Monthly Prompt

Mazhar spots Clyde having more trouble than they realize when Brecht spots smoke on the horizon. Van and Moira are in a panic when Johnnie-Rose rides in.

Bruce rolled up on a cute little home with an even cuter garden. It was full of crystals and shells glittering in the sand around the colorful succulents. The cactus and Palo Verde trees had long since bloomed leaving their roots covered in a little blanket of petals.    The bean had barely poked his head over the fence when "Hey! Shark boy, what do you think you're doing there?"   ...

“Alright, alright, settle down, little ones,” Prism giggled, gently ruffling Tauri’s hair as the beanling kept trying to boost himself to be able to see past her. “I’d have expected you to be a little more tuckered out by now, since you were gone all day.”    Powder stifled a quiet yawn, and Dawn couldn’t help but give an amused hum at the timing. Prism smiled, “Ah, there it is. I ...

Nikolai was used to the peace of constant ticking. The metronome-like sounds may drive his customers mad, but he found the synchronization of every gear in the shop was marvelous. That is until one morning-   Boom    Nikolai clenched his screwdriver with a quake to his hand. He turned abruptly to the beans on t...

Rosa Island was alive and blooming, pairs of flowerlings and beanlings all bustling about. Sprouting season was just around the corner, and the magic in the air of Prism Vale made itself readily apparent with the chatter and camaraderie around the islands.    Even with the friendly feelings whirling around them, a pair of flowerlings managed to carve out a portion of solitude among the crowd. With all their o...

Ivy was often hard to track down as he travels around the different islands. Barry got word from a baker in town that the green flowerling had stopped by recently for his usual. If he was quick, the tamer could catch up to him before he got to the portals or disappeared into the forest. Barry could spend all day under the canopy searching for his friend if it weren’t for the biting little bug that refused to be held. It’s no wonder Amethyst was so ready to r...

“I’m home, Stormy!” Barry dropped his bag by the entrance of the log, the double doors wide open as animals wandered in and out. “Stormy?” “In here,” The firefly called from the back room they dedicated to the weather mage’s potions. The backroom had been replaced and repaired multiple times from numerous accidents. The multicolored wooden panels sourced from different times and places told a story of ...

Noxis á Morte’s First New Year’s Eve             The deep crack of a large piece of earth rolling against the stony shores split the night. None of the people in the town could hear the death rattle of the old castle over the thundering fireworks lighting up the night sky. Cheer and chanting, counting down to one, were mixing with the roaring waves to create a volume neither could achieve alone. The waves lapped gently against the shore, stated after consuming the falle...