I used to see the world
In shades of black and gray.
I lived life in a bore,
Kept going day by day.
I heard of all the colors
That everyone could see.
I asked God all the time,
“When will the colors come to me?”
And then you come
I can see all the colors.
They fill up the air.
They’re in the sun and trees,
The moonlight and your hair.
And now I ask myself
How lucky can I be
To have this world of color
Open to me?
I was far too happy.
But what I couldn’t comprehend:
Why did joy have to die?
Why did colors have to end?
“What colors can you see?”
I asked you on that day.
“What do you mean?” you said,
“I can only see in gray.”
My heart, it breaks.
I could see all the colors.
They filled up the air.
They were in the sun and trees,
The moonlight and your hair.
And now I cry everyday.
My world fades to black.
Oh what would I give
To have those colors back?
Writing Prompt Wednesday #39
Write a story about a person longing for family. https://blog.reedsy.com/creative-writing-prompts/general/write-a-story-about-a-person-longing-for-family/
It shouldn’t be that great
friends can be family
They can fill that void
But it’s just not the same
You don’t share the same blood
You don’t share the same name
All you do is wish
For a family
People who are there
Just for you
Will always be near
To hold you
To comfort you
I should be grateful for what I have
I shouldn’t have to yearn
I shouldn’t have to cry
I shouldn’t have to wail
I shouldn’t have to die
But oh I have to
I have to have it
Ashera: Chapter 16
NOTE: I’m so sorry that I haven’t had time to upload a bunch of Ashera, I’ve been so so busy but my schedule is going to be getting less busy (hopefully) so I’ll have more time to write.
Ashera, Ryan, and Fox stood outside the jail, looking up at it in doubt.
“Do we really have to do this?” Fox asked. “I mean I’m sure there has to be another way to-”
“Come on,” Ashera said, grabbing Fox’s arm. She dragged her to the top of the steps leading up to the building. The stone was well-worn and it looked like it could fall apart at any moment. Ashera didn’t know how it held such evil, powerful people so securely. In fact, she didn’t understand how it hadn’t been destroyed long ago.
A guard stopped Ashera and Fox’s approach with her staff. “Name?” she asked.
“Ashera, Sneaky Fox, and Ryan Howe,” Ryan said, walking up behind them.
“We need to talk to Malic.”
“Maic is a high-security prisoner,” the guard said. “You’ll need written permission from the Captain of the Guard or some other authority figure of equal or higher rank to be permitted to see him.”
“What? No, please let us in,” Ashera said. “We’re on a mission. There’s this sorcerer that’s terrorizing Golivun and we think he’s after the Orb of Reality-”
“The Orb of Reality’s a myth. Hasn’t been seen in hundreds of years.”
“Maybe it is, but we need to talk to Malic,” Ashera said. “Please let us in. For the good of Golivun.”
The guard looked her up and down, then each of them in turn. “I’m sorry, I can’t help you. Talk to the Captain of the Guard.”
“We completely understand,” Fox said. “Thank you so much for all of your help.”
“We’ll be on our way now. Come on guys.”
Ashera squinted suspiciously at Fox. “What are you doing?” she mouthed. Fox waved the question away, grabbing Ashera and Ryan’s arms.
“Thank you so much!” she called over her shoulder as she dragged them away to the shade of a nearby tree.
“What the hell was that?!” Ryan asked Fox.
“Yeah! We need to get in there and that guard was the only way!” Ashera huffed and kicked a clump of dirt on the ground. “What were you thinking?”
“Oh calm down guys.”
“Calm down?!” Ryan exclaimed. “You just ruined everything! I am not going to calm down!”
“I didn’t ruin anything, you’re just being a bunch of babies. That guard is the only legal way in, sure, but-”
“What did you do Fox?”
Fox grinned slyly, reaching into her pocket and pulling out a ring of golden keys. “While you two were busy chatting, I did something actually useful.”
“Do you want to get in or not?” Ashera started to answer, then hesitated a moment. Fox’s grin got larger. “C’mon, let’s go talk to Malic.”
Writing Prompt Wednesday #38
Complete the sentence "If you look back far enough, you can see ..." and write a scene or short story that contains the line. https://www.writersdigest.com/prompts.
NOTE: I know that there hasn’t been any new Ashera chapters or poems up on the blog in a while, and I’m so sorry for that. These past few weeks have been super busy for me and I haven’t had a lot of time to write (I have an Ashera chapter ready, but I haven’t even had time to type it up). Anyways, after this weekend things should calm down a bit, and I can get back to writing at my usual pace. So, in the meantime, enjoy this WPW!
