Writing Prompt

Everything evolves

Around me changes

But still stay here

And meet new faces

I’m small

And deep in the ground

Where sometimes newcomers dig

And welcome what they found

I last forever

After my short term

I used to move

And change form

But now I’m forever still

Holding what once was one

I’m a mere frame

A casing of history

Yet thousands look at me daily

With wonder and fear

But I know the storie...

No more words needed.

Human will.

Never changed.

Ever.

War never changes

Beginning to the end.

War caused by

The corruption of human will....

Life is full of seasons. With each season comes change, some good and some bad, but the one thing that didn't change was the love my grandmother showed me. That love was not always expressed as kind words and a hug. Sometimes my actions warranted gentle guidance and discipline to teach me wrong from right. As I became older, I took for granted that love, having never not had it. When my grandmothe...

When you are born people say that your life starts

I disagree it starts when you babble and people listen

It starts when people hear your voice

When they start to hear it your personality can become clear

Maybe you’re sassy, funny, kind, sad, torn, excited,or energetic

When your heard people start to like you or hate you those that like you often become your friend

When you make friends with s...

“There will always be people who doubt you, Thomas,” his mother had said, “it’s up to you whether you let them bring you down.”

Thomas had been six at the time, clinging to his mother’s skirts, palms grazed from slipping over gravel. He couldn’t quite remember how it had happened, but the memory of his mother wrapping him in her arms was as strong as her peony perfume.

“There now,” she’d kissed...

God is forever the same

Never changing and his name

He is God everlasting

The bright star never changing

He gave his Son to adore

So we’ll live forevermore

We praise God and his Son

Holy Spirit three in one

God adopted each of us

And he made man from the dust

From man’s rib women were made

For Gods love will never fade...

The world dances to the beat of the universe, wearing its shoes made from shining golden stars. They tap against the blackness of the galaxy and dance on the ceiling, for there’s nothing too crazy for this world.

Blinding lights reflect off of buildings and shield people from seeing the blood running through the streets. The call of death rings in the ears of those who fear it the most. Three si...

Throughout the days of antiquity,

Throughout the haze of being me.

Hope it stands so steadily,

Guides our hands with ease, you see?

Searching ever through pains of past

To move you forth, not backwards, fast....

Mark sat down in the back of the small apartment with his hands clenched together. He looked over at the digital clock hanging on the wall over a worn leather sofa. Everything he has was worn and second-hand.

It was a quarter after two.

He rubbed his face and laid his head back against the wall. A large sigh exhales from his body reveals the nerves in his stomach.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit,” he s...

Flynn whirled around. “But those are senseless! Prophecies are senseless! Useless! Propaganda!” he blurted. “You’re not even supposed to know Alexis took the scroll!”

“I didn’t know she found the scroll,” Quintilian said calmly, fingering his staff. A milky orb sat at its top, glowing white. “She only said she knew the prophecy somehow. Interesting she chose the scroll route.” He stroked his bear...