Writing Prompt
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Dragon
Seven is thought to be the most beautiful dragon by some and the ugliest by others. This is because Seven, the daughter-dragon of Kima and Breagon, is a rare Monarch Dragon. Unlike the steel colour of her father and the… Continue reading
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Friendship
I’ve always wanted at ‘best friend’. That person that knows you more than most and you can spend an infinite amount of time with them without getting bored. A consistent relationship that you don’t have to work really hard to… Continue reading
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Short Story and Poetry Prompts
I have an issue when it comes to writing short stories if I’m not given an explicit theme. Having complete control over what I can do in the story is actually too much freedom, too much power. Because the problem… Continue reading
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Animals
When my siblings moved to Canada, they left the cat with me. Her name is Booger, or Boogie for short, and she’s about three. She was named Booger because she had a lot of ‘eye-boogers’ is what my brother-in-law referred… Continue reading
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Dream-catcher
I’ve been having dreams/nightmares about snakes. I see them, try to let them out or try keep them out and then they launch at me. Once I woke up flailing to get it off me and another time I tried… Continue reading
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The Rocket-ship
I’ve always wanted to go on a voyage. On one of those tall, long ships made from wood and hard labour. A rocket ship is kind of like a sea ship. Except that it’s made of steel and flies through… Continue reading
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Eye Contact
There was a moment they felt like they’d been stunned. The world seemed to hiccup, giving the feeling that time had hesitated a moment before resuming as normal. There was an explosion neither of them could completely comprehend. Not vicious… Continue reading
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Food
For breakfast, we had some cereal (if there was any) and maybe some buttered toast (if there was any left). Maybe there was something left over from the night before or some milk or juice to drink. Sometimes it was… Continue reading
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Dancing
Her feet step over the stone, bare and at one with the floor, moving however she pleases and never being restricted by the room built around her. Her arms move as if she were a flower spinning in the breeze,… Continue reading
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The Vessel
I sometimes imagine a boat coming to my window to take me away. It sails on dreams and is lit with hope, set on a destination away from this house. It will be a ship so large it will awe… Continue reading