Prompt; You can do it. I know you can.
Prompt: Can I though? "Come on," Hunter urged, "You can do it. I know you can." Carrie bit her lip to keep from crying out in pain. "Can I though?" she gasped as she stumbled once again. "You've got this," he said, reaching out and grabbing her before she could fall, "It just takes some time."
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Prompt: Today I heard the voices of millions of women crying out. Followed by the silence of millions of men.
You say you want to protect women and children, But it’s all a lie. You don’t want to protect us. You want to control us. You want to manipulate us; Use us. If you wanted to protect us, Give us a choice, Give us a voice. Empower us. Support us. Your protection by keeping us silent, Keeping us vulnerable, Isn’t protection, It’s abuse. Today I heard the voices Of millions of women Crying out. Followed by the silence Of millions of men. You didn’t speak up. You didn’t say anything. Because you don’t want to protect us. You don’t want to keep us safe. You want power, And you can’t stand anyone having The same power you do Because you’re scared. Scared because you know you. You know how you’ve tortured, demeaned, raped, and killed Those with less power. You’re scared that without that imbalance, Those you have kept under Will do exactly the same thing to you. You keep us quiet Because you fear our voice. You fear what YOU would do. You don’t realize not everyone is like you. Not everyone enjoys others misery. We want equality. We want a voice. We want a choice. We want you to stand up for our equality. Millions of women cried out. Millions of men were silent. You don’t want to protect us. If you did, You wouldn’t be silent. If you want to protect us, Empower us. Prompt: We did it!
The war was over! Or at least the battle was. They were going to be just fine. Aiden, Allen, and she had managed to pass this last test with flying colors! They were ready to take on the world! "We did it!" Carrie exclaimed, jumping up and down in her excitement. Allen smiled indulgingly at his sister. Hey everyone! I won't be doing any posting this week. I will be back next Monday - or let's say Tuesday, just to be on the safe side of things :p. So here are the last two prompts before I go incommunicado for the next week.
Prompt: "That is a terrible, horrible, incredibly foolish idea. Let's do it and see what happens." Prompt: Going on an adventure. Aaron looked over at Aiden. "That is a terrible, horrible, incredibly foolish idea," Aaron said, staring at his friend incredulously. "Let's do it," Aiden said with a grin on his face, "And see what happens.' It would be a terrific adventure. Prompt: The narcissist’s sigh
My stomach drops as I hear the sound of a car pulling up. The door slams shut. I hold my breath as I hear the footsteps coming up to the door. The whole air around me suddenly becomes suffocating. It’s so thick it chokes me. Everything inside drops as the weight of the air crushes me. He steps inside and the air becomes even thicker, if that’s possible. I can’t breathe. He lets out a sigh. I cringe. I hate that sound. That passive-aggressive, I’m so put upon, you never do anything right, sigh. It’s enough to make my skin crawl. It’s the sound of a narcissist. Prompt: sometimes the hero stumbles and falls right off the page, sometimes the princess rolls her eyes and says “I don’t want to be saved.” Sometimes the dragon needs rescuing and the villain aches to be helped. Sometimes, in the darkness, the lost boy finds himself. Sometimes the prince is cunning, and not at all what he seemed. Sometimes the witch’s kindness shows it’s she who deserves o be queen. Sometimes we shouldn’t define people by someone else’s point of view just because it’s what we’ve been told, doesn’t make it true.
Everyone has an image inside their head Of what should be Of how things are. But sometimes, it’s nothing more than a myth. Sometimes, the hero stumbles. Sometimes they fall right off the page. Breaking to pieces Unable to be pieced back together. Sometimes the princess rolls her eyes. Sometimes she says “I don’t want to be saved.” Sometimes, she can save herself. Sometimes it’s the dragon That needs someone to come rescue them. Sometimes the villain, Needs a helping hand. Sometimes, the lost boy finds himself. Sometimes the prince is cunning. Neither is what they appear. Sometimes the witch is kind. Maybe, Before we define others, We should take a step back, And really look. Sometimes we shouldn’t define people By someone else’s point of view Just because it’s what we’ve been told Doesn’t make it true. Prompt: Your character receives a surprise invitation Livianna stared at the piece of paper in her hand. She couldn’t wrap her mind around what she was reading. Her mind was stuck on stupid. The words didn’t look like anything she had ever seen before, in another language. “Are you alright?” Jessamy asked. She knelt in front of Livianna, looking at her with concern. Livianna couldn’t talk. She simply handed her friend the piece of paper she had been staring at, unable to truly comprehend what was going on. "I'm sorry honey," Jessamy sighed and wrapped her arms around her friend. She had seen this coming, but had been hoping and praying that it wouldn't come to this. She had thought they had been perfect for each other, and it crushed her soul to realize that she had been wrong. The wedding invite was proof that love didn't really exist. Prompt: Pick a song (you can choose or put it on shuffle) to make a villain's theme song.
