ask, she was in a tank top, the bane of my existence. She was flaunting the phoenix while all I wanted to happen was for it to disappear, and yet, for some reason, all I wanted to do now was talk to the girl. In that instant all my previous feelings went out the window. She soon stopped at a cross walk, this may have been my only chance. Being too deep in my thoughts, I hadn't realized that she was referring closer, so close that she bumped straight into me. "Oh my god!" She exclaimed, "I'm so sorry! My names Ember," "Uh" I hesitated, "Asheley,"

Everyone knew who their best friend was. Except for me. I was driven insane with the thought of being alone. I was nice, had good grades, and helped everyone whenever I could. Yet, somehow I was the only person who hadn’t gotten their friendship marks. Everyone got 3 marks. One of them was on the wrist of your dominant hand. It represented your best friends interest, like sports and other extracurriculares. The second mark was on the left side of your neck. It represented your compatibility with your best friend. Often, the people who became best friends weren’t compatible yet, but over time they would grow and change together. A full heart meant you are compatible, a half heart meant not compatible yet. The third and final mark was on the tip of your pointer finger, which had their initials. Once you knew their initials, fate was destined to lead you to them. I never knew anyone who didn’t know their best friend by the time they were 15. I was now 16, with zero marks, and zero hope.

Liam was supposed to told him that he was 13,but when he told everybody,no one believe it they always said the same thing

“You had a beer and you are tall, you were just like a old man”so he haven’t make any friend

But it quiet nice,when he was looking at the car the sailer let him to drive and even said this thing

“If you let me to gave this car to you I would give it for free,”

Because he think Liam was a billionaire,but when he turn on the key his dad come in and ruin the whole progress,he was a lonely guy,even the school he was studied on think he was the head teacher until they saw the real one.Now everyone is wondering why he didn’t go to the doctor ? He been to the doctor,but every time they said was

“That was normal you didn’t need to be very careless” so that make him to be harder to found a friend.

He can’t found a friend,but maybe in the rocket he can found one.

Can they found the orbit again and the Earth will they will survive in the rocket forever,let find out.

I didn’t have a best friend until I was 16. Up till then, I was very lonely. Actually, I was close to my sister, but that was a different relationship. I was longing for someone to accept me as I was- emotional but empathetic. Could anyone care how I felt? I knew most people didn’t. Melinda and I just clicked. I’m not sure why. She was my age, but behind a grade. I thought she was wise and I guess we saw eye to eye most of the time. We listened to each other because we had common interests. This was such a welcome change. Usually, any one of peers would take me at face value which was not impressive. No one tried looking at me beyond my behavior, which a lot of the time I couldn’t help. I was ashamed and depressed before I made Melinda’s acquaintance. She saw me as I always wanted to be seen- a spiritual person. See, we both were students at a private academy. There was a lot of judgment going around. I thought I would never outrun my reputation. Melinda never put on airs; she came from a poor family. I was also underprivileged. It was like we had to stick together; we had to have each other’s back. There were a lot of haters we had to stand up to.

(ok so this is nothing like the prompt but i just HAD to write this today. I love it too much! its a small piece of my book that I spent a minute or two on.)

Adalia paced from one end of her room to the other while Anna sat at the end of her bed trying to calm her down.

“I can't do this!” Adalia shouted with tears in her eyes.

“I already have enough to worry about!” she fell to her knees with her hands covering her face. Leaf rounded the corner.

“Not a word.” Anna warned him as she patted Adalia’s back soothingly. Silently, he stepped into the room and sat in front of her. Eventually she inched herself forward until Leaf could wrap his arms around her.

“What's wrong?” he asked softly.

“Y-you’re going to be a father…” she said in a low, terrified voice. His face lit up.

“A father?! Well that's great!” he said, hugging her tighter.

“I'm going to mentally die! I can't have a kid! Not yet! I have the kingdom to worry about. I have to make sure we have enough crops being grown to feed everyone, I have to worry about finances, I have to-” leaf put a finger over her mouth to stop her and then grabbed her by the shoulders firmly.

“You are going to be an amazing mother, do you hear me? Everything is going to be completely fine.” he said.

Some people spend their whole life searching for their other half. Me? You could say I have other plans. Otherwise I wouldn’t be sitting here waiting to kill someone else’s. I’m getting ahead of myself though.

I was 6 when my mother first explained marks to me: the mystical system by which we were all to be matched up with our soul-mates, our other halves, our ‘mark mates’. Mine was a crescent moon. My mother said no other mark could have better reflected my wilfulness than the star that pulls the very oceans within its grasps at will.

“It’s how your father and I met,” she explained, eyes glazing over with the ethereal memories of the past.

“It’s like meeting the other part of your soul, Faith,” she explained.

“Like all of a sudden you’ve stumbled across a missing piece of a puzzle you didn’t even know you needed.”

But mark mates weren’t always romantic; these could just as easily be lifelong friends.

