Writing Prompt and a Bit of My Novel!

Why hello! I haven’t had a chance to post since earlier this week, so I will be posting a quick bit today and another writing prompt tomorrow. I have been finishing up edits (Chapter 14 of 19! WOO!) so I haven’t had much time to post here. Enjoy! 🙂

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And here are the first 2 paragraphs from Chapter 1 of Purpose. Stay tuned for it’s release THIS Summer!

     Dim, hazy lanterns lined the steel walls of the massive, single-room building. Smoke billowed and stuck to its high ceilings. The source, small fires underneath boiling pots of food. At the door, a line of people waited to be served their second and final meal of the day. Both the cooks and their hungry patrons were clad in mismatched ragged clothing. Dust and mud-caked figures carrying small knives and blades, grabbed their stomachs and licked their lips as they neared their dinner. These people, who called themselves Rovers, were farmers who worked tirelessly through the day. Next to the queue stood a bar. Glass bottles of different shapes and sizes brimming with clear alcohol, lined the warped wood. A few of them laughed loudly in a slurred, drunken stupor. Their kin paid them no attention. Merchants bartered with one another for clothing and supplies around the edge of the room. It was hard to believe that this was once a large, boisterous town. Today, the population filled only half of the hall. Enslavement, murder, and famine had plagued the colony for over a decade. Now, everyone spent their days living in fear of when the Gangs would strike next.

     In an unoccupied corner, at a lone table, sat a young woman. She was silent. A hood concealed her face as she ate.  The Rovers did not pay her any attention. The wide berth they gave her was intentional, not out of fear, but respect. She preferred to be alone, but was listening to the voices around her, studying the formation of vegetables in her soup, when they came bursting through the door. Two gunshots rang through the food hall. The murmur of voices silenced. Small children whimpered. Each bullet had met its mark in the body of two innocent men, killing one instantly, and leaving the other writhing in pain. And yet, the woman in the corner did not stir.

Weekend Writing Continued!

A CONTINUATION OF THE PROMPT YESTERDAY. Don’t forget to Follow my blog for more prompts, tips, and updates on my novels!

The men with the guns lowered their weapons. The room was silent when I stood up and opened my mouth with my response. Who would I choose? Peter, the spy who got us into this situation. Or Tyler, the man who put a hit out on me for some unknown reason. What they weren’t counting on was that I knew more than they thought…

“I choose.” Peter was silent. Tyler was staring at me. I could feel their eyes on me but I did not lock onto their gaze. “Neither.”

The room was silent. Tyler’s mouth was wide open. Peter gasped. It wasn’t until the armed men walked over to me that the men began to understand.

“You see.” I cleared my throat. “I did not want these things to be true, but I found out what you both were doing a few days ago. These nice men gave me a letter from my father who works as a spy for the country. Ever since my mom died mysteriously, he has kept an eye on me… his only child.”

Peter rose a brow. I continued.

“When my father found out Tyler had put a hit out on me, he had his men keep a close eye on me. And Peter… he knew you were a spy for a foreign country for quite sometime. But he wanted me to be happy. Happy, but safe. When he knew that both of you had it out for me, he stepped in.”

“I..I..” the boys were speechless.

“It’s just sad to me,” I motioned for the men to leave. “That both of the men I thought I loved would do something so heinous. But I’m not as low as both of you. I wasn’t planning on killing either of you. Was it worth it gentlemen?”

“You want the truth?” Peter walked towards Tyler and put his arm around him. “Tyler and I are in love. You were holding us back. I mean… you tried and keep each other a secret while you cheated on us with one another…”

And that was the last I saw of them. They stood up and walked out. Tyler had his sister return to my house to get his things. Over all, I suppose that I couldn’t make the choice between the two. I’m happy the decision was made for me.

I hope you enjoyed the ending! Here is another writing prompt for the weekend. ENJOY 🙂

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Harry Potter Writing Prompt

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I created a Hogwarts Sorting Quiz (LINK BELOW). Then, scroll down to your House, choose a few inspiration pieces, and write a story!

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Thunderstorms, swimming, curling up with a hot chocolate in winter, good company, a moonlit dinner, sushi, starlight reflecting off the ocean, the pitter patter of rain, winning an award, creative writing, leggings and an oversized sweater, smokey eye makeup, eating with chopsticks, early spring or late autumn nights, the feeling of finishing a huge project, smell of freshly fallen snow, the feeling of waves on your ankles, walking barefoot in a forest, living in the mountains, a gigantic and ancient castle, touch of a loved one on your cheek, listening to classical music, being alone in your own thoughts.


Summer, deep-sea diving, tanning on the beach, ice-cold lemonade or ice tea, clinking ice against a glass, dancing, being in a crowd, Christmas lights, wind-chimes in Spring, Pop Music, jean shorts and a tank top, flip flops, turkey club with crisp lettuce, bright green eyes, chopped salad with fresh veggies, late spring and early summer breeze on a clear night, warm sand, a medieval mansion, candlelight, bonfires, an open pasture, living in a beach home, open windows, changing leaves of autumn, a kiss.


Autumn and early Winter, hiking, crunching branches underneath boots, skiing, apple cider, the feeling of fresh pages on a new book, the scent of a library, an A on your test, snow boots and a big coat, a crisp winter night, stargazing, Astrology, Thanksgiving, soup, playing an instrument, dark hair, a bear hug, a crackling fireplace, studying for a test, a snowball in your hand, evergreen trees, Christmas gifts, family, a tear running down your cheek.


