Writing Prompt

To address poverty.

The eagle stands tall

The parrrot dances

They all have one thing in common

They all have wings.

To lift them up and carry them away swiftly across the wind

Each year migrating to new land

To new hopes of surviving the snowstorm

Called life.

But have you ever heard of the lost tale

Of the bird with no wings?

Nothing to carry them up

Yet nothing to hold them down

The fish m...

No one but them knew she had only a day left to live. She had dirty blond hair, matted and coarse yet still somehow remaining glossy and silky. Green eyes that had long since lost their sparkle locks on my face, sorrow and emptiness and a hint of another unnamed emotion coating the dark irises.

“This is our last time talking to each other, huh?” She says with a faraway look in her eyes.

I swall...

“This could be our last chance. Why don’t we just take it?” Asked john’s brother in haste. John stood tall in the train station scanning the mystical train. It was purple and red and had vines surrounding the walls and roof. There were random eyes and claws attached to the walls as well as weird drawings of creatures.

The brothers stood in front of the train while people surrounded them walking i...

“This could be your last chance. You should take it,” Mara said, throwing back her second shot of the night. She’d demanded an immediate girl’s night out and since I hadn’t left my apartment other than to go to work for weeks, I figured a change of scenery wouldn’t hurt. Plus I knew she was prone to cabin fever if she didn’t get to catch up.

I stared down at my drink – still untouched – shruggin...

“I’m not sorry,” Damon grabs my arm forcing me to face him. We’re in the middle of a parking lot. It’s mostly empty except for a few cars, a truck and a van.

“For what Damon?” I ask, a cool wind blowing my blonde hair over my into my face.

Damon gently brushes my hair away from my eyes, “You know what Mia.”

I look away from Damon’s dark eyes, shaking my head slightly.

“Mia, I know you love me,”...

In the end we regret what we haven’t done. But instead we should look at what we have done. Right? My mom asks this question everyday. She’s not looking for an answer she’s looking for away around life.

I lean my head against the door. Mom and dad are arguing and this time I can’t tell what it’s about.

“This could be our last chance?” Dad shouts, making the door shake as he slams his fist on the...

It’s like you can’t move or breathe when you think of her. You think back to the special moments you would spend together and how much it meant to you. It’s so hard for you to imagine what could have been.

You’re sure she doesn’t think of you, but she does. She thinks of you almost every day and night. When she sees you, her heart melts with joy but also sorrow for everything you could have been....

The heads of my men hung dejectedly as they nursed their wounds, a layer of gravitas settling over the room. I glanced over the group, my heart sinking at the sight. All these soldiers, people I'd trained and fought with....they'd all been beaten and broken to the point of losing hope.

I couldn't blame them. I mean, who am I kidding, we all knew it was a lost cause from the beginning. But that d...

Nala and Rohan grew up together in a small town upstate New York. They dreamed of flying. When they were six, they would pretend they were birds or dragonflies and run around the yard. When they were ten, they would act as pilots, commanding a cardboard box or a swing set as if taking off and soaring through the air. At age twelve, they would eagerly rush home and do their homework, both top stude...

{NCC - Spiders Warriors. Chapter 4}

[District 7, Neon City]

(Sofia’s point of view)

Alzec hadn’t spoken a word since they left the Wasps compound. Sofia on the other hand was being consoled by the young girl. Noel sat staring into the front windshield.

“He led us out here to die” Sofia gasped, still looking out at the Ash city as the sun started its accent.

“We got found out. It happen...