Writing Prompt

Though his ears were ringing, Cael could still hear the cries for help of his comrades lying in the mud, bleeding out and dying. Cael pressed on.

'Get to the fort, deliver the intel. Get to the fort, deliver the intel.' The mantra played in Cael's head over and over again, helping him drown out the screams of soldiers; of friends. He had been given a very specific task - deliver the map of the en...

There could be no doubt. The pigeons were out to get him.

It didn’t come as much of a surprise to Nelson, who saw a kind of kinship between the pigeons and people of London. Both flocked to the streets in droves whenever the sun could be bothered to show itself. Both moved in jagged, unpredictable lines. And both were undeniably stupid.

And that wasn’t Nelson’s opinion, it was an undeniable ...

You have a loud voice, but maybe it’s triumph——

Triumph to grab all the attention in a room

Triumph enough to shove all your doubts away and face anything head-on

Triumph enough to make an impact unapologetically true

You never follow directions, but maybe it’s daring——

Daring to do things whichever way you want

Daring enough to look at our angry faces without fearing

Daring enough to be able to ...

Lying can only get you so far

It can get you a broken car

Lying can also get you to hide your real feelings

While not beneficial, they are temporary humans

Don’t actually do that though

It’ll make you worse, and only make a bad show

Liars know how to manipulate the vulnerable

And make them extremely uncomfortable

(I really don’t know how I was supposed to make this work, im sorry.)...

“I don’t care. I don’t care. I don’t care.” I continue repeating myself because maybe I can trick my brain into believing me. “I don’t care.” Even I can hear the falter in my voice. “It doesn’t matter that he’s gone. You’re better without him.” Still not convincing. I feel my heart breaking, but all i can do is stare at the wall blankly. I know I have to let him go. Let go of the way he held me wh...

they said she was too confrontational, too forward. that she was down on her luck and needed a friend. this friend happened to be a tall, slender, model like girl who makes everyone feel important— thats her specialty. the words of her friend was the final push that broke the dam and suddenly emotions and feeling came rushing out and the girl confided in her friend. she said that making friends in...

I didn’t like this prompt and honestly didn’t really know where to go with it, so I didn’t do it, but I decided I didn’t want this one Prompt to risk my streak so you get this instead 👍 sorry prompt-maker-people...

I don’t hate anyone. To me hate is wishing for someone’s non-existence. I don’t hate Woods. I want him to exist. Just not in my professional life. The relationship between a manager and their employees should be symbiotic. Communication is the key to success in any business. Valuing your employees and paying fair wages is obvious. Right? Shouldn’t it be? Woods seems to disagree. Yet that lack of c...

She was someone who dared to step out of her boundaries for the greater good of her own benefits but she had struggled to see that within her. She was someone who knew how fragile she was but instead would carry heavy stones on her back because it made her look strong. She was someone who felt saddened by the evils of past relationships but wouldn’t admit to her obsession of these addictions. She ...

My blood has boiled at the thought of her since the 8th grade. If there is one thing in this world I still have left to hold onto, it is the animosity I have against her. I’ve tasted this bitterness in my mouth for so long that I forget that there were once sweeter days. Believe it or not, she and I were once best friends. One was never seen without the other. That was until Valentine’s Day. It wa...