Writing Prompt

You have cast a spell on me. My thoughts are cloudy around the purple potion you are dragging to me. A floating rainbow of only purple in the fields of withering away flowers on an empty field. Where the sky is gray I see you under my umbrella. My colour matches yours. A distant sight yet so close. The sparkling magic in front of my eyes. With a light at the end drawing me closer and closer to you...

Usually, the smoke and noises were normal. But it was never anything like this. This time, the smoke was purple instead of red. There was no noise to it, just a cloud shifting through the sky. It didn’t come from where it was supposed to either. Usually it came from far away from the city, so in case something goes wrong, nobody gets hurt, as mom says. This cloud was coming from the middle of the ...

I asked for a sign, but how can I be sure this is it?

I wandered the forest and the fields since I was a child and never stumbled upon such thing as this.

I’ve always felt connected in a strange way to nature.

I always ask the Gods, the nature, anyone that’s out there and willing to listen, for help. To guide me, show me a path.

Maybe this is some sort of sign.

With autumn setting in, flowers...

My stance stay as planted into the soil,

as I gaze at the explosion,

I feel exposed.

They won’t stop looking back,

the purple shards coated the grass,

burning it to brass,

Stop looking,

Please.

The cloak ruffles in the cruel winds,

the winds sneer and peer at me.

Stop.

Looking....

I walk, umbrella overhead, still dripping water droplets from the downpour. The amethyst crystal necklace I wore bounced against my chest with each step. The dead grass parts, creating a trail for me to follow. Almost like the grass was guiding me to my destiny. It was cold and my shawl pressed tightly against my shoulder. It provided little warmth from the wall of icy mist that clouded around me....

*GET THAT GIRL NOW*

The wind brushes past the trees

The leaves shoot bright green

The puffy dress rips clean

Sticks crackle in 1 2 3

The sky spraks violet pink

Storms strike their land

Nightmare dancing around the trees

Thought the forest scary as can be

The girl runs quickly quickly quickly

Only to be stuck again

Or stuck she wanted to be

On the other side of the forest leaves

Is her...

Maria pulled the cloak tightly around her body. Her hands were dry, her lips were chapped, and the skin of her face was peeling. It had been two weeks since she was forced to leave everything behind, and she would have asked for nothing more than the confines of a safe home. 

_Was I always plagued by this illness? _She wondered. There was nothing that had made her feel set apart as a young child,...

Silence breaks the air when a cloud appears in the distance, could it be magic? or maybe a storm possible of ablitirating the planet. my eyes widen as it travels towards me, am i going to die?

it doesn’t look dangerous. it gets closer and closer, i get curious and move towards it, risking my safety but letting my curiosity take control....

Though my mind says to run the other way

My heart wonders what storm is made of the same material that shields me from rain....

An eldritch storm cloud lies just before me.

The crackling purple fog beckoning me to leave this place

and return to my own plane.

For now, my parasol shields me from the waxing silver orb,

just visible at the end of day.

The celestial mirror casting its moonwake

on the rippling waters of a nearby pond.

The lachrymose song of a nearby songbird bids me adieu

I whistle back that I'll return,

but w...