Okay guys here's the next prompt :D WHOO!

The story is going to be about a crow, It could be about any crow. :D The story must have at least one situation where a window is involved and at least one night setting. It is recommended to write about a character other than a crow to keep it interesting (but you don't have to). The story could be funny, creepy, mysterious, dramatic, etc! Be yourself and let's see your creative side!

Weak

Sally:

There I was standing in front of the Grand Canyon. It looked very beautiful and people were starting to head home since sunset was near. I stayed, I loved looking at nature any time of day.  I knew Mike was probably going to get annoyed that I was going to get back late but I thought “Eh Mike knows how much I love nature and hiking he’ll probably let it go” So I decided to hike along South Kaibab Trail to South Rim. As I walked down the South Kaibab Trail, a ranger asked me for my permit, since by the time I got to the bottom it would have been dark, I showed it to him and started to hike. Boy, was I thirsty! This morning I was rushing to leave so instead of grabbing water I grabbed coke. I know it isn’t good but I was dying so I decided to drink it anyway. I kept on walking, I felt hot and my body felt weak but I didn’t want to go back. I was certain I could make it. I kept on walking as I walked I felt the heat beat down stronger. My mouth felt as dry as the desert. I was getting thirsty so I decided to drink some coke. I tried to drink the coke but all of a sudden I found it hard to swallow almost as if there was some sort of lump blocking my pipes. I spit out the coke and kept on walking. Gosh it was beginning to get hotter even though it was starting to get dark. I kept on going on the more I kept on going the hotter it got. I was beginning to get light headed but I was too far in to keep…

Mike

Where was Sally? Usually she would call me if things got hard. I really wish I could have gone with her but I had to stay and make an important negotiation with executives at the company I worked at. Ehh I thought “Maybe she’s doing an ‘after dark’ hiking session?”  After all it was 7:00 pm and the Grand Canyon must look beautiful during the sunset. But still I couldn’t help but think something was wrong. Maybe I was overthinking. I could already here Sally’s voice. “Gosh Mike! I’m fine. You on the other hand need to relax more and stop worrying about me so much.” Usually after that she would massage my shoulders to relax me. I missed her but I knew she would be back but not soon enough. Maybe later in the night or the next day I would see her. I decided to make some dinner and after that read a little to get my mind off of her. It helped but I knew somewhere in the back of my mind I was still thinking of her.

Sally

I was awaken by an owl hooting. For a moment I felt confused of what happened. I looked around and saw that I was in a canyon. Hmm “Oh I’m in the Grand Canyon!” I thought. I still felt kind of puzzled. I must have fainted from not drinking anything. I attempted to drink some coke again but I couldn’t swallow. My mouth felt extremely dry and I felt like I couldn’t even stand up. Feeling tired and powerless I laid down on the ground. I was going to call Mike but I remembered my phone didn’t get any service in the Grand Canyon. I felt like yelling but my tongue felt swollen and my mouth felt too dry to shout or speak. I still felt hot. No that was an understatement, I was burning. The stars were starting to come out and instead of feeling a breeze I felt a wave of fire overcome my body.

I laid on the ground and took the unbearable heat. I wished I would sweat at that moment but I stayed dry. I thought this couldn’t be happening. I banged my head against the ground to see if I was awake. Big mistake I got a headache I tried lifting my head up but I felt so dizzy I just decided to lay down maybe someone would find me.

Mike

            It was already 12 am and Sally still hadn’t returned “Maybe she’s staying at a hotel with crappy reception?” I thought. I was about to panic but I decided to just go to sleep. Maybe she’ll call me in the morning.

                                    …

I woke up around 10 I didn’t have work since it was Sunday. Whenever Sally had gone to somewhere and decided to stay overnight she would try to come back around 10 or 11 in the afternoon. I did not get any sleep last night thinking about Sally. I decided if she wasn’t home by 11 I would go to the Grand Canyon myself. I took my time and ate breakfast and watched my favorite TV show in order to get my mind off of her.

                                    …

            As soon as the movie finished I quickly got my keys and headed out. Before I put the key in the ignition I sent Sally a text and called her. Straight to voice mail. I definitely had to go now. I tried to drive as quickly as I could without getting pulled over. I was pretty sure I was overreacting but I’d rather be safe than sorry. I drove and as I drove I put a CD of Sally’s labeled pump mix. The first song that played was of an upbeat song and the lyrics “When I come up When I rush, I rush for you” seemed to fit perfectly with the moment. Sally sure did have an interesting taste in music. It ranged from 80s synth pop to heavy metal. As I drove I kept on thinking about her. This was going to be a long ride.

