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Write a scene where a character confesses their (unreturned) love for another.
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I had seen her every day at Dunkin’ when I would get my coffee. She radiated beauty, a joyous spirit. She was about 5’3”, blonde hair, dressed young. She’d say hi to these guys who I knew were dads, spoken for.
And I didn’t think I was good enough.
So I went to my therapist. “There’s a girl at Dunkin I like” I began. I wouldn’t say she was hot as much as she was beautiful. She had a nic...
“Plague…” D starts, but can’t manage to force the rest of his sentence out. His hand is gripping Plague’s sleeved wrist, his black and red eyes glinting with a kind of desperation. Plague is staring at him with their ever-blank gaze, head tilted in confusion.
“What is it?” They ask, stepping closer to D and cupping his face. D’s breath hitches, and it physically _hurts_ to know that Plague doesn’...
The sun is about to set. The sunset reminds me of Sam.
It looks so beautiful and bright and colorful before it's gone.
Remembering him was hard but forgetting him was way more difficult.
"SAM!" I hold my hand to my chest and I look away from the blonde in front of me. My heart was racing now more than ever because I was about to tell him something I wasn't ever going to tell him At the same place...
He continues, “It’s not just that.”
“Then, what is it?” She said with a soft smile. “Just say it.”
“I want to love you, to take care of you, to hold you tight when you’re down, and you won’t let me. Why is that?”
“I’m shocked. Why me though?” She replied as her smile faded.
“You didn’t answer my question.” He stopped in his tracks.
“I can’t let you love me because I wouldn’t be able to lo...
My palms shook like anything.
I was never nervous before, not like this— not ever.
I’m strong and confident and cool, and I could have anything I wanted. I’m the shit. So I didn’t know why I was so anxious, because there was no margin of error.
Nevertheless, I still hunched down, wiping my sweaty palms along the outside of my jeans, sighing.
Reluctantly, I reached into my pocket and pulled out a ...
I’m singing a duet, solo
Making up your part as I go
I can be a tenor if I try
To picture you behind my soprano
I’m singing a duet, solo
Registering both high and low
As seamless as if you were here
Tickling black and white on the piano
I’m singing a duet, solo
Creating notes no one yet knows
Wishing I had a partner to sing with
So my duet wouldn’t feel so
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Chris, watched longingly as Hope strided past, chatting with her best friend Vivi. Hope was literally Chris’ version of an angel. She looked like she had been crafted by Gods, with a smooth, perfectly round face. She was in great physical condition, and she loved softball.
Chris thought they were the perfect match for him. Of course he was a thirteen year old boy was unsure about everything. He th...
My best friend Alex and I were sitting at the party intoxicated, passing a bottle of Jack Daniel’s back and fourth talking about life. He was sitting on the small piece of wood right next to my chair. His face lit up from the fire. he sat slouched over looking more attractive than normal. He looked over at me and smiled “Katie, can I please kiss you¿” At first i’m shocked but then i nod my head sl...
His eyes alone spoke to her, and she turned away in response, ancitipating what was to happen. That pleading look. That desperate shimmer in his eyes. She knew she couldn’t bring herself to meet them.
“No,” she whispered. “Don’t… say anything you’ll regret later.”
“I won’t regret my words,” he said as calmly as possible. “I’ve rehearsed these lines so many times; I can’t just give up now.”
“Even t...
“When did it go from us against the world to you against me?” My voice rang through the empty alleyway.
He stared at me, unfeeling eyes and an icy expression, “Why are we against each other?”
Still no response.
Then, “When I was promised more.”
He said it so simply. So freaking simply. I felt anger burn through my veins as my heart shattered.
“What did they have that I didn’t? What did the...
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