Ahem. Sis? Tre’s amused voice filters through our sibling bond, breaking the spell I’d been under while staring at the tall drink of water. I could also feel Ami’s amusement, though I don’t dare look behind me. No matter how badly I want to glare in her direction. Treice’s interruption of my thoughts brought my eyes from the bulging veins of our older, very much unattainable¸ professor’s heated gaze. Never in my life had I ever been more glad to have darker skin, as this moment. My face burns at levels so high that I’d been red as a tomato. I swallow past the lump in my throat as I fight to keep the impassive expression both my sisters and myself have perfected over the years living with our respective clans.

“Mommy! Mommy, I’m scared!” “I know baby, I know. Here. Kwanzi, Ami, Tre. Stay behind me. Zo, where’s Jari?!” “He’s right behind me!” “Here! I’m here!” “Dammit! How’d they breach the wards?”

Hello everyone! I am brand new and I need someone to give me a prompt to write about. I will do almost anything! Please give me ideas and prompts!!! Down below is a simple short story I wrote just to give people an example of my writing style and how I like to do things. It's a brief romance novel exert I am writing.

A love story between a nerd in his late teens and the old family computer... how could this go wrong?.. l·lPreview cause I don't want you to waste your money!l·l °.( Recommended for 14+ due to gore and other explicit content. ).°

Asher is home from work. I listen as he kicks off his shoes. He places something down on the table, sounds like food. Then he goes into his room and slams the door. He cranks the music loud, clearly not wanting to be disturbed. I decide to stay in my room, I snuggle into bed, deciding to finally read that book. Suddenly, the door bursts open, Asher stands there, towering 6'4, his muscular frame filling the doorway. A smirk growing across his face. "The fuck you doing? Sleeping already?" His steel-grey eyes flicker as he licks his lips. "It's Friday night, don't you dare go to sleep now." I shrug my shoulders, realizing it was Friday, and day 2 with Asher. "What would I even do? I don't know anyone in this area." I try to convince him, he crosses his arms, tattoos visible on his bare skin. "You know me." He says confidently, causing my body to ache and stir. "Come out with me?" He says, his voice low and suggestive. I bite my lower lip...

A poem about my first love as one long metaphor paralleling between her and my love for nostalgia. A thoughtful and compelling write introducing you to my world of enchantment and motif intertwining my soul’s journey and experience.

Everyone thinks a breakup up is easy, but it isn’t once you go through it yourself. You’ll struggle through pain but recovery is important.

This is a poem about unrequited love -- a topic I believe many of us can relate to. Though it hurts, it made for a pretty good poem.

The world was clear as a diamond But mine was fear to find end. My sight through the dimension Was something I shouldn't mention...

Prompt: Describe the objects to us in detail. Use sensory imagery. Think about line breaks, if you are using poetry. Even if you are writing in paragraph form, you will be essentially writing a PROSE POEM, which is a poem written in...you guessed it...prose. So it still needs that rich detail and sensory imagery. You do not need to tell us that you “love” this object. SHOW US. Show us that you care for it through imagery and gesture--perhaps it’s a photo, displayed where you can see it from your bed so you have sweet dreams. Or perhaps it’s crammed in a drawer somewhere, because it makes you shake with stress whenever you see it.

**Chapter 4 Description:** Star and Asher’s final fight shatters everything. She pushes past him, saying she can’t do this anymore, while he begs her to stay, swearing he loves her. As she hesitates, a flashback takes them to a summer day in the grass, where a younger Asher promised they’d always be together. Back in the present, that promise feels like a distant dream. Star tells him she loves him but needs to love herself more. Asher pleads, admitting he doesn’t know how to be without her. With one last heartbreaking look, she tells him he has to learn—then walks away.

This chapter marks the first crack in Star and Asher’s relationship—their first real fight, though it’s subtle and unspoken. The night starts out perfect, effortless as always, until Star realizes Asher forgot something important to her: an art show she had been excited about. At first, the argument is small, almost insignificant. Asher apologizes, saying he didn’t mean to forget, but Star can’t shake the quiet disappointment settling in her chest. It’s not just about the art show—it’s about realizing that sometimes, she is not Asher’s priority. The tension lingers in the silence between them. Neither of them yells, no one storms off, but the weight of the moment is undeniable. For the first time, something feels off. They move forward like nothing happened, but the feeling stays. It’s the first wound in a love that will bleed over time.

Wren faces a difficult journey with her unexpected host. (Rough draft still some grammatical errors)

Chapter 2, Entry 1. The very first entry ever entered in Wren's Journal. Dive into the beginning of the end.

Chapter 1, Entry: 106, Alone, starving, and on the run, Wren Hayes knew her days were numbered but she didn't expect to die so soon--until she crashed headfirst into something stronger, faster, and far more dangerous than any mutant on the surface. Now shoved against a wall by an Exposed, a woman who survived outside during the fall. Wren is faced with a terrifying question: How will she kill me?

Nine While Nine sweeps readers into the vibrancy and allure of Los Angeles, New Orleans, and Seattle. This dark urban fantasy weaves together elements of romance, supernatural action, and light horror, bringing to life nightclubs pulsing with energy, cozy coffee houses, and mysterious hidden kingdoms. Immerse yourself in a tale brimming with danger, mystery, and intrigue amidst a narrative of forbidden love, newfound family, unbridled desire, and the allure of deadly beings. Fans of slow-burn and steamy dark romance, Otherkin lore, and epic fantasy adventure will be spellbound by intricate mythos and world-building, unforgettable characters, and pulsepounding twists and turns. If you're a Holly Black, Sarah J. Maas, or Deborah Harkness fan, this is your next must-read. Welcome to the Legacy. Slip beyond the liminal veil and learn of the secrets never meant for humans. But mind your step and guard your heart.

Chapter 2 beautifully contrasts Star and Asher’s past love with their present struggles. The flashback highlights their innocence and deep connection, making their current distance even more heartbreaking. The nostalgia and longing in Star’s reflections add emotional depth, emphasizing what they’ve lost. Let me know if you’d like any refinements!

They want to be your groupie they want to celebrate your wins they just don't think you will believe them. You created a whole new you and they are checking for you hard. The new you isn't accepting lame apologies.

This chapter is crucial because it shows the cycle they’re stuck in—Star worrying, waiting, and forgiving, while Asher takes her love for granted, believing that as long as he comes back, nothing is truly broken. The late-night phone call and Asher’s drunken return home emphasize Star’s exhaustion, not just physically but emotionally. The final lines introduce a turning point in Star’s mind—for the first time, she questions if love is enough. This moment foreshadows the inevitable breaking point that will push her to leave. It’s a subtle but powerful shift, planting the seed for the growth and transformation both characters will undergo. This chapter is meant to be raw, frustrating, and heartbreaking, immersing the reader in Star’s emotional turmoil. It makes them feel her pain, her longing, and her slow realization that something has to change—before it’s too late. Let me know if this captures what you’re envisioning!

A cold, damp sensation pressed against Gracelynn’s cheek as she slowly regained consciousness. Her head throbbed, her limbs heavy as if weighted down by invisible chains. A shiver crawled down her spine as she took a breath—musty air filled her lungs, thick with the scent of mildew and something metallic.