                                    …

Sally

I couldn’t handle it anymore. I gave up hope. I decided to just accept my fate. I lived a pretty good life. I was married happily for two years. But the only regret I had was that I didn’t tell Mike my secret. My secret was …

Mike

By the time I got there the sun was setting luckily there was still some Sun. I looked down at the canyon and saw something. I grabbed some guy’s binoculars and it was a pile of bones. I got scared and thought it was Sally but then I remembered it takes a good amount of time for a body to decompose. Still I searched the canyon and found Sally. She was on the ground. She looked weak and in pain. I immediately called a ranger and told them my wife was in the canyon and if they could rescue her. They immediately got into a jeep and went down there.  Unfortunately by the time they got to the hospital the doctors told me there was nothing they could do and she died of dehydration

Was it the heat of the Canyon

It is hot...I am dehydrated...I'm walking on a rocky canyon...Did I mention it was hot? I don't remember much of anything, I remember something pushed my back and I fell from a small cliff. Next thing I knew I'm in a canyon. I have come to the obvious conclusion that I may have amnesia, I really don't know what to do I don't know what the heck I was doing in a canyon in the first place. As I walk forward the path begins to slope downwards, I hesitate, should I continue forward? As I take a small step forward I notice something white on the ground. I saw that it was some type of white fur on the ground. As I touched the fur thingy I had some sort of flashback. I remember a small white dog by my side, was it mine? I sure hope not the poor thing could be dead meat for all I know. I decided to continue downward and I began to ponder about the kind of person I was... I wondered if anybody missed me. I was so tired and thirsty I sat down under a small cliff and closed my eyes. When I awoke I saw a young asian boy in close proximity to my fingers, I gasped "What the heck are you doing?!! The heck! Get away from my fingers man who are you!" The boy did not speak. I kicked him in the chin "Hey Yo! You gonna tell me what's going on over here!." The boy looked angry "You so skinny!! Ugly girl you have no meat on you! You look like that pile of bones!." The boy pointed at a pile of bones "uhh eww what the heck is that?" I said. "Your mom." He said. "My heart skipped a beat, but then I realized he was a lying stupid dweeb. "Actually.." He said with a red stain near his lip, "It was small dog, white, more meat than you." I gasped and that only made me feel more dehydrated, "Shit! man what happened to it?" I asked.What he said next gave me an anxiety attack "I eat ugly dog why?" 
 

Back to Business

So now that spring break is over it's time for story writing time again! This week I decided to do something a little more... abstract. The prompt for this week is: The story is set in a canyon. The story must involve a pile of bones in it. This may seem a little strange but I have faith that you'll be able to do this! As usual your story is due Wednesday and Good Luck! 
P.S if you have any questions or that you might be late tell me. 

The Lonely Little Bird

Once there was a little bird who only had one wing, this bird was filled with loneliness, the bird tried many things to fill the emptiness inside. This bird lived in the forest and was surrounded by many, so many different animals... how was it that this bird felt so alone? This bird had travelled the world on a hot air balloon, crossed vast oceans with strange looking animals on a white things that float, hopped in places crowded with different faces so what was missing? This bird could not find the answer to his question. One day the little bird decided to ask one of his friends, the dog "What should I do so that I wouldn't feel alone?" "I know," The dog said, "You need to play with us more." And so the bird did, the dog introduced the bird to a game called "Fetch" where the dog throws the stick and the bird returns it to him. However, this game was difficult for the little bird since he only had one wing. "This stick is much too heavy for me to carry and I am much too slow.." whimpered the bird. The dog growled, "How can you get rid of your loneliness if you cannot play a simple game of fetch, I cannot play with you any more." The dog left and returned to his dog house.

The little bird hopped away and cried silently near a tree. A monkey came along "Hello bird." " Oh,Hello monkey." The little bird stared at the monkey, "You seem friendly, do you know why I feel lonely and unhappy?" The monkey laughed, "E-e-e Ooo ooo Yup I know why you feel unhappy, it is because you are not climbing on the trees like me!" The monkey climbed on a tree and began to chatter, she seemed very happy. "Try it, It will make you happy!." And so the bird tried to climb the tree, he tried to climb the tree with his beak but he fell, he tried to climb with his wing but he fell. "I Do not think I can climb this tree, can you help me climb this tree?" "No," the monkey said "If you cannot climb the tree yourself I can't be your friend, you are much to boring and weak." The monkey laughed and disappeared in the trees.

