A Writer's Wonderland

A tree looms over me. From afar, it looks like a normal cherry blossom, but close up I can see it's special. It has an aura of the past, as though someone zapped it into the future. The clouds drift away, revealing the bright afternoon sun, causing the tree to glimmer. As my eyes adjust to the glimmering tree and the bright sun, I realize it’s only the light pink leaves that are shimmering.  I reach up and brush my fingers against a leaf. Then, I lightly pluck it and turn it over. A picture shimmers there, a picture of a little me and another girl. Amazed, I pluck another leaf, this one with words. As I read, my theory is confirmed. This is the memory tree. A tree that holds the beauty of my world within its leaves, for every leaf, holds a forgotten memory. Suddenly, the tree has me entranced. I must read more, see more wonderful, beautiful memories. I pluck leaf after leaf, remembering memory after memory. I reach up, hungrily, wanting to see more of the beauty of my world. My mem...

Hot. Burning. Fire.  coming this way. must run, must move.  I try, but I cant. I'm anchored to the ground.  Fire. Burning everything in its path. Try harder, move still can't. Heat, licking my body. Doom, spreading through me Fire, burning me... and then, it was just another that the fire has destroyed. Hey guys, Nia here, just wanted to give you some info on the description. In case you haven't guessed, it's from the perspective of a tree during a forest fire. I wrote it because this is what I think a tree would feel when it's watching its friends burn down and then ultimately, being burned itself. And yes, plants can feel, they can be hurt, and maybe they don't have emotions, but they can still tell when danger is near, and they even communicate with other plants. Plants are amazing, and they give us so much, I feel it's only fair if we protect them in return.  #SaveTheTrees

Keeping a journal is a great idea right now (and always). Writing down your thoughts and feeling can be very therapeutic and keeping a journal has been known to decrease stress. How should you start, you might ask? It's very simple, and here is how: Step 1: Find a notebook. This can be a simple composition book or anything you like! if you want, you can decorate your book, or you can leave it plain. There are plenty of cute ideas online! Step 2: Get something to write with. Now that you have a book, find something to write with. You can use pens, pencils, markers, whatever you want. However, I do recommend just using a simple ballpoint pen, because journals are meant for you, spelling mistakes are okay, and you don't need to think twice about what you write. Markers tend to bleed through the pages, and pencils fade over time. Step 3: Write. Whether you write every day, once a week, or just when you feel like it, remember to update your diary. Somedays, you might want to jot dow...

Hi everyone! Today i have a writing/art prompt for you. If you choose to write, your first words are 'Once upon a time...' You can continue however you'd like. Your story doesn't have to be about a princess, it can be about anything, the only rule is that it has to start with 'Once upon a time...' If you choose art, draw or make something that was inspired by a fairytale or the words 'once upon a time.' Now, you can send me your work through this  link ! I would love to see what you come up with, and i will also right a 'once upon a time' story that i will share with all of you! Always remember your imagination is the limit, Nia K

Hi everyone, Today i have something different for you. The trick i'm about to tell you about helps me clear my mind, and i hope it is useful to you as well. Here we go! Now, close your eyes and imagine you are somewhere dark (like an empty room). Imagine you are standing by an edge (or in a corner). Imagine that opposite you is a bottomless, dark abyss (You can't fall in. remember that). Pull all your thoughts into a ball. Invision it, roll it up with your hands. Imagine your ball of thoughts and invision it in a sealed box. Imagine kicking the box into the abyss. Open your eyes. Your thoughts are gone, nothing but a faint whisper remains. As long as you don't try to think those thoughts, they should only be a whisper at the back of your mind. A whisper you can barely hear. This trick might or might not work for you, but give it a try! Stay safe, Nia K

Write a story about what you would do if you got zapped into your favorite TV show/movie. Who would you meet? where would you stay? are there any must-go places you just have to see? Think about what it would be like to talk to your favorite character (not someone in costume). Would you tell the characters about where you really come from? would you ever leave? You could come up with a new protagonist and help the characters defeat them. Just remember, Have fun with it. You can add pictures, or if you want a real twist, make the characters pop-up in your bedroom/school/house. And yeah, this is basically a fan-fiction. Your imagination is the limit, and keep writing! Nia k

As I watch my favorite show, dreams swirl deep inside me, where I cannot see them yet. I watch the ninja fight for what’s right and stick together through thick and thin. I watch them train with their master and see their bond grow. They see each other as brothers, and now they also have a sister. I watch them save their city, and a wish forms deep in my mind. I wish I could be a ninja. I think about it, as I lie in bed. The thought keeps me awake. I’m about the age of the ninja in my show, but then I think yea, but it’s just a show. You can’t fight, no ninja master is about to teach you, and you don’t even have a team. That last thought stays in my head. The ninja didn’t exactly grow up together, but they act like they did. I don’t have any friends who have been with me that long, since I have moved as much as I did. Being a ninja would still be pretty cool. I think about how the earth really could use a ninja, right now. Then, I remember what I have been told, way too ...

  As I close my eyes, a flood of thoughts fills my head. I roll over sleep. stop thinking, but I can't. All my worries and problems are playing in my head, along with my to-do list. I can't take it. I open my eyes, sit up, and reach for my glass of water. When I close my eyes again, I try to block out my mind, but I can still hear my thoughts whispering to me. So, I try something else. I imagine I'm falling in a bottomless, dark, quiet abyss. My problems don't exist here. I don't have any worries, it's just me and the quiet hum of the abyss walls around me. It's perfectly quiet and as I fall, the world feels distant. Soon enough sleep has me in it's warm,cozy arms. The world doesn't exist anymore, and neither do I. In my head, nothing exists, at least until the dreaded morning when everything will come rushing back, but for now, it's just me and the quiet fuzz of my mind, as I enter the land of dreams.