My morality is not that uncommon for some people my age.

I believe the healthcare system should be free, even if you are jobless. I believe that love is love and you should love someone for who they are not what they have between their legs. I believe kids should not be pushed into politics and should not have to worry about being shot when coming to school. I believe that kids should be able to be who they are without judgment from society and their families. I believe people should be able to be who they are without pressure to be someone else from society.I believe that jobs should pay more. I believe that schools shouldn't give homework or standardized tests because it stresses kids too much.

And some uncommon ones (in my opinion):

I believe kids should be able to act like a kid as long as they want. I believe that we shouldn't be adults until the age of 25, as it's when our brains are fully developed. I believe that we should focus on the good things as much as we focus on the bad ones (look at your news). I believe that if you have a mental illness or feel that you need help, that you should be able to get help without question. I believe that if you are sick or injured, you shouldn't have to do work.

To be honest, my morality certainly does not come from my parents. They don't exactly see things on the same page as me, though they do not know that.

My need to be honest and 'good' is what causes me to act morally.

It's hard to describe what's 'immoral'. It's not just black and white. It's just the shades of gray in-between. To one person, it might be moral, but to another, it might be moral. It's more complicated than some people perceive it to be.

The young captain ran through a thicket of trees which presented him with numerous branches, leaves and wild animals-- all imepeding his speed and further panicking him as shots rang in the air and shells landed all over the woods. His breathing was desperate and heavy, dry and hot from a lack of hydration. Once he reached a large mound, he turned and hopped into a trench where his commander was waiting.

"Captain. " The colonel folded his hands together behind him, returning a salute to the lad who had hopped into the trench, out of breath and snapped into attention.

"Colonel, suh. The lines all across the front have been broken as we suspected and I could not find B Company, or C and D. " He began to slowly catch his breath as the colonel lit a cigarette.

"We will all be falling back towards the northern coast soon enough. The Italians and portions of the Turkish armies have already cut us off from southern france, and the French and British forces stationed down there have probably all evacuated to the Spanish border if not captured." He let out a thick puff of white smoke before pursing the cigarette between his lips again.

"Colonel? Yes -- I mean, why tell me? Where is General--" the captain began, but was then interrupted by the colonel.

"There is no more communication. The General hasn't responded to any of our attempts. If you cannot find the rest of our battalion then it is only wise that we try to head north with what is left of us. With the Russian surrender last year, I won't be surprised if 1918 turns out to be the year this war finally ends. I think we all just want that now. " He was being candid with the captain, with a taste of defeat.

"Yes suh. Perhaps. " The captain slid off his helmet and ran his forearm across his damp forehead. In the distance, the shells continued to land, splintering trees, devastating shelters and shaking the earth.

The boy had nothing. No purpose. No knowledge. So, he dedicated his time to finding the source of the voice he had heard. It was all he had. It was all he could do. So, he gave it his full, undivided attention. He wasn't sure what he would do when he found the voice. It depended on what it was. Or who it was, rather. He had trouble imagining another human being in this lonely, desolate place.

As much as he tried to push them to the back of his mind, he couldn't seem to stop contemplating the answers to his ever-growing number of questions. Who was he? How did he get there? Was there someone out there looking for him? Did he have people who cared about him? Would he ever make it back home? Where was home?

He hoped that the voice would help to clear up some of his questions. The boy slipped and fell on the cold, hard rocks which jarred him from his thoughts. Once again paying attention, he fully took in his surroundings for the first time. It was a dreary place. Not one that anyone would ever travel to on purpose. He wondered if the voice was in the same predicament as he. And he was about to find out.

The moaning was growing louder by the second. The boy found himself in front of the large opening to a cave. He didn't know how he had missed it before, but there it was. Feeling a sudden sense of excitement at what seemed to the boy as the beginning of an adventure, he carefully made his first steps inside. He realized that because he remembered nothing of his life, he could be whoever he wanted. He decided he wanted to be brave.

The farther he went into the cave, the more the darkness seemed to be trying to consume him. But he was close. He was sure of it. Then, suddenly, there was a burst of light coming from the far end of the cave. The boy jumped out of its way, pressing his sore back against the wall of the cave. Fire. His curiosity growing, the boy ventured farther still into the cave. He wouldn't allow himself to turn back now.

He heard footsteps moving quickly toward him and pressed his back against the wall again. He wasn't sure he wanted to be seen. The figure came into sight. He was a small man covered from head to toe with shiny metal. For some reason, the boy knew just what he was. A knight.

"Dragon! Dragon!" the knight cried, even though he was unaware there was anyone to hear his cries.

And once he passed, the boy went on. He had never seen a dragon up close as far as he could remember, and the possibility gave him the courage to go on. At last, the boy reached the end of the tunnel. He felt like he had been walking for hours although he had no way of knowing.

The room was filled with treasure. The boy thought of how lucky he was to have one of his first memories consist of something so beautiful. But there was one thing wrong with the picture before him. There was no dragon. Ever since the boy had seen the knight, he had been extra careful about being as quiet as was possible. The effort all seemed to be for nothing now.

He took in all the treasure that he had decided were now his. The boy began pacing around the room, examining pieces that interested him as he went. Then, something in the middle of the room caught his eye. Something that he had overlooked before although he wasn't sure how. There was a body. An old man's body. The boy walked cautiously toward the old man who was face down on the ground. When the boy went to move the man onto his back, he realized the man was still alive.

The man made a loud, horrible moaning noise. The boy had finally found the source of the noise. He had forgotten all about it when he saw the treasure. The man was obviously dying, and the boy couldn't do anything.

