Lost.

 "Why do you falter fallen child? Why return to this ruin? The one you made fall?"

"To bring back what once was yours m'lady. To give you back your prize. I return back to you what once was your eye." 

"Give back what you stole from my chest as well, you horrid thief! You wretched child of the dead!" 

"I would pull my own heart from my chest if able, just to give to you what I lost."

"Give it then you shall, girl of all I lost." 

I share a story

I started this blog for a reason that i'd like to share today. 

A long ago my grandmother used to tell me and my siblings stories of a princess and her friends. There was always some kind of promblem or new adventure they would go one. I did my best to always remeber those stories when no one else could. Later in life I made a friend who at first wasn't intreasted in books, then covid hit and we had no form of comunicating with each other, thats when I decided to try my hand at writing. I wasn't very good at first(most people aren't) but around the time that covid started to end I had started to write my first book. meeting up with my friend I had them read it over and got some feed back. I had known it wasn't my best so I gave up finishing the story. It didn't take me long to start writing again though and by early summer last year I finished my first draft of my book.

Maybe one day i'll publish it, but for now, i have this blog that i hope will inspire others to write. 

                                                           thanks for reading! :)

                                                                                          -z

Writing Prompt #4

Seasonal Love, by. Z.D.

 

Writing Prompt #3

Tree Climber, by Z.D.

 

Writing prompt #2

 

Fallen. by Z.D.

 

Writing Prompt #1

 

The Lost Picture, By Z.D.

 Inky waves on a cool summers day. Watch as they walk hand in hand  through the sand grains called youth.

 For sorrow and strife would be her life , the girl who walked the shore, but for now she was peaceful as she held her fathers hand as they walk through the sand grains of youth

The Stuffed Animal, by Z.D.

He sits on a shelf, all by himself, watching his only friend. They would sit and play most of the day many ages ago...Now he just sits as he watches her forget that very first friend..

Little did he know that when she grew up and old, the times got rough and the going got tough, but she always held close her very first friend.