Writing Prompt
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STORY STARTER
Inspired by Kathy
Write a story about someone's fall from grace.
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(The other parts are in my bookmarked section, sorry again this took so long, the next part should be sooner? No promises though lol. And thank you Jewelie Rain for the name suggestions!)
I still can’t process this. I don’t know how to process this. There are two mages and five people with wings.
And it turns out, the broken down shack was actually an illusion by the mages! It’s basically a cast...
What am I supposed to say
I tell myself it’s okay,
I tell myself not to compare,
But what I can observe
I compare myself too.
I can’t fight a reflex.
I couldn’t keep myself from running from a bear.
I can’t keep myself from comparing myself
to every person I hold dear.
I hate this dance.
I know every step.
I know the accompanying music,
An annoying manufactured track.
I’m not quite sure who made...
“look at us” she said
i’ve heard it countless times
unbelievable truths can’t spill
out of the confines of rhymes
“our reputation precedes us”
and that at least is true
because who would think the good girls
could have ever done this to you?
but i am sick of relying upon
my carefully crafted good name
doesn’t the world have the right to know
i share in the sinners’ shame?
with a sickening smil...
It
feels
good
to
fall
Or maybe it doesn’t
I don’t know
But what I do know is
It’s a relief to not be climbing
To not be reaching
To not be trying to prove that I deserved to be there in the first place
The verdict is in
I don’t
And now I’m free
To do nothing
To be nothing
To amount to nothing
Isn’t that something?
I can finally turn off
Stare at the wall and love it
Because n...
I don’t know what I want right now.
I don’t like that.
I feel happy (mostly),
But I feel aimless,
Which means that the happiness won’t last,
Or that it’s not good for me to have it.
I talked to my therapist.
She said that it’s normal.
But I’m worried that with self compassion
I’ll stop doing certain things entirely,
Like reading.
Reading.
It’s not supposed to be the center of my world
I like doing...
(sorry this took so long to come out! You can find the other parts in my bookmarked section while the series is still unfinished.)
“It’s not a good idea, you know they’re a bit insane!”
“They might know something, it’s like their whole job! Also only some of them are insane.” The boy snaps back.
My eyes fly open and I see the girl and the boy. In the room. A faint waft of something being baked ...
Maybe there are some things I have to accept.
One place that I can’t be the best.
But I try.
I really try.
And shouldn’t the world match my effort?
The universe meet me half way?
If only things worked that way.
If only we could get by on effort.
No.
I was a talented kid,
But the expectations got higher
And the talent faded
And my efforts were not enough.
I can’t be good at the things I like.
Excep...
i used to think you were perfect
ha
don’t worry
i know now
you loved me
you said you loved me and i belived it
i still believe you did, at some point
but when did it stop
when did it become her rather than me
i joke that you are
“moving your way through the friend group”
but i’m not wrong, am i
because it was me for a while
but then it was her and she clung to your hand like i used to clin...
He used to be great, respected, and wanted.
Or was it his mother who made him think that…
She used him for evil plots and schemes.
“It was the way of the world.”
Betraying everone he knew and love...
Never knowing why or what his mother wanted from them.
She could break him. At any moment.
That’s what she did.
So the helpless naive Zane fell...
Down... Down.. Down.
To save his sister
...
“Do you have anything to say in your defense?”
I stare up from beneath my lashes at the man in front of me. Even on my knees, he barely stands taller. I let him feel every modicum of my disdain, my lack of fear in his paltry presence.
I smile sweetly up at him as I say, “Please go fuck yourself.”
His face mottles a deep purplish red; a man who clearly believed a woman’s best feature was her d...
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