forum Writing Prompts

Started May 02, 2019 by @Bandito

tune

(I want moreee thats great)

(Maybe I'll do more than.)

46: Time's up

“Your time is done.” The voice was sharp. Calm, but yet still held the authoritative tinge of punishment to disobedience.
I put my trembling hands down, away from my work, hoping I had done enough. The rován skin was stretched tightly over the wooden frame. I had done it this morning, seeing to it that it was done perfectly. The paints were my own, having the scent of the ocean in them, and the taste of the wild berries I had gathered. There was a silence that was held loudly, the other two hopeful ones looking for an apprenticeship sent their trembling through the air to where I could feel it as their work was examined like the archers examine their bows for strength, and their arrows for straightness.
The master had come to me, and I held my breath as his bright golden eyes gazed searchingly at my work, eyes that tore out imperfection like a hawk tears at the flesh of a small creature of the ground it has swooped upon. I had chosen a scene of the quiet forest in midday, it was not my first time painting such a thing; I had painted this scene ten times before, wanting, needing it to be perfect enough to present to the tunzíl master. And yet that was not all the painting spoke of, upon lines on the ground, hardly easily seen, yet still visible, were the lines of the death mask, drawn in fallen branches, patches of flowers and rings of mushrooms, slowly being overcome as the forest grew. Though I was being tested, I was also testing him, wondering if he could see past the beauty I knew I had created, through to the the message hidden in the dead skin of a slain rován. I saw his nose twitch as he smelled the black paint I had used to paint the tree trunks, darkened from the morning rain. It was the black dye of walnut, furthering my message; irreverent perhaps, but I did not think it so. He put a hand on my shoulder, forcing my eyes to meet his, making my bright green reflect in himself shining golden until perhaps their light blurred as when I stared at a puddle in the forest hit by a stray beam of pure sunlight, untainted by the leaves covering me.
“Child,” he said, pushing away my dark hair, touched with the red glint of my father. “Many apprentices have I taught. And yet none combined such strength with such daring.” His eyes, reflecting the light of the morning, made me sure that he both saw and commended my true work, though he did not know the answer to my questions. He turned to the others. “You all are accepted, though not lightly.” He turned to me once more. “And yet,” he said quietly, “of you I know only one who might truly become a master.”
He pushed me away. “Go,” he said louder. “Tell your father and your mothers your news. And meet me tomorrow before the second meal. I have much to teach you.”

(cool)
47: An innocent mistake

48: Odd coincidence

49: Any volunteers?

"Quick, we need to make a decision, now. We can't escape unless someone stays behind to make sure that Mama doesn't suspect anything, or at least cover for us if she does."

Five kids stood in the middle of the grassy field, the moonlight shining upon them. The oldest, aged 12, almost 13, continued his line of thought. "So, I've given this a lot of thought. Technically, I should be the one to do it, as even though I would be the best to lead you all through our escape, I know I can trust Ruby to do it just as well. I'm also best for keeping Mama on hold, but none of you would approve of that. So, any volunteers?"

Ruby, the second oldest of the group, looked up at him, her eyes wide. "B-but, you can't just go! We need you here! Besides, what would we do if you died…? Anyways, I don't care what anyone else says, I'm not letting you die! I'll do it," she said without a second thought, her logical thinking blinded by her emotions.

Their silent glaring at each other was broken by the sound of a childish voice speaking up. Emma, the youngest. Only 8 years old. "I-I'll do it, guys. Besides, I'm the weakest. I'll just hold you all up… Anyways, you all know I have the highest amount of playing energy! I'll surely be able to keep Mama occupied for several hours… good luck you guys!"

Emma began to back away, towards the house, which technically was a mansion, ready to formulate a plan to keep Mama distracted until she knew the others would be a safe distance away. But Ruby ran over to her, catching her by the wrist, tears in her eyes. "Emma, you can't. You know what will happen. You'll be sent away… are you sure you really want to do this, Em? Please, rethink your decision. I'm not sure this is what you want."

Emma closed her eyes and looked away. "…I'm sorry, Ruby. I have to. What does it matter what I want? I'm protecting you. After all, isn't that what I've been doing my whole life? Doing my best to protect everyone, no matter their age?"

"I… wish it didn't have to be this way. But it does. Now go, Ruby. Go. Take care of yourselves, run away into the distance. But… before you go, promise me one thing?" she added, opening her eyes a crack, glancing at Ruby.

"Of course, Emma. What is it that you wish?"

"…please never forget me. I love you…"

And with that, Emma drifted away, back to her bed in the middle of the night. She didn't end up falling asleep until several hours later, her thoughts consumed by Emma and Connor and Alice and Mark. "I wish you well," she whispered in the dark, to no one in particular.

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It was early in the morning, and the now-group of four had been pushing themselves for 8 hours, waiting until the sun broke the horizon, so they'd know where they were. They'd stumbled over a mountain, across plains, and over a river. Who knew how many miles they'd walked? As the first hints of sunlight started to peek out from behind the clouds, Connor (the oldest), realised that Emma had been right. She would've never lasted this long. And even his legs were already tired and felt like jello. He was supposed to be the most physically strongest, too!