The little bird decided to spend one day completely alone and no animal knew where he went. The bird had forgotten who he was since he was with the other animals and tried to be like them. The bird remembered that he liked to fly. The bird remembered that he felt alive and free when he flew. The bird also remembered he liked to sing songs. The bird had precious memories of beautiful mornings spent singing with his mother and brother. However, his family had migrated to the north and he had to stay behind ever since his other wing broke. After spending more time by himself he felt slightly better "It's not so bad to be alone sometimes." 

The next day the bird awoke to the sound of some munching. A small turtle was slowly munching on some leaves. The turtle noticed the little bird and greeted him, "Good morning bird." "Oh Good Morning turtle." The little turtle finished his break feast and slowly made his way to the little bird. "Would you like to play with me?" the little turtle smiled. "I would, but you wouldn't want to play with me I cannot play fetch and I cannot climb a tree, I cannot do many things." the bird began to hop away. "Wait." The turtle said. "I am sure that we can both do many things, I know I am slow but My momma said it sometimes it takes some time to see the many things you can do." The bird was happy, "Really that's great!." The little turtle introduced his friends to the little bird, among them there was another little bird who had a broken wing. The two little birds laughed "look we both have broken wings!" The two little birds and the small turtle became great friends. The three friends realized that together they could fly great distances. The two birds embraced each other and used their wings together, they used their four feet to carry the small turtle and all three of them flew together. While they flew they would sing and laugh in the sky. The little bird learned that it wasn't so bad to be alone, he also learned that it was also great to have good friends to fly together with and in the end the little bird was happy and he no longer felt that lonely emptiness inside.


(ps: I am so sorry I forgot that the prompt said to write about a lonely person, I think I may have gotten carried away I forgot xD)

Solitude

He was always alone.
He'd never gone to school with any other kids.
Always by himself.
No one to bother him,
No one to bother,
No one to share his thoughts to,
No one to share their thoughts,
Oh how awful was this thing called solitude,

So one day,
he asked his parents to take him to a place where there where kids his own age,
a place called "public school",
There was different than school,
There were all types of kids,
Kids who hung around in a close tight knit group,
Kids who dressed in all black,
Kids who had a passion or a knack for art,
Kids loved to act
And many more,

So when he started school he was shocked,
People looked at him weirdly,
They said things about him,
to his face and behind his back,
Or Sometimes they said nothing at all to him
In class was even worse,
There were people who thought they were smarter than him,
These people would judge him and mock him and laugh at him
They would even laugh at him when he shared his opinion,
and argue how their opinion was right

He was always alone, this time for good,
He promised to never go to school with kids
Always by himself,
No one to bother him,
No one to be a bother to,
No one to share his thoughts to,
No one to share their thoughts,
Oh how wonderful was this thing called solitude

new prompt

Okay so the prompt is: write a short story about a lonely person who ends up being happy in the end. Story can be in the form of a poem, song, anything :)

92

May 25

Ah Spring time. When the flowers are in bloom and the weather starts to warm up. I love spring because it’s very close to summer without the scorching hot weather of 100 F and above. It’s funny how in TV and movies Spring is usually associated with love. I think it’s a load of baloney.  Like there’s just some sort of hormone in the air causing people’s brains to produce a massive amount of oxytocin. For me spring is a beautiful time to observe and to gain inspiration from nature to create art. I love to sketch pictures of flowers or paint something using color pallets inspired by plants, animals, or even the sky.  I remember when my inspiration got me into an …interesting situation.  I remember that day very clearly….

May 14

I was woken that day by a radio talk show host talking about how most murders were committed at a certain temperature I think it was 91 or 92. “What a load of bullshit.” I thought. I then changed the radio station. I woke up and went thru the usual routine with the radio on. As I got dressed I heard the radio say “And here are the highs and lows of the day today the highs for Phoenix are 92 and the lows are 63”  “92 eh seems a like a good day for inspiration.” I thought. It was strange 92 was a little higher than spring weather but then again it was mid spring so the closer we got to summer the hotter it was bound to get. Nevertheless it was still a nice day to gather inspiration.

