The week was up, and still the boy didn't return. Worry became the girl's constant state. Where was he? Why hadn't he returned? Was he truly angry with her? Or was something else keeping him away? Well, nothing had kept him away before. So that last worry was quickly debunked. No, there could only be … Continue reading Part 9: An Attempt
The boy wanted nothing more than to return to the tower. He missed the girl and her dragon terribly, and nothing in his dull village ever compared to the magic of his new favourite place. But he couldn't return. Not right away. The girl had gone too far. All he did was try to suggest … Continue reading Part 8: A Dream Unravelled
The boy didn't return the next day. Nor the day after that. The girl woke up every morning, hoping he'd change his mind and would return sooner than a week. But every morning, she was disappointed. And every morning, her regret weighed more heavily than the night before. She'd finally made a friend, but she'd … Continue reading Part 7: Regret was a Tangible Thing
The girl never thought it would happen - her forever dream coming true. But it did. She made a friend. And then she was happy just to see him from afar, and speak with him as she'd never done with any human before. She was not ungrateful enough to keep wishing. But when he touched … Continue reading Part 6: A Dream Realised
The boy's plan was as simple as it was foolish, which was to say: very. "The dragon can pluck you out of the window with its tail!" he'd exclaimed. The girl had only rolled her eyes. As though she hadn't asked the dragon if it could fly her far away before. Besides, that wasn't the … Continue reading Part 5: A Half-Formed Thing
Neither the girl, nor the boy could quite believe what they were seeing. The former thought she must still be dreaming, and that if she even dared to blink, she'd awake in her bed, to the same sounds she was accustomed to hearing. The latter was trying to understand the situation he was currently in, … Continue reading Part 3: And So They Met
Today's prompt: Pick a really memorable person from your childhood. Describe them. Avoid adverbs.
Today’s prompt: "Hatred is the absence of love." Again, I just let the words flow, and I think I like it. Please do let me know what you think.
Imposter Syndrome is a real thing. When it takes hold of you, it attempts to convince you that you don’t know what you’re doing, that you’re not really a writer, that everyone else is much more talented than you, that you have no business pretending you’re a writer, that you should just give up. But … Continue reading You are a writer.