He wondered what Emma was doing, what Mama was doing at the moment. Perhaps, they were eating breakfast? Or just waking up, maybe? They had just barely made it over the large concrete wall that separated their previous living quarters from the outside world. Now, they were finally seeing the world outside. "Let's hope we don't run into any demons while we're out here," Connor announced. "Keep an eye out. We can't afford to let our guard down right now, even if we're tired. We'll take turns sleeping in shifts, once we find shelter, okay?"

The others nodded in understanding. The twins, Alice and Mark, hugged each other in an attempt to stay warm, despite all the layers that they had on.

(welp thats where inspiration died. its kinda a promised neverland / prompt spinoff, if that makes sense? im not too sure where i was going with that)

42: Revived fears.

Oh! Oh! I actually wrote a poem based on this idea! Here it is:

False grass begins to tremble
Dried hands, they reassemble
Broken old wood broke free
This dead body is coming for me

Not a single unsteady step there
Could ever have found me prepared
Though her rotted teeth will bare
I will refuse to become aware

There's no presence in her eyes
She presents it all through lies
Nobody can hear my cries
No one can hear for miles

I thought i buried her so deep
She was finally asleep
She came crawling through the creeps
She's rendered me so weak

She shakes me to my core
I can't do this anymore
How did I defeat her before?
How did I defeat her before?

She's not just a zombie
Reanimated corpse to rob me
She's been gone for so long
Thought I'd moved on, I'm so wrong

50: Maybe next time

Maybe next time, you said. Maybe next time. It was always maybe, or perhaps tomorrow, or next week. Where did I go wrong? We went from endless texts and calls and talks to none at all, where did I go wrong? If only you'd tell me what I did wrong, perhaps I could fix it?

Whatever, it's not even worth it.

You won't even let me apologise, for whatever it was that I did. If not to apologise, then perhaps you might tell me the good things in your life? I noticed you fell in love with someone else, tell me about him? Don't worry, I'm not in love with you anymore, or at least that's what I tell myself.

If not to apologise, will you at least help lift my spirits by telling me how happy you are now? That's all I need, I promise.

Maybe next time, I started to say. It was clear you no longer wanted anything to do with me, so I stopped trying. After awhile, it was clear you knew something was up. But what was the point in telling you? I knew you no longer wanted to stay, so I let you leave.

Letting you leave,
was the hardest thing I've ever done.

Second hardest,
was to watch you leave. I had no choice, so I watched you leave, holding back my tears.

"Goodbye," I whispered, not so much as for you, but for me. Perhaps then I could finally start to let go?

(idk i just
kinda wrote it???? i'm not sure where i was trying to go with this tbh)

51: The weather fit the mood.

51: The weather fit the mood.

The weather fit the mood. Now I know what you're thinking: light rain during a funeral, right? I wish.
There was a heavy storm; lightning struck generously, thunder crashed recklessly, and wind blew confusedly. I always thought that people that found out their whole life had been a lie were being dramatic when they freaked out; until it happened to me.
Growing up, my father was a very kind and loving father. He taught me well, he listened to me when I needed it, and he supported me. Sure he wasn't the best at expressing emotions, but nobody's perfect, right?
I remember when I was 9 I came out of my room at night to tell him I couldn't sleep. He was at the dining table, in front of his computer with some papers on the table. As I stepped close enough, I noticed he was crying. The moment he saw I was in the room, he tried to play it off like he wasn't crying. I knew better, though, and gave him a hug.
Around high school, my dad had to spend more time at work. It was understandable, considering his line of work. He was well respected, but he also had a lot of responsibilities. I didn't mind, but my mother seemed bothered. I guess I could understand her too. He's her husband after all.
One night, though.
The storm had gotten really bad. Normally storms don't mind me, but it was the wind that got me worried. That and the air in the house before it happened. My dad hadn't gotten home yet; my mom and I were eating frozen meals while watching TV. We only had one TV tray, so I sat on the floor while my mom sat on the couch.
The front door opened and closed, and my dad walked in.
It was raining outside, but it was much darker under his eyes.
He barely looked at us before dropping his keys on the table. With slurred words and a dangerous lack of consideration, he told me to go to my room.
I've never seen this side of him. Even though I hadn't even finished my dinner, I stood up and immediately left the room.
Though I was far too curious, and hung around the hallway corner.
I wish I wasn't curious, because the next thing I heard was my dad telling my mom that he never loved us, and that he'll be leaving tomorrow morning.
Weirdly enough, my mom sounds like she saw it coming. Nevertheless, I step around the hallway to make my presence known to them. My dad utters my name like it's a curse as I burst through the front door in tears.
There was a heavy storm; Lightning struck generously; thunder crashed recklessly, and wind blew confusedly. Additionally, it was also storming outside.

The weather fit her mood
Gloomy She couldn't believe her Sister kill her Mother THERE Mother out of jealousy ¨why?, why would she do this my wedding was two days ago everything seemed fine then…… why?!" she wept ¨Luna dear I know you're still in shock but you need to prepare for your Coronation¨ said Creator Alexis Coronation…I never expected it to happen like this my mum was supposed to be here, she was supposed to hand me the crown when she was ready to step down not get murdered¨ said Luna ¨ I know sweetie I know I was expecting her to be here too never in a million years did I expect my best friend to get murdered by her own daughter…its time for you to rise luna your now the official leader of the elementals you will use your powers for the greater good and bring humanity back to balance ¨said creator Alexis ¨thank you mommy¨said luna ¨anything for my daughter-in-law¨

(what happened to her sister)
53: It's just a name