…

I went to the park with my sketch pad and pencil. I found a perfect spot under a tree where there was hardly and people, there was a man on a bench nearby reading but I didn’t mind him. I heard the birds singing and I saw little kids playing happily on the playground. I observed the innocent, pure looks on their faces and tried to draw them. When little kids played it made me long for the days when I was a child. It was a time without pain, suffering, or tears, well there were a few tears but that was for physical pain like scarping your knee not from heart break or any other horrible event.  I smiled and then looked away. I decided in that moment to just enjoy the moment and just let my thoughts pass by just like clouds. I felt relaxed. I closed my eyes and just thought of all the good things in the world like people smiling, children laughing, and pie fresh out of the oven, my mom’s lasagna, fresh flowers, birds singing, and so much more. I stayed like this for about 5 to 10 minutes. I then open my eyes and when I looked down at my sketchpad I found a note folded in front of me. It said “I noticed you like drawing a lot please send me one of your drawings at this address. 123 Sesamo Pl. 85004 Phoenix Arizona.” I thought it was very strange so I turned around and there was the old man still reading. I thought it was very strange “It’s only a drawing. What harm can it do?” So I went home and drew a picture of kids playing in a playground where birds were flying and the flowers were in bloom. It was so full of nostalgia that I did not want to send it. So I decided to send the owner one of my old drawings that was colored of a bunch of flowers with the sun shining. It used to be one of my favorites since I had spent so much time on it, carefully paying attention it from the drawing the flowers correct to coloring it in and shading it, but now my newest drawing became my favorite. I carefully folded it and put it in an envelope I did not write anything on the back of the drawing just the drawing itself and wrote my address just in case . I wrote the address and wondered if I should put the letter inside the person’s mail box myself which was a block away or just to drop it off at the post office myself.

I ended up deciding to drop off the letter myself since after all it was Monday and the post office was full on Mondays and I did not feel like dealing with that amount of people that day or anyday. As I walked it got hotter and I started to sweat. It was beginning to warm up but it wasn’t 92 degrees. It felt like 80 something degrees. I then arrived at this person’s house. It seemed pretty sad no one was in it and it looked very old and run down. I silently put the letter in this person’s mail box and walked away. I then walked away carefully making sure I didn’t seem suspicious.

As I walked back home it got incredibly hot. I’m pretty sure it was 92 by then. I felt like taking off my shirt but didn’t since after all I was a girl and society didn’t see that as socially acceptable. I kept on walking and felt sweat run down my back and I felt my blood boil. I don’t know why at that moment I was enraged. I then got home and started to paint my feelings. I used a bunch of reds, orange, yellows and black. After that I ate dinner and went to sleep.

May 15

I awoke feeling confused. I woke up to a song by Type O Negative “I don’t wanna be I don’t wanna be me I don’t wanna be me anymore” and then followed the guitar. Ahh Type O Negative I hadn’t heard them since high school. Listening to them made me feel both nostalgic and pumped. I then got up and went thru my usual routine and after breakfast I went to the garage to look at what I painted. It was different then what I usually painted. It was the scorching hot sun causing someone to set on fire. It was different, shocking yet there was something that made it special. That’s the thing I liked about creating art, art isn’t supposed to be beautiful it’s there to make you feel something. I then took the painting and posted it up over my bed.

…

When I exited the house to go to the park I noticed I had mail. I checked and it was a letter. I opened it wondering if it was the anonymous person who I sent the drawing to.

Hey There. I received your drawing yesterday and I wanted to thank you. It was beautiful. You don’t know how thankful I am that I saw your drawing. When I opened the letter I was really angry at my wife I don’t know why but I actually felt like killing her in that moment. I went outside and checked my mail as soon as I saw your drawing all my feelings went away and it may seem cliché but your letter made me realize how much I love life and how foolish I would’ve been to kill my love of my life. I really wanted to repay you so I sent you a check for $300 dollars.  Actually I want to make a deal with you. You see I love art. And I like to help aspiring artists like you. So what my deal is I send you $400 every two weeks so I can get more of your art work. What do you say?

P.S

I actually caught a glimpse of you when you were walking away. Don’t worry I’m a lot richer than my house shows. Speaking of that I need to repaint my house. B.T.W My name is Terrence.

