Writing Prompt
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Choose one colour and make it a central theme of your story. Use it symbolically, literally, or creatively throughout the narrative.
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**Chapter 5******
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Davian
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Even after I’m out of those hissing doors, and the painful doctor smell fades, I still find myself running. My lungs burn, my muscles beg for just one tiny break, and my heart . . . I don’t think I deserve to feel it thrashing in my chest. But I do, I feel my heart, I feel the burn of my lungs, and I feel my legs. Running. Existing. Alive.
I start to s...
**Chapter 4******
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Davian
_I’m sorry_. I can’t stop thinking about last night. Hearing Tommy and Allie’s voices, hearing the honest truth that rung in them. They meant what they said.
And that’s why I’m here. Why I’m walking through the cool, dark morning hugging Dad’s leather jacket around my body. There’s someone out there in the world, someone who needs to hear those two words. Even if ...
**Chapter 3******
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Davian
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Nothing was alright. I don’t even remember how I got out of the truck and into my bed. I don’t remember falling asleep, I don’t remember waking up. All I remember is the scraping sound of my car colliding with another, all I remember is the smell of coppery blood floating all around me. The part that scares me the most is that blood wasn’t just mine, it wa...
**Chapter 2**
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Davian
I gasp, fear rushing through my veins as I open my eyes. My hands tremble as search for the buckle. I need to get out of here.
I find the buckle, my shaking fingers pressing it down multiple times, before I’m able to break free of the tight belt that’s squeezing my chest.
I force the white bag, that’s exploded in front of me, out of my way, trying to see what’s happe...
**Chapter 1**
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Davian
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I’ve been told a lot of things in life. By a lot of different people. Some I knew, others were strangers. Still I listened, even when all the words I heard were breaking me down . I became aware of the fact that I was either enough or nothing at all.
It’s so stupid honestly. What boy my age ever listens to the people around him? I’m supposed to sneak out my window...
Everything was red.
Well, technically not EVERYTHING that would be ridiculous…
… but everything that mattered was red.
It was always my favorite color. I never knew why I was drawn to it, but it always made me happy.
It was the color of my mother’s favorite lipstick.
It was the color of my most comforting teddy.
It was the color of my prettiest dress.
It got to the point where I wanted eve...
I find myself seeing it everywhere. In the sky, the birds, the water, and even in the own emotions of the people around me.
Blue is everywhere, even in my own name.
“Blue!” My brother calls me to his room for the third time in the past hour. My real name is Raquella, but nobody wants to say that, so I go my middle name instead—Blue. The same shade as the sky on the day I was born. You’ll never ...
Red is blood
Red is roses
Red is fire
Red is Christmas
Red is death
Red is love
Red is me.
I have been through red.
My skinned knee on a summer day
My backyards roses
My state has had flames
My present wrapped
My grandpy and grandpa
My friends
My hair
But I won't let red define me.
And neither should you.
So stop cutting yourself
So stop pricking your finger
So stop letting ...
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