I have a weird and varying collection of music on my Spotify account. I wasn't sure what song would be best for a villain's theme song....so I went to Spotify and shuffled it. The song I got was.....Matchmaker! From Fiddler on the Roof. I'm dying! But I can see it. Those matchmakers man....they can be the true villains of the story. Setting people up, trying to marry people off, talk about villains. I always hated the phrase, 'what doesn't kill you makes you stronger.' It's a terrible phrase. It only served to make me feel worse. Some things don't make you stronger, they make you bleed.
Prompt: They say, “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.”….I don’t agree. Some things that didn’t kill me, came so close that they’re still damaging. They didn’t make me better. Some things made me worse. And can’t that be ok too? Can’t some things just break you? This whole world wants you to believe that admitting defeat makes you weak. For God’s sake, bleed. And bleed openly. There can be pride in vulnerability. Honesty is maturity. And really, it’s the things that did kill me, that made me. “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.” The phrase bounces around and around my head. “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.” I disagree. A lot of things didn’t kill me, But they certainly didn’t make me better. They didn’t make me stronger. They destroyed me. They damaged me. They ripped me into pieces And spat me back out, Leaving a mashed up mess in the place of a soul. They nearly killed me. Damaged me beyond repair. Beyond recognition even. Made me weak, not strong. Why isn’t that okay? Why does everything have to have a silver lining? Why does everything have to make me stronger? Why does everything have to be okay? Why can’t my mess be okay? Why can’t it be okay To not be okay? Why can’t I bleed? No one wants to see The mess it left behind, The mess that never truly gets picked up. The weakness that it creates. But putting on a façade, Hiding it away and pretending it made you strong Only serves to make more of a mess Leaves more blood than before. What didn’t kill me, Didn’t make me stronger. It left a mess A mess I’m still cleaning up, one that can never truly be cleaned. It didn’t kill me, Though I wish it had. Prompt: "Honestly, you think they would lock the doors in a dungeon."
Aiden laughed as he walked into the dungeon. This was too easy. "Honestly," he said as he continued to laugh, "You think they would lock the doors in a dungeon." The door slammed shut, disappearing as it did so. Prompt; "My life is over!" / "Because of a hat?" (You can change hat to whatever you want)
Prompt: That's a nope spider and the only way to get rid of them is to burn the house and salt the earth. "My life is over!" Ryan wailed as the cookie dropped from her hands and onto the ground, breaking into pieces. Aaron raced into the living room, his gun drawn, ready to take on anyone who dared to hurt his conning team. "What's wrong?" Aaron asked, sizing up the situation and not finding anything of concern. "My life is over," Ryan said again, gesturing to her broken cookie. "Because of a cookie?" Aaron asked slowly, as if trying to process exactly what Ryan was trying to tell him. "No," Ryan said haughtily. At that moment a spider raced across her cookie, causing her to once again squeal in fear, and jump onto a nearby chair. "Because of the spider," Ryan said, pointing at the spider that was no bigger than one of the cookie crumbs. "Because of a spider?" Aaron asked, raising his eyebrow curiously. He walked over to it, and nudged it slightly with the tip of his shoe. "Because that's a nope spider," Ryan said, visibly shaking. "A nope spider?" Aaron continued to ask stupidly. "Yes!" Ryan said, "It's a nope spider and the only way to get rid of it is to burn the house down and salt the earth!" Aaron rolled his eyes and stepped on the spider, ending its life. "It's all gone," Aaron said. "No," Ryan shook her head, "It'll bring others. We need to burn the house down and then salt the earth!" Aaron took a deep breath as he struggled to deal with Ryan's antics. |
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