Writing Prompt

Most people ignore it. Even more people can’t see it. But it’s there. And it is important to so many creatures.

The building on the left rises above, housing humans as they go about there day.

But what rises up on the right is the most unique thing. To the human eye, you will see an empty lot with nothing more than stray cats.

But to the supernatural eye, it is home.

One problem, people can’t see...

When they were born, Raphael and Narissa had no way of knowing that they would become mortal enemies. Their parents gathered them around when they were ten, telling them about their powers. Raphael inherited his father’s necromancy; Narissa, her mother’s growth magic. Together, they could do beautiful things for the world. But they became bitter, each one wanting the other’s gift. “If only I could...

“Hotel is too expensive, Shadow Mind, I told you this,” Shadow Queen hisses, looking up at the red walkway that they have to walk across to get to their rooms. “A-And you want me to walk across that? Did you know that we could like… fall? Or something.”

“Are you scared?” Shadow Mind raises an eyebrow and chuckles quietly.

“And you bought four different rooms. I told you, we didn’t need this for-...

He was my Pyramus

My Orpheus

My Romeo

The age old tale of love forbidden

Star-crossed children

Believing that fairy tale

That fate will converge

In their favor

We met in the hideaway bridge

Everyday when the dusk settled

Lamplights went on

And the moon glistened like a pearl

Against an iron sky

Between his home and mine

We shared secret moments

Silent passions

Worlds we created

Until...

Death all around! And by death I mean trees, leaves, nothingness…only the cold is here to embrace it all.

The city is shrouded in the white powdery ice crystals of winter. A city that knows not it’s self very well.

Deep within the city’s congested concrete jungle, stands a bridge. This isn’t a bridge of the ordinary. No…this is a bridge that has been built to create an unlikely friendship betwe...

There was a time when the worlds were created the dragon folk built their worlds according to their kind installed the dragon core deep within the planets and made bridges through different dimensions and after 200 years here in London we found one that appeared and a lot of people are traveling through this bridge saying that they can go into the past and alter the future but the bridge is fading...

Nottingham, industrial powerhouse of the old British Empire. The heart and soul of the Industrial Revolution, bringer of steam power, factories, mass production, the birth of automation.

Nottingham, the home of Robin Hood, saviour of the poor, man of nature.

Nottingham, city as declared by the Queen Victoria, city of man.

In the city was a line like any other. Lines don’t tend to appear much in ...

I am way too old and nobody believes me anyway. You’re too young to understand and wouldn’t believe me if I told you that that bridge, yes, that bridge up there connecting those two old buildings is an exact replica from Prague after the Second World War. It represents the love, though short-lived, that connected two families, who would have otherwise hated each other during a time of chaos and co...

Thriving and dying. The bridge was the and, you see? You don’t see…

On the east side sat the hospital, shuttered after the war. The TB wing along made people want to burn it down but no one could promise that that wouldn’t destroy the bridge and what was beyond it so shuttering would have to do.

Beyond the bridge a powerful showing, an empire in two words; Sweet Surrender. Baselines that could ...

On one side of one door you might find nothing at all. Not nothing in the most literal sense; that would be quite impossible, but just how you’d expect. It was empty. An enormous open space, scarred by wicked graffiti and streaks of all urine down the walls. It was the perfect sort of hang out for anyone looking to make trouble.

And on the far side of the far door from there was where the troubl...