Let's do a set of MTG themed writing prompts!
MTG Writing Challenge: April
Iron and Bone – Chapter Thirteen
Like swallowing fire, it scorched her from the inside out and set her nerves alight. She knew beyond any shadow of a doubt, that no human was born to wield such devastating power as that of a Caretaker.
Celebrate
We are always so quick to remember every little thing we shouldn’t have done, things we should have said but didn’t. We lie awake and relive the cringeworthy moments, and the downright awful ones. But how often do you look back at your day and give yourself a pat on the back?
Ossian – Chapter Two
His skin was almost translucent, and it flaked like dry parchment. Over his heart, the only hint of colour, a pulsing red rune had been carved. A rune Wren knew all too well.
International Women’s Day
IWD may only be one day, but we are all responsible for challenging the wrongs in our world, every day. As they say on the IWD website: a challenged world is an alert world and from challenge comes change.
Spring Is Here (and so am I)
Spring is here, after a long winter. To me, Spring means hayfever, fresh air, and new beginnings. The birds greet the day earlier and earlier, singing in the sunrise.
Iron and Bone – Chapter Twelve
Catryn froze in her tracks and arms enveloped her tightly, pinning her in place. That time, she did not struggle. She wanted to hate him, she wanted to vow to bring him to justice for his actions. But she couldn’t deny his words.
Becoming – Chapter Eight
Any misgivings Kali had dissipated when the guitarist struck up the first chord. The music, and the message, were all that mattered. They wanted to remember the fallen, to rage at the injustice of the world that tore their friend away. Kali just wanted to let it all out.
Iron and Bone – Chapter Eleven
Trepidation in her steps, she moved slowly towards the dancing light, not at all surprised as it pulled further away each time she drew near. A voice near her ear startled her as the priest murmured “You can see the wisps?”
Becoming – Chapter Seven
Kali stared in awe; this was the power of a god. Demeter had completely reformed the space in a matter of seconds. The sandy, bloody, smell had given way to fresh grass with hints of pine. A soft summery breeze rustled the leaves in the trees.
