Writing Prompt Wednesday #26
3. The Vessel: Write about a ship or other vehicle that can take you somewhere different from where you are now. https://thinkwritten.com/365-creative-writing-prompts/
Once upon a time,
There was a far-off realm
Full of pain and strife.
Everyone in this land
From peasant to king
Wished for a better life.
Then came along a man,
A great inventor,
He had an idea to share.
He had constructed a ship
That could take you away
Fly you from this life like air.
"The ship’s name is success,
The fuel called ambition,"
The inventor announced with glee.
The citizens crowded around
They asked him how to do it.
“To keep going forward is the key.”
So the citizens climbed aboard
And together they dreamed
Of how they wanted more.
The ship’s engine came to life
And with enough hard work,
The ship began to soar.
Writing Prompt Wednesday #25
“The experiment 245 is a success, madam. We have gathered a lot of valuable data. The planet is ready to be terminated”
“Right. Send in the humans.” https://writing-prompt-s.tumblr.com/
NOTE: Okay, so I immediately saw this post and thought, “corrupt God.” So, this is gonna be from the POV of a God called Deus (that’s the Latin translation for God if there’s a religion based around something like that I’m so sorry, mean no disrespect, it’s just an easy way to name characters). I don’t mean to be rude or disrespect anyone’s religion, I’m just writing a story to fit a cool prompt. Anyways, here it is. Enjoy! :)
Deus looked out at the crumbling disaster that was Earth. Experiment 001 had failed miserably. What was supposed to be the grandest, greatest universe of all time had completely blown up in her face. She kicked the wall in anger.
“Madam?” one of her servants asked. He peeked through the doorway, looking uncomfortable.
“Come in, come in,” Deus said, embarrassed by her outburst. “What is it? Is there any progress on Experiment 245?”
“Not yet, no,” he said. Experiment 245 was the last piece of information they needed to finish the weapon of mass destruction-the thing that would destroy the failure of Experiment 001 once and for all. The servant sighed. “I’m sorry, madam.”
“Don’t be,” Deus said. “It isn’t your fault-it’s mine. I never should’ve created this damned thing in the first place.”
“Don’t say that, there are plenty of good things in this universe,” the servant said. Deus raised an unbelieving eyebrow. “Well, it’s a step forward. Soon you’ll be able to create a much better universe that won’t have to be terminated.”
“I hope so,” Deus sighed, though she was still unconvinced.
The door burst open. “Madam, we have news!”
Deus cringed at the informal introduction. "Yes, what is it?”
“There have been updates on Experiment 245. Command center says that it may even be the final step.”
Deus felt her heart swell in elation. “You mean it? Really?”
“Really,” the servant said. There was really no reason to ask, everyone knew to not fool Deus like that. “I’m getting a call on my monitor right now. Yes, hello?” The servant stood still, nodding along to the monitor. “Alright, yes, thank you. Yes, I’ll tell her.”
“So?” Deus asked.
“The weapon of mass destruction is ready,” the servant said. “The experiment 245 is a success, madam. We have gathered a lot of valuable data. The planet is ready to be terminated.”
“Right,” Deus said, struggling to regain her composure after such joy filled her soul. Finally, this mistake-a permanent burn on her record-would be gone forever. She decided to use the informal nickname for the experiment. “Send in the humans.”
Quest for a Cure: Part 1
NOTE: So, I’m on a week-long vacation and I realized I didn’t bring any of my outlines with me-which means I can’t work on Ashera or any of my other stuff. So, instead of leaving you guys with nothing, I decided to make a new outline for this short story I’ve wanted to write for a while. It’s going to be in three parts (hopefully all uploaded this week, but I may fall behind because vacation) so look out for those. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy!!
I sat at the foot of the hospital bed, staring up at the woman on it. She stared back at me, but there was no focus in her big brown eyes. They stared right through me, like I wasn’t even there.
“Who are you?” she asked in a dreamy voice. I winced. Today was particularly bad, even for her.
“Damian Khatri. I’m your son.”
“I have a son?!” she asked, astonished. She pulled my face close to her, trying to find a trace of resemblance. Dark skin, big brown eyes, messy black hair-I looked exactly like her. “You are too handsome to be my son,” she said in a thick accent.
“Thanks mom,” I said, a small smile coming to my face. I didn’t know how-even now-she could still make me smile. It was some sort of gift.
My mom went back to staring off into space, and I sighed and grabbed the book laying on one of the hospital chairs. My eyes skimmed the words, but my mind didn’t process them. My thoughts were of her.
My mom-Rani Khatri-had been diagnosed with Alzheimer's about three and a half years ago. It wasn’t too bad at first, and I thought we’d get through it okay. But then it got worse. Much worse. She had been living in a hospital for the past couple of months-too unstable to leave. I lived with my mom’s best friend-Lillith Osborne-who had been kind enough to take me in.
