Prompt: If only that were true.....
If only that were true.... If only I could see it... If only... If only... You say there is a light You say happiness happens You say there is an end That it will be over soon. If only that were true If only, If only, If only.
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Prompt: I don't pay attention to the world ending. It has ended for me many times and began again in the morning.
"The world is ending" People say "Don't you care?" They question I don't. I no longer pay attention To the world ending. It has ended For me Many times And began again In the morning. It's another double prompt. I love both of them and I hope you do too.
Prompt: Second chances Kevin put his hand over Skye's and gave it a slight, comforting squeeze. She looked over at him and gave him a sad smile. She had no idea how she could have gotten through all of this without him. He had been her rock and her support. She would have drowned in her grief if it hadn't been for Kevin. If Ryan's death had taught her anything, it was that life was too short to waste a single moment, and she had been ridiculous in pushing Kevin away for so long. Maybe, it was time to give Kevin and their relationship a second chance. Prompt: She didn't sob or wail. Her grief was horribly discreet but as persistent and almost as silent as bleeding from an unstitched wound. Felicia's heart broke. She had lost so much. She didn't know how she could ever be free from the pain, the grief, and the sorrow. She broke in silence; remaining strong and steadfast for her people, being the leader they needed, refusing to show just how broken she was. She didn't sob or wail. that wasn't her style. Instead, her grief was horribly discreet, but it was there all the same and was persistent, constantly there, like a gapping wound, flowing out of her as silently as bleeding from an unstitched wound. Prompt: There comes a point where you no longer care if there's a light at the end of the tunnel or not. You're just sick of the tunnel.
The suffocating darkness, Pushes in, Stealing whatever light, Whatever happiness It can find. It's been so long, That the darkness Is overwhelming And there is no escape, It's overwhelming. There comes a point, Where you no longer care If there's a light At the end of the tunnel. You're just sick of the tunnel. It's been awhile since I posted. Here are the 3 prompts we've missed - I know technically it should have been 5, but we kind of skipped 2 days, so it's only 3. I hope you enjoy the 3 prompts.
Prompt: Even though everything went wrong, this is completely right! Jayson held Jenica tightly in his arms. He couldn’t get close enough to her. He couldn’t spend enough time with her. He couldn’t touch her enough. “Even though everything went wrong,” Jayson said, looking lovingly at Jenica, “This is completely right.” Jenica turned and looked at him and smiled. Nothing had gone according to plan, but honestly, she wouldn’t have changed it for the world. Things might have gone completely wrong, but it all turned out so completely right. Prompt: The world’s not safe anymore The world used to be my oyster, My playground It used to be safe. The world’s not safe anymore It’s a nightmare, You can’t wake up from. Prompt: I’ve lost my memory and I don’t know who you are but I just have this feeling that I’m supposed to trust you. / This – but the feeling is absolutely, completely 100% wrong. – Person 1: “I don’t know what it is about you…I just know that I can trust you.” Person 2 – their actual, literal worst enemy: “Excuse me, what?” Cue enemies to friends to lovers speedrun. “Who are you?” Delany asked, looking at Marcus curiously. She couldn’t remember anything. She could barely remember her own name. “Marcus,” Marcus said. Delany nodded her head as if she remembered, but she didn’t, not even close. She had no clue who he was. She had no idea who anyone was. She had absolutely no memory of anything. Yet, she felt in her gut that she could trust the man in front of her. She felt absolutely safe. She knew that he would protect her and care for her. There was nothing to fear with him there. “I may have lost my memory, and I have absolutely no idea who you are, or what it is about you, but I just….I know that I can trust you,” Delany said. Marcus stared at her, wide-eyed. “Excuse me, what?” he asked. He had absolutely no idea why she thought that or felt that way, but it was the furthest thing from the truth. They had absolutely hated each other. They were on opposite sides of this fight. Trusting him was probably the worst thing she could do. Prompt: Introduce a new character who has a secret that no one else can know.
