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.
Quest For A Cure: Part 3
TW: Death, Alzheimer's
I sat atop a tall chestnut mare, doing my best to navigate with the small compass I was given. Dora rode beside me on a smaller dapple gray mare. “So...your dad is certainly something,” she said.
“Tell me about it,” I said. “I wanted to punch him at least ten times while we were in there.”
“I can see why,” Dora said. “Do you think all that stuff about your mother was true?”
I sighed. “I don’t know. It doesn’t really matter. Whether it’s true or not, she must not have liked being here. Otherwise she would’ve told me about it.”
“Or she liked it so much that it hurt her to talk about it,” Dora said.
“I guess I’ll ask her when I get back,” I said. “Either way, I’m sure Leroy means well.”
“I hope.” Dora looked at the ground. “You’re lucky that he’s trying. I’d kill to have a father, even one like that.”
My heart went out to her. I had grown up without a father, too, and it felt wrong that I had one now, but it was a hell of a lot better than thinking he’d abandoned me. “I’m sorry, Dora.”
“Don’t be,” she shrugged sadly. “You can’t fix it.”
But I’d give anything to be able to I thought. “You never told me about what happened to your mom,” I said. Dora stiffened. “Uh, but you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”
“No, you’ve told me plenty about your life-you deserve for me to tell you this,” she sighed. “It’s just...hard.” She took a deep breath and I waited for her to continue.
“I was raised by my mom,” she began. “We were super close. I didn’t have any siblings and, obviously, my dad was out of the picture, so it was just the two of us. Until…” she trailed off.
“You don’t have to tell me anything.”
“Stop saying that, Damian,” she said, her voice shaking. “It’s okay, really. I want you to know.” I held my tongue and she continued, “She just disappeared one day when I was about 11. When I left for school she was there, and when I got back she wasn’t.” Dora sighed deeply, her entire form hunching into itself. “For a couple days I went on like everything was normal, staying either at home or at school. But she didn’t come back. I had asked people in my town about her but they didn’t know anything. She was just...gone.”
“Stop apologizing,” she said. “Really, it’s okay. I dropped out of school and dedicated my life to searching for her. I haven’t made much progress yet…” She looked over at me, gazing into my eyes. “That’s why I wanted to help you find a cure for your mom. I kind of have a soft spot for things like this.”
“You’ll find her,” I said.
“You’ll find her. You’re brilliant, you’ll be able to do it.”
Dora flushed, looking down at the ground. “Well, uh, thanks.”
I smiled shyly. “No problem.”
We sat there in silence for a few moments, just looking at each other. Something passed between us-an understanding, a new closeness. Dora cleared her throat. “We should...uh…”
“Right,” I said, nudging my horse forward. “C’mon, Lazio’s place is only a little while from here.”
Quest For A Cure: Chapter 2
NOTE: I’m so sorry this took so long, this series was not meant to take weeks to complete but I’ve been so busy and I just haven’t had the time to complete it. It’s here now, though, and the third and final chapter will be out way sooner. Enjoy!
TW: Alzheimer's, abandonment, sexism
“I’m a what?!” My mouth hung agape. “No, no, I can’t be a prince. That makes no sense! Someone would’ve come for me or my mom would’ve told me or-”
“Hey, hey, it’s okay, calm down. I’m sure there’s a reasonable explanation for all of this,” the girl said, putting a hand on my shoulder.
“How am I supposed to calm down?!” I asked, shaking her hand off. “Would you be able to calm down if you just found out you were royalty?!”
“Dude, chill,” the girl said. “It shouldn’t change anything. Now you just have a little extra help while you’re here, right?”
I nodded. “I guess that makes sense,” I said. I looked up at the girl. She had short brown hair and green eyes-surprisingly beautiful now that they were so gentle. “We haven't been properly introduced,” I said. “My name is Damian. Damian Khatri.”
“Pandora? Like the myth?”
“Didn’t Pandora doom all of civilization by releasing evil into the world?”
“She didn’t doom them! She was curious-plus she gave the world hope inside that box as well,” Pandora said. Then, softer, “My mother loved that myth.”
“I guess that’s one way to look at it,” I shrugged. “Well, do you know where Lazio is? I have to find him.”
“Like I said, it’s for my mom,” I said. “She’s sick and there’s no cure in my world that can help her. If this Lazio guy is as great as my dad thinks, he may have something that can help her.”
Pandora looked down at the ground for a moment, deep in thought. After a minute or so of silence, I asked, “So…?”
“I’m coming with you,” she said, jumping to her feet.
“Wait, what? Why?”
“Are you kidding me? I just found the prince of Desiderare-the son of the lost queen. If I can return you to King Leroy-”
“Woah, woah, woah, hold up,” I said. “I’m not going to King Leroy. I’m going to Lazio and getting out of here. The quicker I can get home, the better.” I started to walk away, but Pandora grabbed me by the arm.
“Don’t be stupid. Walking to Lazio will take days. The least we could do is go to the castle and get some extra help in finding him.”
I thought about it. “We’ll be there and back faster?” I asked.
“Let’s do it,” I said. “Lead the way.”
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.