I visited my mom everyday after school. It was hard to see her like this-she had raised me on her own. Every memory I had was with her. And now….
“Who are you?” she asked in that same dreamy voice.
I sighed. “Damian Khatri. I’m your son.”
“I have a son?!” she asked, repeating the whole process we had been through, and again, and again, and again.
Writing Prompt Wednesday #24
Between light and shadow http://writersrelief.com/2018/12/14/125-of-the-best-poetry-writing-prompts-for-poets-writers-relief/
NOTE: I’m not following this prompt exactly. When I think of light and shadow I just have to think of good and evil (I’m a fantasy author I can’t help it), so this is a poem from the perspective of one of my characters. I already wrote a song for him called “I See Red”. Anyways, enjoy the poem!
I learned from a very young age
That people don’t let their true colors show
Until you get closer to them
They won’t tell you what they know
Everyone hides themselves behind their
good qualities-we’re all the same.
No one’s who they seem to be
I just say it without shame
Hey guys! So, as you probably know, I have a series called Ashera on my blog that follows a young woman trying to save her sister from the evil "Alpha". It's one of my favorite series to work on and I'm so glad that I have enough time to continue working on it. However, because it's uploaded by chapter and not as a whole story, which is what I'm used to (I'm still getting the hang of the whole blog thing), sometimes the chapters can come out messy and unedited. So, I'm going to be trying to fix that! I'm going to go back through the chapters of Ashera and edit them-just make them a bit smoother and easier to read. So, I just wanted to update you all on that and tell you to look out for the updated chapters! Thanks!
Ashera: Chapter 13
A story by Writerial.
They stayed at their camp for a few days, recovering from their injuries and training. After seeing Ashera in combat, he decided that he didn’t need too much help with the sword. But, both he and Fox encouraged her to try to gain control of her light magic.
“If things continue the way that they’ve been we’re going to need some healing,” Fox said, gesturing to Ashera’s shoulder.
So, Ashera set to work. She made her way to an empty clearing, sat down on a log, and closed her eyes. She felt like an idiot-she didn’t even know what to do!
Nevertheless, she continued. She tried to drown out everything but herself. She felt the sunlight on her face, a warm breeze ruffled her hair. She thought of Fox’s laugh, of Ryan’s eyes, of Bear’s smile. A weird sensation ran down her arm-like the opposite of chills. She felt a warmth in her palm and opened her eyes.
A small ball of light rested in her palm. It was about the size of an acorn and shone like the sun above her. She laughed triumphantly, tossing it back and forth between her hands. It seemed to grow bigger the more she laughed.
Writing Prompt Wednesday #23
A car plummets to the ocean after the driver falls asleep at the wheel. Explain his escape or demise, and flashback to scenes from his highly emotional trip to see his long-distance girlfriend that leaves him with some unresolved feelings. https://thejohnfox.com/2016/07/flash-fiction-prompts/
NOTE: Hey it’s a kinda short one today-I’m bad at action and I’m trying to lengthen it out, but I’m not doing great at it lol. I hope you enjoy anyways! :)
Falling. I was falling. Bump! Bump! Thud! Where was I? What was going on?
I opened my eyes. A cliff-that my car was currently plummeting down-and the vast ocean ahead of it. I felt my entire body fill with panic. I fumbled for the door handle but by that point it was too late, the car hit a bump and went careening into the ocean.
I saw the car filling with water. What do I do, what do I do? I looked around, panicked. Unrolling the window would let in more water and I wasn’t sure I’d fit, anyways.The water was at my knees now. This was great, Jane was expecting me and I wouldn’t show up. Our first date had been to the ocean-now I didn’t know if I could ever look at it the same way.
The water had risen to my torso. I unlocked the door of the car, but the mechanism wouldn’t function. I tried to pry the door open, to have a flood of water push into the car. The water rose to my neck. This was it, I’d die here. I took a final breath.
Now completely submerged, I tried to kick open the window. It cracked slightly. I kept kicking. Then, I was back in Jane’s living room, yelling at her. I’d never get to tell her I was sorry. I kept kicking.
The window burst. I was running out of air. I pushed past the broken shards of glass and started swimming. I could see Jane, throwing my bag at my head, yelling at me to leave. I tried talking to her, but she didn’t listen.
The surface was closer, now, but I didn’t know if I could make it. I no longer had any air in my lungs so there was nothing to float me to the surface. I wished I had gills. I started swimming.
I saw myself planning this trip, ordering the ring. It was no doubt gone by now, lost in this watery grave. It was going to be so perfect-everything was going to be so perfect.
I swam. My vision started to go black. I was dying. I could feel my body starting to give up, no longer rushing to the surface, accepting its death. I weakly gave one last push and I broke the surface.
Sputtering, I swam for the shore. There, I collapsed, heaving in air and coughing out water. In my pocket, I felt the weight of a box push into my thigh. I smiled a little bit. At least one thing wasn’t lost.