Rafael sat at the counter, his fifth glass of whiskey in his hand. Well, sat is being nice. He more slumped pitifully in his chair, like a corpse. You could only tell he was alive by the gentle rise and fall of his shoulders.
An old man walked into the bar, taking a seat beside Rafael. “One scotch, neat,” he said to the bartender, who nodded and shuffled away.
The old man smiled pleasantly at Rafael, who was looking up at him with mild interest. “It’s a fine evening we have today,” he said.
Rafael snorted. “Maybe for you,” he slurred.
“Well why not for you?” the man asked, gratefully accepting his drink from the bartender.
“I’ve hit rock bottom my friend,” Rafael said. “I got fired from my job a few days ago when I had almost enough saved up to get a proper house. Then my wife left with my kids because ‘I wasn't trying hard enough’. I have nowhere to go and nowhere to go to.”
“I wouldn’t say that’s true,” the old man said. “You know, some people say ‘If you look back far enough, you can see everywhere you’ve been and everywhere you’re going.’”
“What do you mean?”
The old man smiled. “Things don’t really make sense yet. When something bad happens to someone, they have a tendency to only focus on that. They can’t see how they’ve been helped out of tough situations in the past, and they can’t see why they were brought into this one. But, the thing is, everything happens for a reason. You may not realize it at the time, but years from now, when you look back, you may be able to see all of the good that came from your hardships.”
“Well, that’s easy to say,” Rafael said, looking out the window. “But how am I supposed to get through this now? How can I be sure that good will come out of it?”
He awaited an answer, but none came. He looked back at where the old man was sitting, only to find that he had disappeared. Rafael’s head slumped back onto the counter. He must’ve only imagined it.
Writing Prompt Wednesday #37
What if you discovered a portal to another world? Where is the portal? How does it work? What’s on the other side? https://www.wattpad.com/47523393-1200-creative-writing-prompts-fiction-writing
NOTE: So this prompt reminded me of Quest For A Cure, so I thought I’d write a (really) short bit expanding one of the last scenes of Damian going back to Pandora.
Damian stared at the portal, the orange and yellow flashes of light swirling around him like a vortex. The crackling of energy filled his ears and the pure force of the power blew his hair back.
The portal welcomed him, but also warned him. He knew that if he didn’t jump through now, he probably wouldn’t ever return to that world. But if he did go...he wasn’t confident that he could come back.
He lived in two worlds now. This is how his mother must’ve felt all of the time. He understood now why she never told him of this place. She had spent her entire life there, in that place. It was hard for Damian to be away from it for a couple days even though he’d only been there for a short while. Rani had only wanted to protect him, spare him the pain he felt now. That she felt for her entire life.
It would be so easy to stay here. He could go back to school, live with Lillith. Start a life here. No one would ever have to know about his adventure. He could move past it.
But even as he thought this, he knew it wasn’t true. He could never move past this. He’d never forget the world full of magic. He’d never forget the girl who he’d met. Who he’d fallen in love with. He couldn’t-he wouldn’t-forget her.
He looked back at the portal. Its power was dying already, faltering in and out of existence. Growing smaller. He didn’t have much longer.
Damian sighed heavily, then took a step towards the portal. Then another. Then another. He held his hand out it, felt the power surge into his skin. Smiling softly, he looked around the room for the last time. Then he fell into the portal. He was going home.
Ticking, ticking time is up.
You're gonna lose your mi-ind.
Keep on going never stop.
Peace you'll never fi-ind.
Weight on your shoulders.
Weight on your heart.
Your mind isn't working-
it needs a restart.
A restart takes so much time.
I'll keep going,
I'll be fine.
If I burnout it won't be good.
I should stop-they all say I should.
And I'd stop if I could.
But they're all counting on me.
So many others who can't see.
And the pain.
They all think, this is a game.
They don't know.
What I feel.
They don't care.
That this is real.
Writing Prompt Wednesday #36
51. A blind man falls in love, describe his feelings. https://getfreewrite.com/blogs/writing-success/writing-prompts-60-ideas-you-can-use-today
Tomorrow is my wedding day
I’ll marry my one true love
And as I think this, I have to look back
I think of what people always say
“But how do you know?
How can you love her
When you can’t even see?”
It always fills me with sorrow
And so, I always try to explain
I don’t need to see to love
I wish I could, it’d make things easier
Save me a lot of pain
But that’s not my choice
So I love other things
The touch of her skin
The sound of her voice
So when I love I don’t need to see
After all, love is blind
Alas, I always wish I could tell her
How beautiful she is to me.