Wow I thought $400 bucks isn’t bad. Maybe this guy can even help me sell my paintings. I felt honored that one of my paintings actually saved someone from committing a grave mistake such as murder. I immediately wrote back and put the letter in his mailbox. I then continued my daily routine and that was that. 

And Then came Mid-Spring

Adira was covered with pieces of gum and pieces of spaghetti, she had just desperately jumped into a garbage can which was probably filled with spit and snot. Adira was a senior in high school, and the most caring one at that. Just recently Adira had bumped into one of her best friends, Michael Myers, the schools most hated bully. Michael was teaching Adira the secret handshake combo passed down to him by the schools toughest students. Adira gladly tried to memorize the different combinations....but truth be told Adira was not the brightest girl. Once Adira was scolded by her english teacher, history teacher, math teacher, and even the physical education teacher all at the same time because of her clumsiness and her inability to absorb knowledge at times.
However, all of Adira's teachers and most of her classmates cared for her because of her genuine warm heart. Students began to gather around Adira and the pile of trash around her. Some students asked her if she was okay but Adira did not reply, she stared blankly at her classmates and tried to smile but her attempt failed. Adira ran to the schools library feeling tears escaping her eyes. Michael, the bully and Michelle, the smartest, saw Adira's tears and chased after her. Adira was hiding behind the book shelves. Michelle sat down next to her friend and tried to console her, "Hey Little A, whats up with that frown, tell us what happened." "Yeah, tell us who threw that garbage can at you so I can give em a smashing or two!." Michael said. Adira mumbled "Um no im fine, please don't worry about me you guys and please don't hurt anyone Michael...I'm the one jumped in the trash, it's okay, im fine. You guys better get to class." "Uhh Adira it's bearly lunch don't worry about us tell us what you were doing in the trash can."

Adira spaced out, "Oh the trash can?...What was I...Oh yeah! I was looking for a letter that was sent to me, it said it was from someone named 'someone who thinks you are stupid' and I think I may have dropped it in the trashcan, I hope I didn't hurt their feelings because I accidently lost it..oh man...I hope they are okay!" Michael tried to stop himself from laughing but he couldnt hold it in and spit flew everywhere, "their feelings didn't get hurt, Adira they called you stupid! dont you get it?" Adira began to cry again "Oh, I guess I didn't look at it that way, but..but..but" and Michelle hugged her "Dont Worry A, it will be okay." She smiled. "No! I'm stupid! its bearly spring and I am failing all my classes including physical education! I shouldn't be called "A" who decided to name me Adira anyway?! I'm so dumb Michelle!" Micheal couldn't help himself, "Er Your Mom!!! hahaha" Michelle smacked Michael in the head "Shut up bully she's not in the mood!."

"It's  the beginning of spring and im waiting for a response to my letter....it will tell me if i'm going to college or not, I don't think I will make it." Michael frowned "I don't think that matters ya know." Michelle gasped "How can you say that it does matter dude! Adira has tried so hard in school, she may not be the brightest but she was never a slacker. It matters more than anything." Michael laughed "For a smart girl you sure are an idiot, okay let's be honest here Adira is a stupid girl, let's get that fact straight. There are many things that matter more than college, she has people who love her and I think that matters, she has support almost everywhere she goes. Me on the other hand, I didn't have crap Everybody hated me and still they hate me to this day." Adira broke into tears "Michael you aren't hated You are very special and important to me, don't worry Michael if anyone say's mean stuff about you I will tell them you are nice...and you smell like flowers!!" Michael grinned, "See that's another thing that matters you have a good quality in you." Michelle began to understand "He's right you care about others and that is an amazing quality to have and I'm beginning to see why these things matter just as much as college." Adira smiled "I love you guys, I hope I'm still your friend when you go far in life because I know you will I believe it! With my heart!."

Mid-spring came and Adira checked the mail box . When she opened the mail box a letter came out. The letter said "Some people who think you are bright" the letter read "Dear, Adira we are sorry if this was not the letter you were expecting. You may not be the smartest but you are the brightest, do not worry about you're future because from our hearts we know that your future will be filled with happiness. We are your teachers, classmates, friends, staff, neighbors, everyone you happened to bump into along your life. Always do your best and always bring that good quality with you, everywhere you go, you motivate us to do our best and be our best and now it is our turn to motivate you, we believe in you! P.S "let's go far in life together! We managed to persuade colleges to accept you, you're coming with us."