Basically The Portal - go check it out. Prompt: Anxiety for me is.... Before I start, anxiety is a lot of different things for a lot of different people and it doesn't look the same for everyone and honestly it doesn't always look the same in the same person, it just depends on the situation. So here is what anxiety is for ME. What is anxiety for you? Anxiety for me is the feeling that the walls are caving in. It's getting overwhelmed by every day life Where breathing seems an impossible task. It's staring into space Unable to do anything As the voices inside my head Battle things out. It's heart palpitations and pain Stomach issues and headaches. It's cold It's shaking It's too much energy Coursing through me. It's rapid speech And hurried movements It's the feeling of running out of air And running out of time. It's tears and it's numbness. It's vulnerable It's not being able to feel And then drowning All at once. My anxiety isn't just panicked breathing and trembling. Sometimes it's silent Sometimes it's loud Sometimes it's mistaken for being: Social Active Hyper Bubbly Anxiety for me Is me Prompt: Where did you get your hope? What keeps you going through all this?
Where did you get your hope? How do you keep on going? With all the darkness caving in, Where do you find that light? When one foot in front of the other Seems an impossible task. When you're being buried And suffocating. When the world keeps Dragging you under Until you drown. How do you find Your light? How do you keep Moving forward? What keeps you going Through all of this? Prompt: I stopped writing because I was wrong. I was wrong about it all. I thought I could make it beautiful. I thought I could tear myself apart and make a mosaic out of the pieces. I thought the sadness was temporary, that these words could be beautiful when I didn't feel the same. I thought I could have roses without thorns. But no painting turns out pretty when you're using your own blood. And none of this ever occurs to you until you notice it all. Until you're looking at the sunset, you're watching all the colors melt and everything seems calm in that moment. And you feel like you can actually breathe. The stars start to appear and you can feel it in your soul. You feel alive but you still don't want to be. I stopped writing Because I was wrong I was wrong about everything. I thought that I Could make something beautiful. I thought I could Make a mosaic Out of all the pieces I had been torn into. I thought these words could be beautiful. That my roses could lose their thorns. But I realized That I was wrong And nothing turns out pretty When you're using your own blood. It's all wrong It's all a lie One you don't even realize Until you're looking at the sunset And watching all the colors melt Everything seems calm Everything is peaceful And you finally feel Like you can breathe again And the stars appear And you feel it in your soul And in that moment You realize That it's all a lie That it's not poetry And you were wrong Because you feel so alive And still don't want to be Yet feel dead inside And longing to hold on It's all a lie There are no rainbows Or thornless roses No one is coming to save you Prompt: "The Gods work in mysterious ways." / "She fell down the stairs and broke her neck." / "Oh, no, that was me."
"The Gods work in mysterious ways," Marcella shrugged, in a live and let live kind of way. She fully believed that what was meant to be was meant to be and there was nothing anyone could do to change that. It was all part of some great plan, and the Gods carried out their plan in ways that human brains just couldn't comprehend. "She fell down the stairs and broke her neck," Alya said. She never understood Marcella. It wasn't mysterious and it certainly had nothing to do with the Gods. "Oh, no," Frank shrugged, "That was me." Everyone in the room turned to stare at Frank. Did he just admit to Elena's death? Prompt: A tale of karma
Landon’s body trembled with fear as the figure moved closer. He felt the fear his victims had felt as they realized what was about to happen and realized that there would be no escape, no help from the outside. It was just him and the figure, and what was going to happen, would happen, and there was nothing Landon could do to stop it. The figure was on top of Landon. Landon’s eyes widened. He knew he was going to die. The figure wasn’t going to let him off easy. He was going to make it hurt. He was going to make Landon suffer, just as Landon had made all those women suffer. And he was going to enjoy it, every bit as much as Landon had enjoyed it. It was time for Landon’s comeuppance. Prompt: Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was always just red.
Nothing ever ends poetically. We like to think it does, But it doesn’t. When it ends, We turn it into poetry. We turn it into Some beautiful, Something happy, To forget About the pain. But all that blood Was never once beautiful It was always Just red |
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