30 minutes to write this. Thank you again for taking the time to read my story from a writing prompt.

Writing Prompt #1,260

You feel like your coven has held you back your entire life, expecting you to follow rule after rule. It has never made any sense to you why witches, with all their power, go out of their way to repress it. That isn’t how you want to live your life. You want power and to use your magic whenever and wherever you choose. One night, while the coven is out celebrating the sabbat beneath the full moon, you make your escape and head far away to the first bustling city you find. Right away you use your magic to extort every elected official you encounter, going unchallenged every step along the way. Within five years, you’ve used your magic to be elected mayor, with everyone of importance in your pocket. Life is perfect. Then one day you receive a letter in the mail, the words spelled out with letters cut out from magazines. The letter is blackmailing you over your witchcraft. Someone knows of your dark secret and wants to be paid off. Furious, you try to use your magic to discover who sent it, but you can’t, which makes you realize someone possessing magic must be the culprit. Immediately you suspect your coven. Who else can possibly know enough to attempt to blackmail you? But you need more evidence. You hire an attractive private investigator to work the case, someone who knows about your kind and can get to the bottom of any situation. But what he uncovers is more than you bargained for.

I walk up to Mose Locater. I heir this guy to help me find my stalker. Through I don’t think he is going to find anything. I haven’t been able to find anything with my magic. But none the less I have to try it. ‟Okay, please tell me you found something about my family?” I ask Jake, the private investigator.

‟Sophia, your not really a witch.” He says flipping open the folder on the desk. ‟You’re a angel.”

‟I didn’t come to you for you to look into me!” I snap at him. ‟Also, If I’m an angle why don’t I have wings then?” I ask him. ‟Angles are elegant. I’m far from elegant! Even with all the training I’ve had.”

‟Well, I was looking for your stalker and then came across something that I couldn’t pass up looking more into. So, here’s the thing. You’ve be cursed. Your angle abilities have been locked away. You able to use magic but your not as powerful as you can be.” He says reading over a piece of paper.

‟How do I break the curse?” I say folding my hands in my lap. Something’s not right here. Why is he pushing this and not looking into my stalker.

So, I had a story in my head for this writing prompt but as I sat down to writing it out. I’m not very good at writing fight scenes but I tried to write something close to a fight scene. So, we’re going to see how this pans out. Hopefully you guys will like this. Thank you again for taking the time to read my story from a writing prompt.

Writing Prompt #1,138

You are a shy 17-year-old girl who spends most of her time online, particularly in VR chat rooms, where you find it easier to make friends. You are excited about Knight’s Brawl, a VR game you’ve been waiting to play for months. The game allows you to explore an open world full of dragons and fantasy creatures and travel to different arenas to compete against other players. When someone in your online group chat offers you an exclusive beta-testing code, you jump at the opportunity. You boot up the game, and everything looks incredibly realistic. You swear you can even smell your surroundings. But when you enter your first battle and actually feel each blow, you know something is wrong. Only then do you realize that you are no longer playing the game, but are in it, and you — like the others trapped in the beta — have to fight your way to the top of the leaderboard if you want to escape.

“Mouse!” Someone yells from behind me. I quickly turn around and see TamEevee running towards me. ‟Help me!” I look past her and see three males chasing her. When she gets to me, I push her behind me and put myself in between her and the three males.

‟Whoa, what lets talk this out.” I say holding up both my hands. The male in the lead stops just in front of me.
‟She needs to pay for her discretions.” He growls.

‟What did she do?” I ask looking him in the eye.

‟She keep picking a fight and then hiding. She needs to finish what she started.” The male behind him says puffing out his chest.

‟Are you sure, she was the one picking a fight?” I ask letting the truth magic flow into my words. The male fights my magic but isn’t strong enough.

‟She would let take her out for dinner. She said I wasn’t worth her time.” He growls out and the other two males turn and look at the male.

‟You mean to tell me, all she did was turn you down?” The first male growls. ‟Jurl, answer me.”

‟Yes.” Jurl looks down at the ground. ‟She’s been flirting with me for the last three weeks. When I finally ask her out she turns me down! How dare she?” TamEevee squeaks.

‟I wasn’t flirting with you, dumbass.” She says.

‟You.” Jurl growls and tries to lung for her but the first male stops him.

‟I’m truly sorry for my dumbass friend. I’ll make sure he stays in line from here on out.” He says the last part glaring at Jurl.

Written in the 30 Minute timer.

Writing Prompt #1,056

Against your wishes, your father has sent you off to an all-girls boarding school in a remote part of the Midwest after moving for his job. You attend your classes and make a few friends, but one group of girls in particular strike you as odd. One night you see them silently sneak into the woods and decide to follow. You find them dancing around a small bonfire, singing in harmony. In the flames, you see the outlines of horses flickering, and within moments, real horses burst out of the flames. The girls mount them with glee and ride off into the forest. The next day you confront them about it and learn that they have been practicing magic from an old book in the library. You join in on the fun, but when you learn the origins of the book and the darkness that seeks to take it back, it is up to you to protect the book, your friends, and the school itself.

“Sage” Jade runs up to me. I turn around just in time to catch Jade in my arms. She may be the same age as me but she doesn’t look it. She has pink shoulder length hair, green eyes, pale skin and stand at a tall 4’3”. She is also the most energetic of us all. Following closely behind her I see Carly, who has a blonde pixie cut, with brown eyes, slightly tanned skin and stands at an even 5 foot. These two are never far apart. If you ever see Carly then Jade is withing 5 feet. They look nothing alike but they are siblings.

“Have you seen, Sophie, yet?” Carly asks and I shake my head.

“I just got down here as well. What’s going on?” I ask.

“Sophie, mom showed up this morning. She sounded pissed.” Jade says finally letting go of me. “She was yelling and it sounded like somethings where throw.” Worry makes my heart ache. Sophie’s mom is on the school board. I look down at Jade.

“What was she yelling about this time?” I ask Jade. Carly gives Jade a glare most likely trying to tell her sister to shut the fuck up. But Jade never listens.

“She was yelling about our club.” Due to the schools rules we have to be apart of a after school club. It was my idea to make a club called Blackwooden books. A play on the coven name we picked and the spell book. “She sounded very pissed that she joined our club and not a ‘normal’ club.”

“Jade.” Carly hisses and Jade rolls her eyes.

“Sage, should know about it.” Jade says

“It’s not our place to tell her.” Carly says and my heart plummets.

“Tell me what?” I ask and Carly sighs.

“Sophie’s mom is going to make her drop from the club.” Jade says.

“But the school will fail her for this quarter for dropping out of a club, this last into the quarter.” I say looking around trying to find Sophie. I spot Jazmen, Sophie’s roommate. I wave at her for to come over, as she makes her way over I notice a few other students watching her.

Sadly the time got away from me again. I need to figure out how to get what’s in my head out into writing without focusing so hard on the spelling part of it. As always thank you guys for taking the time to read this.