C. C. Harper - Author

  In today’s midweek prompt - which you may freely consider slightly lengthy for a writing prompt - we’re going back to an urban fantasy setting, to the witches, the magic and the supernatural.   So here it goes: In the heart of a neon-lit metropolis, where the dazzling glow of modernity gleams against the backdrop of age-old secrets, a forgotten coven stirs from its century-long slumber. The city, a fusion of towering skyscrapers and dark alleyways, hums with an energy that pulses just beneath its surface. Ancient magic, once cloaked in shadow and silence, begins to seep into the streets, awakening forces long thought to be extinct.  Here, amidst the chaos of honking cars and flickering streetlights, you find yourself entangled in a web woven from the threads of your ancestry. You are a witch, a proud descendant of the Forsaken Coven—a group banished from the magical realm for daring to summon powers deemed too dangerous for mortal hands. Until recently, your life h...

  Downtown, where the concrete jungle mingles with the urban canvas, a graffiti artist stands out from the rest. Known as Cipher, he maneuvers the spray can with the finesse of a magician, turning drab walls into vivid masterpieces teeming with vitality. However, beneath Cipher's remarkable skill lies a sinister secret.  Unbeknownst to him, his creations possess a force beyond his imagination. With each artistic gesture, his pieces leap from their confines, bursting into existence with a will of their own. Initially enchanted by his newfound power, Cipher luxuriates in the wonder and praise bestowed upon his artistry. Yet, his creations soon break free from his control, causing chaos in the city streets with wild abandon. As anarchy sweeps through the urban landscape, Cipher confronts the grim reality behind his artwork.  Plagued by remorse and shadowed by his troubled history, he must discover a method to tame the unleashed power before it obliterates all he cherishes. A...

  In the savage belly of the city, where neon demons shy away from the shadows, sprawls the Obsidian Market. A mysterious realm muttered about in clandestine whispers, reserved for the shrewd and the fearless few. Among the sinuous alleys and veiled corridors, fantastical entities and nocturnal creatures gather like moths to a flame, drawn by the seductive pull of contraband and enigmas powerful enough to reshape destiny itself. This domain is a shadowy maze of secrets and whispers, where loyalties shift like the wind and danger lurks in the dark, ready to strike from the depths.  Amidst the howling chaos of the market, a young thief known only as Ash slinks like a phantom through the shadows, his footsteps whispering against the cold cobblestone streets. With fingers quick as lightning and a mind racing at the speed of light, Ash dances through the twisted alleys and dark corners, his gaze locked on a treasure that promises riches beyond the grasp of mortals. His prey: a priz...