Writing Prompt

“Rachel.” “Zay.”

The environment feels stiff, like someone put a lock on the things we can say. “How’s the relationship?” That’s the only thing I think to say. “Oh, it’s… okay, at best,” Rachel replies. “He just keeps ignoring me whenever I try to start a conversation.” The thing I want to say in response is unable for me to be said. I can’t exactly respond to Rachel saying that…

“Who even plan...

His eyes were dark- so very dark, like the sky on a winter night with no stars. Deep, too, like a puddle on the path that was actually a hundred feet deep, just waiting for some unsuspecting girl to accidentally step in and-

The stable door flew suddenly flew open and crashed against the wall with a loud bang. I jumped and whirled around to face the door, turning away from Baldur. The poor horse n...

_“Her eyes, her smile, the warmth she gave me..is this real?.., but..she’s not real. Oh archon, why does it have to her?-“ _He muttered to himself.

The _‘bird’_ from afar glances at him as she smiles.

He responded with a rather unpleasant look on his face, but what can he possibly do? His feelings is towards a ‘bird’ that was bound to be eaten by someone like him. Sadly, the ‘lion’ doesn’t know ...

-Finn's POV

She was sitting next to me, our shoulders slightly touching, her gaze on the ocean.

I could hear the sound of the waves, ringing in my ears like a lullaby. But my focus ? It was on anything but the waves.

She was beautiful. The moon, high above us, was creating a halo of light, hitting the soft features of her face. The light breeze was clearing her hair from her face, allowing me t...

"I've had enough" I muttered under my breath.

"What?" he enquired, turning his head to look at me with a quizzical look on his face.

"Never mind" I gave up. We were on the bus home together and this was not the place to have this discussion.

"No, go on, please" He begged. He had a slight smirk on his face as he leaned over the table we shared to poke me with his pen. I sighed, realising that ...

It was dinner time with her college friend group. Elaine glanced across the table at the sweet young man sitting across from her. Paul was her best friend, and though she often wished they could be something more, she hid her feelings for the sake of her friend Ella. Ella had confided in her several days before that she liked Paul. _“And that’s fine,”_ she thought to herself. _“All I really want i...

Al was trying to figure out just which throw pillows to put out for Athena. She liked the Halloween pillows but she liked the black ones with the roses too. That’s part of why he’d worn charcoal jeans with a rose on each back pocket. He had picked a perfect playlist and set the diffuser with a pine scent and just a hint of rosemary. Everything had to be ready before she got here with tea for her o...

INT. BOOKSTORE – LATE AFTERNOON

(A quiet, cozy bookstore. Stacks of books surround the space, muffling the outside world. AMELIA, late 20s, browses a shelf, pretending to focus. Across from her, LUKE, early 30s, does the same. They glance at each other when they think the other isn’t looking. The air between them is heavy, charged—unspoken words clinging to the silence.)

LUKE

(softly)

You always...

The café was nearly empty, the hum of the espresso machine filling the silence between them. Olivia stirred her coffee absently, though she hadn’t taken a sip in ten minutes. Across from her, Ethan scrolled through his phone, pretending to be engrossed, but his fingers hovered motionless over the screen.

The air between them was thick—charged with something unsaid, something neither of them dared...

And there he stood, hands in pockets, laid back stance, smirk on his lips and eyes locked on mine.

I glowered.

God, I hated him.

I really, truly hated this man….

I did!

I hated his pride, his know-it-all smirk, not-a-care-in-the-world stance and his cold, piercing eyes; eyes that would look right past your own and deep into your soul, stealing secrets you’ve never once told.

_“You good?”_

H...