Weekly Writing Prompt

Today's prompt: The funeral was at noon

None of us wanted to go to her funeral. We still couldn't believe our best friend was gone.

We all stood in my room dressed in black. Eliza was crying, while the rest of us tried to hold the tears back.

"I just can't believe it," Nancy whispered.

"I know Nancy," I said. "I can't either."

At that moment, my phone buzzed. As I looked around, I saw that all the other girls were checking their phones. I glanced down at mine and saw something impossible.

I had gotten a text from Angel Skye.

ANGEL SKYE 

'Hello, my little friends. Wanna play a game?'

"How is this possible?" Daisy gasped.

"This can't be Angel." I shook my head. "And I'm going to find out who it is."

PEGGY MURPHY

'Who are you?'

We all held our breath and waited.

ANGEL SKYE

'Don't you remember me?'

'It's Angel.'

PEGGY MURPHY

'Angel Skye is dead'

We waited again, this time with no response.

"Whoever is doing this, it isn't funny." Eliza said

"This isn't like Angel," I said. "She wasn't like this."

Suddenly, we got a response.

ANGEL SKYE

'One of you killed me.'

I gasped. If one of us killed Angel, then they wouldn't be afraid to do it again. One of us was a killer.

"I think it was Peggy," Nancy said. "She found the body first."

"No, it must have been Eliza," Daisy said. "She was the last one asleep."

"Guys!" I said. "This isn't going to help."

ANGEL SKYE

'I know who it was'

'Good luck figuring it out -Skye'

"Whoever this 'Skye' person is, she wants to turn us against eachother," I said

"Peggy has a point," Eliza said. "What reason would we have to kill her."

"Yeah...I'm sorry guys," Nancy said.

"Me too," Daisy said.

PEGGY MURPHY

'We will find you Skye. And we know you killed Angel."

Weekly Writing Prompt

Today's prompt: They live on an island in the middle of a lava lake. It has advantages and disadvantages.

Hi no shina has been my home for as long as I can remember. It's the only place I have ever been safe.

Hi no shina is an island. An island trapped in the middle of a lava lake. This protects us from the outside world and the humans who wish to take our powers. My powers allow me to fly, which is why I am the only one to have ever left the island. That is also why I am now in serious trouble.

"And tell me again, Hiko, why you thought it was a good idea to leave the island," My sister, Sora said. "Could you imagine what would have happened if mom and dad caught you?"

I didn't say anything. I knew as much as anyone else that Sora had always wanted to leave.

"What's it like out there?" Sora finally asked.

"I haven't been very far," I explained, not wanting to tell her the truth. "Never past the lava lake."

"Don't lie," Sora warned.

"It's awful yet beautiful all at the same time," I admitted.

And then I told Sora all about the human world. About all the ladies in beautiful dresses. About all the stunning buildings. About the parties where people danced the night away. About the greedy people who needed objects to be happy. About the cruel places where people were treated unjustly. And then I told her about the people who knew of us. These people who worked to protect us.

Sora listened, taking in every detail I had told her of.

"Take me." She said.

"What?" I asked.

"Take me," Sora repeated. "I want to see the human world."

I tried to protest, but Sora wouldn't hear any of it. She would see the human world. And I would be the one to take her.

Stop-Motion Project

So I did this really fun project for school (which I have dedicated to two special friends) where I had to create a stop-motion movie. I really liked how it turned out, so I'm going to leave the link down below if you want to view it.

https://www.wevideo.com/view/1120085347

Weekly Writing Prompt

Today's prompt: People are committing strange acts in their sleep.


Our story takes place in a little town in the middle of nowhere. This town is called Heatherfield. The people of Heatherfield were just like any small town people. At least that's what we thought. On the evening of July 4th, Angel Skye invited a few people to her house to watch the fireworks and sleepover. The next morning, when the girls woke up, Angel was nowhere to be found. After hours of searching, one of the girls found the body of Angel Skye laying outside her window. Dead.

I could barely breathe. Right there in front of me was the body of Angel Skye. I had been with her just last night. Riding the Ferris Wheel with her, sharing a milkshake with her at the town diner, and finally watching the fireworks from the roof of her house. And now she was gone. I couldn't bear to see my friend like this, yet I couldn't take my eyes off of her.

I closed my eyes for just a moment, trying to take it all in. I felt something wet slide down my cheek, and I knew I was crying.

"Peggy?" I felt a hand on my shoulder and I knew immediately it was Nancy, Angel's best friend. "Peggy, what's going on?"

"Angel Skye is dead," I said, my voice coming out scratchy and barely audible.

"What?" Nancy asked, not seeming to have heard me.

I lifted a shaking arm and pointed to what Nancy had clearly missed.

"Angel Skye is dead," I repeated.

Nancy screamed.

As I looked closer at the body of my friend, I realized something. Angel's eyes were closed and her face relaxed. She had been asleep when she died.