Late Winter and early Spring, the first blossoms of Spring, a Cherry Blossom tree, gardening, soil in your hands, the smell of freshly cut grass, sounds of sprinklers in the front yard, bicycling down the street, a long walk around the neighborhood, Barbecues, french fries and a burger, marathon running, horticulture, boho and hippie clothes, feathers in your hair, tribal tattoos, a welcoming smile, natural living, a small cottage in the woods, a few good friends, holding hands, board games, the first rain of the year, meditation, laying in an open field.

I hope these give you some good ideas for a short story! Choose one or try and use all of them. Pretend you’re in Hogwarts? Who knows! Go for it!

🙂 Enjoy 🙂

Weekend Writing 2

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“Great,” Quinn said crossing his arms. “Now what?”

Mark had a dumb grin on his face. “It isn’t all bad… We shrunk near food. This will last us a lifetime!”

“Um… no.” Quinn was pacing around what felt like a city but was only the counter top in his mother’s home. “We aren’t going to stay like this forever. How did we even get this way? If we figure that out, maybe we can get un-shrunk.”

“But look at how big everything is!” Mark was in awe. He threw his arms out in front of a giant cupcake. “I could swim in this icing Quinn! Well… not swim, but you know.”

“What about school? What about dating? What about our lives? If our parents find us like this…”

“Well did you brew a shrinking potion?”

“We haven’t covered that in class… Did you?”

“Maybe it was your sister, but she could have mixed it in something we drank. Or maybe someone cast a shrinking spell. Like I said, I’m not worried about it.”

Just then, Quinn’s sister walked into the room, smiling slyly. In her hand was a wand, her mother’s wand. She bent over the counter and laughed at the boys.

“Mom is going to be so mad that you used her wand,” yelled Quinn. “You know how powerful she is. I’m surprised the spell didn’t kill you, Pam.”

“Who said anything about me casting a spell?” Pam pretended to smash her brother. “Hey, I was trying out something I learned from my studies. But this is way more fun than shrinking a cup or a mouse.”

“So you had your fun Pam. Un-shrink us!”

“Or what?”

“Or I tell mom you were using her wand.”

“Not if I put you in a jar. I’ll just tell her that you went to Mark’s for the weekend.”

Mark had been eating the gigantic cupcake until he heard his name. He was covered in icing and almost slipped as he ran over to the edge of the table. Even though he was the size of a gummy bear and may be like that forever, he was laughing and jumping around. But it may have been a sugar high.


And just like that, Pam grabbed her teeny brother and his friend and ran into her room. She had a glass tank waiting for them. Quinn thought it was weird that this tank had a small living space in it. Did his sister seriously believe their parents wouldn’t notice he was gone? And Mark was an only child. Both of his parents would be calling the authorities once it got dark. Was she going to lie and say that Mark was spending the weekend at their house?

She dropped the boys into the tank and closed the lid, but did not realize that a corner of the top was left wide open. Quinn did. When her shadow disappeared down the hall, he got to work.

“What are you doing?” Mark was sitting on the tiny couch and eating a shrunken pizza. “This is nice. We could stay here for at least the weekend.”

Quinn was already hard at work. He was pulling toothpicks from a wall his sister made in order to make a small ladder. “No way dude. Once I get my wand, I’m going to change us back and put her in here.”

“You don’t even know how to do that.”

“I can figure it out. Trust me… Now get over here and help.”

Mark sighed loudly and got up to hold the pieces of wood together so Mark could wrap them securely. “Why can’t you just chill out? It could be worse.”

“She can’t just do whatever she wants. When she learns new spells, she can’t practice them on me… or you… with our mother’s wand. It has so much power and she could seriously get hurt.”

“Why doesn’t she use her own wand?”

“No clue. Maybe my mom confiscated it.”

The ladder was complete. It had taken over two hours and half of the material that Pam used to make the living space. Mark and Quinn were panting from the work, but they were done. Time to make the climb.

“I’ll go first,” Quinn volunteered. “I can get to my room and get my wand. Pam will be lucky if I don’t see Mom on the way to my room.”

“Wait,” Mark reached in his pocket. “Why didn’t we just make the ladder with magic?”

“Because I don’t have my wand.” Quinn’s eyebrow raised. “Aren’t you listening to me? Have you been listening to me AT ALL in the past, like, four hours we have been the size of a gummy bear?”

His friend was put his hand in his other pocket. “No, I was. I listened to about thirty percent of what you said. But why do we have to use your wand? We can use mine if you want.”

“WHAT?!” Quinn nearly punched his friend. “Why the hell did you not mention this before?”

“I just thought about it…” Mark smiled again.

“I have been mentioning it since we got shrunk.” Quinn was yelling so loud that the glass walls of their temporary prison were ringing. “We could have avoided this whole situation if you just told me you had your wand on you this whole damn time.”

“Maybe I wanted to be tiny for a bit.”

Quinn was at a loss for words. He snatched his friend’s wand and climbed out of the ladder with Mark at his heels. They hopped out of the tank and climbed down to the floor. Quinn flicked the wand and grew back to normal size.

“Hey!” Mark squealed from the floor. “What about me?”

“I thought you said you wanted to be tiny for a while.” Quinn decided he would keep his friend the size of a gummy bear for a while. At least until the end of the day.

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Monday’s Writing Prompt

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Let’s Start the Week off Right! 😁

Deadly damsels dawned in dark dress,

Dealing death in dozens.

Darkness declares, nay demands the damsel’s dues,

Dutifully, do not delay.

Dipping deeper in deadly dealings.

And the damsels, dimpled, delighted do the deeds so dutifully.

Death, doom, and danger for the Darkness.

The daughters dance in death and Darkness’s delight till dawn.

Whew! That was difficult 🙂 Do you want a challenge? Try the one above too!

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