The-Writing-Prompts

The music starts and the feathers stretch and shiver. A silhouette plays across the vast area of earth; it's a cool and ominous thing. A miraculous creature takes to the air; its pattern speaks of loneliness and desire. As the melody plays he dips between the mountains and trees, seeking a companion among the barren land. The music is the only sound, a compelling hum of wind, a kiss of twittering bird, and the solid rhythmic pounding within the gryphon's chest. A murmur of doubt whispers through his presence. Could he be the only one? Silence shelters fear as a dark but calming shadow encases his form. He drifts to his side to see above and

"Shit, I told you we shoulda gone right!" "Yeah, well, everyone always goes right! What's wrong with deviating from the norm a bit? It's just a detour!" "Oh, sure, just keep on telling yourself that! This is the wrong way, and you know it! Damn, if we're caught, we're so screwed…" "Ugh, would you just shut up? We end up in the same place either way." "Bitch." "Who're you calling a bi-?!" "SSH." "Don't you 'shush' me, you-" "No seriously. Can it. I think there's someone up ahead." "Wha-? But they said this place was deserted!" "Apparently they lied." The figure was wearing a hooded cloak, all black, reaching to the floor. No sk

I woke up from a strange dream. All that I remember from this dream was the phrase, "It's coming at 12 o'clock." The sun was shining through the windows of my room and I could have sworn I heard someone walking the halls. I hopped out of bed and quietly sneaked into the halls, making sure that my door didn't squeak or make a noise when I opened it. I tip toed on my soft carpet and glanced at the clock. It was an old styled clock that went 'tick tock' every second. It seemed to be saying 'tick tock 8 o'clock.' There it was again, a creaking noise from the stairs. I made my way through the hall and hugged against the wall. I was right next to

He was a swindler, a charlatan, a person of less than royal bloodlines and who usually left his conscience at the door when he left in the morning. He was a man who didn't care who became a victim of his gambling games, be they dice, cards or illusions. No, he couldn't care less. Keith was a man of about twenty years, tall and thin with a wide charming smile that reeked of innocence. Innocent, though, he was not. Today was no different from the others that week; back up at the docks with his barrel set up and tricks hidden up his sleeves. A new boat had docked just moments before and was starting to unload its passengers and cargo. "Come n

"Rin! Rin, where did you go?" Marie scrambled over the crumbling, jagged cliff face; the little boy had suddenly vanished while Marie and Evan were talking with some local traders. The boy had only been with them for a few days now and he still had barely opened up to the pair of carriers, though he clung to her whenever he got the chance. There was a feint mewing sound coming from directly over her and while looking up to stare at Rin, the catling boy, she lost her footing on the failing slate. Marie caught herself by sheer will and the build in hook attached to her bracer. 'I shall have to thank Evan for making me wear these things all the