The other two girls, Eliza and Daisy, came running out at the sound of Nancy's scream. Eliza saw the body first.

"Oh, my goodness...is that Angel?!" Eliza screamed. I nodded slowly, unsure of what to say.

Daisy ran inside to call the police. Nancy and Eliza tried to cover the body with their sweaters. And I just stood there, thinking.

How could this have happened? If Angel was asleep when this happened, then she didn't do it. The only question left was...if it wasn't Angel, then who did it?

Weekly Writing Prompt

Today's Prompt: A sixteen-year-old growing up on a ranch is out in a storm, get hits by lightning, and survives. After that, the kid can hear other people's thoughts.

I don't like to talk about my past. It isn't one most people want to hear about anyway.

My name is Maria.

I'm sixteen.

And if I were in the room with you, I would be able to tell you exactly what you were thinking.

It all started last year. I could see that a storm was coming. A bad one.

Living on a ranch, I knew I had to make sure all the animals were safe. I had thought I had time. But I was wrong. As I frantically ran around, lightning split the sky and the rain poured down. I heard my mother shouting to get back in the house. As I saw the lightning strike again, I knew she was right. The storm was too close. I ran as fast as I could back towards the house.

"Maria!" My mother screamed over the wind and rain. "Hurry!"

But it was too late. The lightning had gotten to me first.

Now, like I said, I don't like to talk about that day. It changed me.

I can hear people's thoughts now. You might think it's amazing to have that ability. It's not. A lot of the time there are so many people, so many thoughts, that it gives you a headache. And you can hear anything bad someone thinks about you. And for the most part, everyone is afraid of you. Even your own mother.

But I still have my father, my brother, and my best friend. And they are all I really need.

Weekly Writing Prompt

Today's Prompt: Someone from an alternate universe rings your doorbell. They tell you that you are their favorite book character and that they want to change how your story ends.


For all the crazy things I've imagined in my life, this was probably the craziest thing my mind had come up with. The girl who stood in front of me was small, with bright ginger hair and blue eyes that sparkled with excitement. She was just an ordinary girl. But that wasn't the strange part.

It had been early that morning when there was a knock on the door. I had just barely finished getting dressed when it happened. I didn't answer it at first, expecting one of the servants to get it. But when it came again I knew I was going to have to get it myself. I pulled up my skirts enough that I could get down the stairs as quickly as possible. Apon finally reaching the door I hesitated. I didn't know who was out there. But then I heard a whisper from the other side.

"Miss Alexandra Day...please open the door..."

So I did.

The girl standing on the other side was just an ordinary girl. With an un-ordinary message.

She told me one of the strangest things I had ever heard. She told me that I was her favorite book character and that she wanted to change my ending. That worried me.

"Who are you?' I asked narrowing my eyes.

"Alizia Dean." She explained, still quite hyper. "And we need to get moving before it happens."

This all seemed too real to be something my mind had come up with. Too terrifying.

"Come on!" She yelled grabbing my wrist and pulling me out the door. "Do you want to die?"

I stumbled out the door, not sure what to think. And I was glad I did because not even a second later did the old grey cat knock over a candle, right where I would have been standing. As the floor burst out in flames, I ran. This was no joke. This was real.

Weekly Writing prompt

Today's Prompt: An archeologist finds an ancient library filled with working spell books.

I couldn't believe my eyes. And people said it was impossible.

Through the clearing dust, I could see what the shouts had been about. What everyone had been in such an excitement about. Before me, I saw what the rest of the world thought to be impossible.

On the door, I had seen inscriptions warning that any who told of the secrets inside would be cursed for the rest of their short lives. But now, as I lay on my deathbed, I will tell you what I had seen that fateful day.

The dust had seemed to go on forever. But when it finally cleared I saw the most incredible thing. It was a door. But not just any door. A door carved with old runes protecting my discovery. This was a place of magic.

I still feel that magic with me as I write this very sentence. Which might as well be a death sentence.

The door specifically said that any words spoken after entering would be your last. And a world of silence was worth it to me.

I never got to open that door. And I never will. The door opened on its own.

What I saw when it opened I will never be able to put into words. It was beyond my comprehension. The room was filled with old magic just waiting to be awakened.

In the center of the room, an old book sat on a stand. It called to me. I had to open it. And I did. It was probably the most incredible thing I had ever seen. Although I would be overjoyed to say what I had found, I never will. I must protect the secrets of this magic.

That book showed me many wonderful and enchanting things. That book changed my life. It showed me that this place was not to be disturbed by our modern ways.

I took that book when we left. And I devoted my life to learning it's ways. The magic chose me. And I let it.

My time is up now, for I can barely write another sentence. But I must, I must write an end to my story. Magic is real, and it is just waiting for ordinary people to harness its power.

-Written by Miss Iris Swan on the date of her death, January 11th, 1875