Writing Prompt

A figure stands and watches the magical dust enter the town as her family is hopefully hiding safely. That’s who the villain is after. Not her, but her family. She is hoping she can keep hee family safe by being a distraction or even sacrifice. She would bear whatever this curse may hold as long as her family was safe....

This is not what she expected when she grabbed her favorite purple umbrella for a walk in the drizzling rain. Escaping into nature when the weather feels like a moody fall day, always provided her this type of somber solace. However, this time she was feeling everything but solace. Seeing the purple haze from afar, ignited every bone in her body. She immediately knew the day she had been dread...

Red and blue

Makes a purple hue

Many hues actually

But this one is more true

Deep, vibrant

It lights up the sky

Clearing out the gray

Clearing out the dullness

The darkness to make way of light

Clouds of purple from afar

It’s like my shining star

Of hope

Of faith

I’m ready with each step I take

I hope on the way I don’t break

As I know this weight on me

Is one of many that I can shake...

Stranded in the desolate remains of human destruction,

I walk alone - perhaps the last soul left behind. My only task now is to scavenge, to find some resources to survive.

It’s a bleak and lonely conquest, but today, something unusual catches my eye.

Before me swirls a cloud of deep, purple mist, like a playful fog laced with stardust. Could it be some sort of sorcery? The kind of thing you on...

Just a man we’ve followed from a lost land

A man with no shadow for we take the place

Am man you’ve only heard in books

Followed him so much we forgotten how he looks

All we get is a veiw of his back

The silk cape, the long hair, the dirt left on his tracks

The red umbrella covering the back of his head

But the the grey clouds that lie forth

As he snaps his fingers and turns rainbow to to...

Smokey horizons captivating my vision. Is this reality or an apparition? So beautiful yet bizarre, can’t really make a decision. Should I enjoy the view or finish my mission? What mission? Oh right, the one about escaping this tunnel vision. Not sure how I ended up in this position, maybe it was my ambition of finding true happiness that let me in a eternal division. Should I embrace the freedom? ...

The field was a vast expanse of beautiful grass and greenery.

I held tightly to Mara’s hand, hoping she wouldn’t run for the looming tower of purple smoke that rose in the distance. I couldn’t trust it, and yet it called to me like nothing had before.

And so I started walking. Mara’s small hand in mine and an unbrella shielding us from the drizzle with fear in our hearts but hope in our stomac...

i hate the color purple

the color of cabbage and

plums and freshly washed

grapes all the foods

that we used to enjoy together

on birthday cakes and mall

trips and so many more adventures

i hate the color purple

the color of red and blue

that has been muddled together

the colors that i saw

when i found out that something

i never thought possible

had actually come true

how could you ever leave me...

Authors note: kind of the prompt? Also planning to be part of the book I’m writing. Also, ignore all grammar mistakes.

The blue sky, filled with pale, puffy white clouds.

The rolling hills, covered in lush green grass, thriving.

Unlike me.

It all seems so peaceful, beautiful, unlike me.

After everything, I’m close to breaking. To falling down into a deep abyss of darkness, and never thinking ...

I used to like Mary Poppins- That is, before I met Lolly.

One stormy night she stepped into our lives with a storm snapping at her heels. I had been slightly suprised when I saw her lopsided grin, freckled face and scruffy hair. She didnt seem like the sort of Nanny mother and father would’ve picked for my brother and I. I remember glancing their way, but mothers usually pursed lips and upturned ...