After much coughing and many ragged breaths, the old man spoke his last words, and they were directed at the boy. "Finally, someone has come. My time with you will be short, but I know you will be okay. You have been chosen to become the next dragon to protect this place. Good luck," the man said.

And just like that, he was gone.

The boy, confused cried out for the man to not go. He was even more confused now than he had been before. He came into the cave looking for answers, not more questions. He didn't have time to think about this, however, because just moments after the old man died, the boy felt a strange tingling sensation in his hands. He glanced down at them and realized that they were both forming scales and growing at incredible speed. Before long, the boy was a dragon, and everything made sense. He realized that it didn't matter where he had come from. All that mattered was where he was now. He was sure that he was home.

Hello Prose and all its writers!

Yeah, yeah, you’ve seen me bitching recently about the ads inside our posts, but the Prose staff has heard us and are looking into things. So at least some progress is being made. In the meantime, we’ll just adapt for now.

Speaking of meantime, I’ve got a fuck-ton of challenges!

Avengers: Infinity War is hitting theaters on April 27. So I’m declaring the month of April as April Avengers Challenge Month. I’ve got 9 new challenges, all superhero themed in time for the new Marvel film. So get entering and have fun!

P.S. Some of these challenges are specifically Marvel themed, meaning characters from Marvel Comics. So you cannot write about characters like Batman, Superman, and Wonder Woman because they are part of DC comics; and yes, there is a big difference between the two. I understand that not everyone is quite comic book savvy as I am. If you’re unsure about a certain comic book character, please ask me questions through messaging.

GAMING

Prompt: What is the best (or worst) superhero game you’ve ever played?

Word Length: 15-2000

Link: https://theprose.com/challenge/6993

BOOK CLUB

Prompt: What comics do you enjoy reading? Make a list of them.

Word Length: 15-100

Link: https://theprose.com/challenge/6994

LGBT

Prompt: Write about a LGBT superhero.

Word Length: 15-2500

Link: https://theprose.com/challenge/6995

REVIEW 1

Prompt: Of all the MCU (Marvel Cinematic Universe) movies that have been released so far, which on is your absolute favorite? Please check description for specific details.

Word Length: 25-250

Link: https://theprose.com/challenge/6996

REVIEW 2

Prompt: Which characters from the MCU (Marvel Cinematic Universe) are your most favorite, and which ones are you least favorite? Give reasons why.

Word Length: 25-250

Link: https://theprose.com/challenge/6997

COMEDY

Prompt: Tell a superhero joke or two or three; if you know any.

Word Length: 15-50

Link: https://theprose.com/challenge/6998

HORROR

Prompt: We don’t get a lot of superhero horror stories, do we? Let’s change that by writing one yourself.

Word Length: 50-5000

Link: https://theprose.com/challenge/6999

ROMANCE

Prompt: Super date night! Write a scenario where a superhero is on a date.

Word Length: 100-1500

Link: https://theprose.com/challenge/7000

FICTION

Prompt: Which type of super power did you always wish you had. If you suddenly woke up the next morning with those powers, what’s the first thing you would use them for?

Word Length: 15-150

Link: https://theprose.com/challenge/7001

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In the Beginning,

God created the Heavens and the Earth.

the Earth was without Form and Void,

and darkess was over the Face of the Deep.

And the Spirit Of God was hovering

over the face

of the waters.

And God said,

L E T

T H E R E

B E

L I G H T

and there was

Light.

God saw that the Light was good, and He

Separated

the Light

from the Darkness

God called the Light

Day

And the Darkness, He called

Night

And there was Evening

And there was Morning-

The First Day

If you want to be a good Christian, be like Martin Luther King Jr. and Desmond Tutu.

If you want to be a good Jewish person, be like Steven Spielberg and Albert Einstein.

If you want to be a good Muslim, be like Muhammad Ali and Ludovic-Mohamed Zahed.

If you want to be a good atheist, be like Seth Andrews and Ayaan Hirsi Ali.

But overall, be a good person in general.

To everyone.

To the world.

If you go tonight, I hope he brings you back something greater than your suffering.

Because you deserved the world, but life gave you scraps.

And I've watched you crawl and fall for years now that even Sisyphys pitied your efforts.

You used to swear that one day you would soar and kiss the moon,

Then spend the rest of your days dancing amoungst the stars.

But your spirit has been broken, because every time you flew towards the moon,

You would be knocked back down to the cold and unforgiving earth.

Yours is the folly of Icarus, he has cursed you to this fate.

But you were not prideful like him.

You do not deserve to drown in the ocean of his mistake.

And I wish I could lasso you that damn moon myself.

It would be a trophy for each time you kept striving for exellence,

And life punished you for it, for trying to become something better than it defined you.

Many times I wished you'd stop fighting and falling - but not like this, never like this.

I know you'll return to earth once more, just as you were born to it, but I hope,

You are reborn into the stars to shine like you should have been destined to before.

I will curse them with every last breath when you go,

Because only when you give your life to them will their light dance for you.

And each time I see a night sky I will see you shining as you should have always.

I will smile and pity those stars, because they do not deserve you -

And you will outshine them all.

I had a dream

Of you last night

I haven’t seen your face

In a very long time

It was the strangest thing

Before I woke

you turned to walk away

A feeling all too familiar

As I let out a sigh

I whispered to you, goodbye

And behind you

I saw a message

Written

on the concrete tunnel

It’s a shame

You were

a dream

Is what it read

In the morning

I thought to myself

Indeed

It is a shame