Fiction

2200 A.D

So you see, there’s this thing called Earth.

Is it a food?

What? No, no, it’s a planet. In the Milky Way. It’s where I live. 

That is hundreds of galaxies away. Why are you out here?

Color
Write about a specific color that evokes your emotions; a color that you love, a color you hate, a color that makes you calm, or a color that makes you feel any other emotion.

Sport

In his peripheral vision, he had spotted the woman that conquered his dreams more than once and he allowed his gaze to follow her path. She carried herself in an enthusiastic way. She sways side to side in her fancy magenta-colored dress.

He checked the time, and it read 6:36 PM.

With her first day at the school, she slid open to door to a completely silent classroom. Some students were sleeping and some were writing and some just looked as if they were in another world.

I’m a winner. Some might even say that I’m the best. I win at everything and I always give my all. I get higher grades than my friends, I get chosen to attend leadership conferences, I do what I can to help my soccer team win - and we usually do.

He was stunned. The whole occurrence was of pure contradictory. He was sent to assassinate Claire Reid Marie-Winston and instead the tables had turned significantly. As he held his hands up, bearing his forearms, he chortled in disdain.

I gathered all the patience I had set aside, for moments like these and waited for the sun to descend, bringing forth its dark hypnotizing color.

The summer of 2018 was one I will always cherish. Almost every night, my friend, Alex, and I would sneak out and go to the lake. We lived pretty close to one another and the lake was an equal distance from the two houses.

Somehow his feelings weren't comprehensive to the crisis he was in. He should be feeling dread but, even at this very moment he felt the spark of fire that tethered him to the brunette.

Unbeknownst to a presence watching me, I was in a state of deep rumination. I clench my hands in feeble fists and walked down a cobblestone path, as the rate of the large occurring sizes of stone depreciated.

“I told you I don't know how to dance Thaddeus,” Elizabeth weakly muttered. “Would it kill you to give me some encouraging words?” She questions him after she'd made another mistake in placing her foot, moving it at the wrong time.