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Writing Prompts Day 12

Day 12 of the daily prompts:

Amber

He watched the amber-colored alien landscape. The deep canyons spread over the valley with their emerald-colored water. It was beautiful. He had dreamed all his life about stepping to another planet, and here he was in an environment so toxic that if he took his helmet off, it would kill him instantly. The remote reconnaissance team hadn’t found any intelligent life…

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I lost a word while trying to write the text, and finding it took a huge chunk of...

Writing Prompts Day 11

Day 11 of the daily prompts:

Fair

It was the fucking fair time of the year again. He listened to the crowd gathering outside his house and wanted to get his paint gun, which he had bought on a whim when he had thought back to the annual circus that made his life miserable. People were shit. They trampled his flowers, and worst yet were those who thought they could pick them up and pose with them in their vainglorious selfies. He hated people. They were the vermin of the universe. Yet, here...

Writing Prompts Day 10

Day 10 of the daily prompts:

Seep

The water seeped in from every crook. The house was supposed to be my dream house, but now it has flooded. It had been raining four days straight, and no number of coffee cups or buckets did the job of rescuing this place. All was lost. I sat in my living room, wearing my yellow rain jacket, and wondered how everything had turned out like this. I had all the hopes and dreams for this place, and it was washed away so easily.

The constant dripping made th...

Writing Prompts Day 9

Day 9 of the daily prompts:

Grasp

The last move before the fall, I could feel it in my whole body as I tensed up to push my legs up to grasp the ledge. My right hand slipped off the small crimp I was holding tight, and I flew down to the rock underneath me, rolling down it to the hole I had climbed up.

I felt my heart race. The slip had graded the skin of my fingers. They felt raw and numb from pain. It tried to collect my nerves to do it again. I got almost to the ledge, and again, my ...

Writing Prompts Day 8

Day 8 of the daily prompts:

Sear

The scorching Earth—that was what they called it nowadays. The sun’s rays seared the planet, leaving everything in a wasteland. No human or animal has lived on the Earth since the atmosphere was destroyed.

She had always wondered what kind of people her ancestors had been to do such a thing to their planet. Stupid, clueless, and selfish, was the standard answer.

She had always wanted to know what it had been like to live on a planet. What the soil fel...

Writing Prompts Day 7

Day 7 of the daily prompts:

Fall

The day the empire fell into ashes was the day my people celebrated their freedom. Yet, as I watched their faces around the campfire, elated and free, I couldn’t help but worry. There was still blood on my sword. My tunic was stained red. So were theirs. With blood comes silence. I don’t trust that silence. It will break. Maybe not a year from now, or even in decades, but in a century that blood and silence will have its revenge.

But I wouldn’t take back...

Writing Prompts Day 6

Day 6 of the daily prompts:

Ash

If I had paid close attention to how and why I viewed the world as I did, things wouldn’t be in cinders. I fear I have made so many grave mistakes that there’s no forgiveness for them, just action to repair.

It seems like a repeating misfortune that drives me to the same point again. I have gone back and forth, and I can never change the outcome of the events. I’m the reason the world ends up in ashes. I’m the reason they detonate the bombs, and nothing w...

Writing Prompts Day 5

Day 5 of the daily prompts:

Smudged

I watched as my hands trembled. I wanted them to stop, but I couldn’t feel my fingers, my bones, or my flesh. It was like everything was happening to someone else. I knew I needed to focus and do my best, but there was only raw numbness and terror.

I tightened my grip on my passport and relaxed my face. I was sure I looked all twisted, not as calm and normal as I should have been. The border guard was looking towards the line I was in. The woman let h...

Writing Prompts Day 4

Day 4 of the daily prompts:

Earl

He was an Earl of nothing, but he was respected, nevertheless. Everyone tipped their hats every time he took his stroll through the city. He always buffed his chest up and gave his thanks.

His bags rattled as he moved from a trash can to a trash can in search of little forgotten tokens. The city was full of treasures. His treasures to be exact. He had a collection of the finds in his home—a home with a riverside view. It was the prime real estate the cit...

Writing Prompts

Day 3 of the daily prompts:

Circlet

It was lodged between the roots. There it had laid for centuries, untouched, unseen. It waited for someone to come and touch it and wear it so it could tie its silver spikes into their flesh and fuel their greed.

It was never meant for peace and harmony. It was meant to show the side of you that you wanted hidden. The circlet had never understood why humans didn’t worship their greed, jealousy, and pettiness. There, it always was hungry to be released...