I know writing isn't supposed to be my top priority in life, not when trials are heading over my way - but I can't help it. I have to write. Regardless of whether it's Fanfiction (Six stories in progress and counting) or in the fiction that I created myself (Using Carl Jung's theories really gave me the necessary inspiration) - I just have to let the words out.

Really, it'd be nice if I wasn't in one of my moods.

Yeah, I'm having one of those days. One of the days when my juniors are just getting themselves into a ready-to-be-yelled-by-Anne situation; everybody being more sarcastic than usual; nobody getting along in the family; and people rambling to you when you simply do not wish to be disturbed...

And, oh, I couldn't write my stories today because I just simply couldn't. That's probably what pissed me off the most - wanting to write but being unable to. Fuuu.

Anyway, they say that writing prompts would help kick the poetic mood in. All right, fine. It's almost twelve, my American Ginseng tea is by my side, and there's music in my ears.

Typical. Five, for now. Let's go.

1. Warmth
   Summer was here, and its warmth felt pleasant on her bare skin. She laughed as she danced in the colors of the rainbow; admiring how the roses bloomed and contrasted amidst the rolling green fields.
   
   She couldn't seem to get enough of this delicious feeling, and oh, how she hoped winter would never come.
   



2. Shadows
   He feared them.
   
   He feared their malicious smiles, their sinister intentions. They were the shadows that lurked in every corner, and they were deadly.
   
   Night after night he would tremble like a broken child, desperately wishing for the light.
   
   


3. Kingdom
   The war was not supposed to happen.
   
   He dismounted from the mare and gazed forlornly at the remains of his kingdom, the weight of the golden crown on his head too heavy to bear.
   



4. Options
   The spell was forbidden for a reason. Though powerful, it would claim the life of the spellcaster, resulting in an irreversible death.
   
   Time was running out.
   
   He tried to weigh his options, only to realize that there were none. The answer was clear.
   
   Life was truly a one-way axis that everyone had to follow.




5. Wheelchair
   She stared stonily ahead, fingers gripping the cold steel on both sides; cursing the ones who had ruined her life by causing the accident, resulting in the two stubs that were a mere reminder of the tanned, slender legs that she once owned.
   
   She thanked the stranger who pushed her wheelchair into the train, realizing that she'd have to learn how to use it soon.