However, some people clearly found the idea of being tied to one other individual for the rest of their lives somewhat tiresome and a black market trade in marks has long kept those with wandering eyes in the market for their next soul match. How does that work, you ask?

When I was 17, I was jumped by two men in balaclavas (a cliche I know), blindfolded and gagged, the skin of my beautiful crescent moon mark cut mercilessly from my flesh whilst all I could do was scream in futile agony. As I laid there bleeding, numb and trembling with shock, I couldn’t understand what had happened to me. Why would somebody do this?

I would later come to learn that this was all part of an illicit trade in marks for bored men and women no longer willing to settle for their existing other half, and willing to pay the price for a trade. For the right price, it turns out anyone can be in the market for a new mark mate, should the first one be deemed undesirable. Just a quick and painless operation under sedation to transplant their existing mark with a new hijacked mark and you’re the brand new owner of a future full of new possibilities. Unfortunately, it comes at the expense of robbing someone else of theirs.

Once I realised what was going on, I made it my mission in life to stop it. I may have been robbed of my soul mate, and all the hopes and dreams that may bring with it, but I will be damned if I am going to let these scumbags keep on doing to others what they did to me.

It turns out the undesirables who jumped me were involved in an organisation called Metamorphose (talk about playing to your audience - I feel nauseous just thinking about how the customers must eat up the poetic imagery, whilst the likes of me get sliced and diced). With a little sleuthing on the dark web and a new connection with a not entirely salubrious new hacker friend, I was able to track down the two meat heads who’d stolen my future from me.

Truthfully it wasn’t too difficult to dispatch them - it was easy enough to set up a terribly tragic gas leak in the hovel of an apartment they both shared. They were both so high I honestly doubt they’d have been able to put up much of a a fight on their own turf if i’d have gone in a strangled them both to death at that point, but I’m not a monster. They needed to pay for what they did. Now they have.

They were just the start though: the brawn of Metamorphose’s billions dollar operation. I was after the brains, a man called Dimitri Walker, and I’d found him. Some digging had shown me that Dimitri held the keys to the castle and, without him, Metamorphose’s whole operation would crumble.

So here I am, staring across into Dimitri’s £3 million penthouse through a pair of obscene binoculars as I watch him sipping from a particularly expensive glass of Macallan 1926 whiskey gifted to him by a trusted colleague. Except, spoiler alert, this particular bottle might have had a little something extra added by yours truly. As I see Dimitri’s body crumple to the ground through the circular lenses of my binoculars, I can tell you one thing - revenge is best served in a crystal glass on the rocks.

Everyone in this world is born with an other half that supposedly completes them. Supports one another through everything they choose, no matter how negative or positive the outcome may be. Always there for you. A Best Friend.

Well, I personally believe that the whole thing is downright stupid. Why do I have to find someone to lean on, and in return be miserable with me?

No. I’ve learned just how quickly people will drop you like a overused hat the second they find there “best friend”. It’s pathetic. Sad, even, for both parties. I’ve learned to fend for myself for the last 18 years of my life. I’ve stopped making friends, because they don’t treat me like an equal when discovering there marked equal.

The mark of an ‘X’ is a disgusting reminder that the universe thinks we NEED someone there for us, and everyone is fulled by the sweet lies.

And that very mark shows up as I watch the news, though it’s not on my wrist. No. The ‘X’ on the person is surrounded by tattoos, making it almost blend in as one of the back art on his skin, if not for some strange…familiarity that fills my chest. It doesn’t show his face—though—I decide not to check based on what I hear about this person, nor severely invested.

“Man reported for being on Red Notice, name, unknown, but if anyone recognizes his heart or his partners mark for being a suspected accomplice, please report to the police immediately.”

….Sometimes, frick my life.

A piece of great wisdom arrives unto all souls at some point in their journey; whether it arrived by spoken word, a written story, an indescribable feeling or intuition, or a testimony of a beloved, it all has the same centerpoint: loneliness is not solved by other people. When this wisdom arrived to Ezra, she couldn't help but look outward towards those she spoke of as friends for many years and came to the realization that the only thing she had in common with her "friends" is, well, that they were friends. Ezra was not as broken hearted by this truth as she thought she would be (and thought she should be) but instead felt a certain freedom that there was more to be discovered in relation to people she'd come to meet. She believed she found the key to understand her new simple, yet difficult standard with all people that would come her way and it became something of a mantra for her. "All relation with others shall need depth and weight in order to secure anything of meaning. We all have an endless indwelling within us that allows our spirit to flow freely in true and raw connection. To embrace loneliness we have but one option: to dive deeper inward and find how to befriend one's own self. For we can only meet people as deeply as we have met ourselves..." Ezra never went a day since then without the phrase "depth and weight" rattling in her head. It became not a happenstance experience but a mission to pull from others innersprings while offering her own. She continually coped with the idea that she might never have a humanly best friend but as she actively befriends herself, she will be the best of friends to all around her. Truly, the depth and weight comes not from yourself but from how you see everything around you. Ezra was in good relation to all that is beautiful and she found that all was beautiful.