Special Prompt #4 5B

Helicopters circling in the sky leaving an opening breeze for plenty. “I don’t think I’m going to make it” I said, petrified. George sighed as my tears left an opening flow on thick fabric. “Stop it, we can do it” his voice held a relaxing thought as he held the pain in. I look down, pouting, explosive bombs filling the battlefields as body’s lay still. I shiver, my helmet pounding on my face as I embrace myself.


I start loading my gun. I knew I had to help George shoot soon but I was late. Crying, I ran up to him, took my helmet off and screamed out at him.

– Tiana

Special Prompt #2 5W

A dragon-cat in broad daylight. Simply phenomenal. Never in my whole life would I expect to be graced with this majestic creature’s appearance. It had the furry head of a cat. The neck of a dragon. Delicate paws. Large wings. Tough scales. This is what makes it BEAUTIFUL! I pulled my phone out my pocket, ready to take a picture of the beast. Just as I was about to take a picture the dragon-cat swooped down and plucked the phone out of my hands. I guess dragon-cats are shy. I don’t blame them. I wouldn’t want the whole world to know about me if I was a dragon-cat.

Special Prompt #2 5G

The smell of blood went through the entrance of my nose. The thought of losing this phenomenal battle echoed through my mind. The minute I reached for my sword it striked. This horrible, blood covered, winged beast dropped blood all over my strawberry blonde, straight hair. Covering my mouth with this dark red liquid. squeezing my way through the dragon’s feet I flipped and fell with a heavy thud. reaching to my sword with a low breath. I grabbed it, reaching out to the dragon’s heart with the sharp point of the sword. I tried to jump and stab it but missed…

– Zara O

Special Prompt #2 5B

Green and pink lights danced across the blue sky, twirling around like a dolphin gliding through the water. The grass, short and stubby, felt like thin strips of fabric on her hands. It was phenomenal, the reflection of blurred colour in her bright blue eyes. As she laid down she saw a figure. A silhouette of a rigged old man. She whipped her head around backing herself slowly down the hill, he kept walking, approaching her with every step.

She gasped standing up immediately in her bedroom, the same man appeared at her door with a smile on his face.

– Breannah 

Week #40 5G

A cold sweat covered my face… I see his silhouette twisting and screaming as he falls… I woke up abruptly with a jolt. Another day all over again. I did the same routine I do everyday. Get out of bed and think the thoughts I always do, next time I will save him, even though I know it isn’t true. See, here’s the deal. Ever since I lost my son, I have been repeating the same day. I’ve never saved him. He always goes off the edge, tumbling, screaming. I wake up everyday with hope though and today feels different…

– Sebastian H