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STORY STARTER
Our fate is sealed and we can do nothing to change it.
Create a story centred around this idea, or including it is as a line of dialogue.
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In twilightâs embrace where shadows sigh,
An angel descended from the vast, open sky.
With wings once adorned in celestial light,
Now tarnished and tattered, he embraced the night.
Cast from heaven for a whispered transgression,
His heart, a storm raging with fierce obsession,
For in the depths where dark rivers flowed,
A demon emerged with a flickering glow.
His laughter like th...
Everyone has the same fate.
Billions of people,all unique and different in all kinds of ways yet we all are destined to the same fateâŠDeath.
One way we will all perish,we will be forgotten we wonât be remembered for the mistake we made or what we didnt do In life.And if we end up ghost we will have regrets.
The real question here is why are we here and how?
RE teaches you thereâs gods but that s...
How does nothing fit into a sentence?
Loss stuffed into swelling syllables
By a white coated man with
God in his words and pain in his eyes.
Nothing to echo round the empty consonants and vowels,
But the agony of his poor widow's howls.
He died at 5:13am at age 50.
Future folded. Once then twice.
Straining against the torn edges
Of the words.
They say the minute hi...
Isnât it funny?
One minute, weâre running in circles. Weâre happy. The next, weâre falling. Darkness holds us close. No, we never know when itâll happenâ or who itâll happen to. Thereâs no way to know until itâs close enough.
Because one minute weâre okay. The next our family is crying over us. Tears are shed and colors are lost. Grey ash is left from the one who left. Sad faces and damp cloths....
I sighed heavily as I closed the heavy oak front door behind me. I was grateful that Celeste was staying with David; as a safety precaution against the hunters. I wasnât up for an interrogation or argument and having the house to myself tonight would be nice; it will give me time to relax and think how to best handle this delicate situation. I need a hot shower and sleep, maybe even a blood bag or...
Itâs over, it has to be. The way his eyes look. That shine of pain, the shine of giving up.
âWhat are you saying?â I ask, my eyes on the floor.
âIâm saying,â he lifts a hand to his neck, âWell Iâm saying that.â
I could feel the sting of tears crawling into my eyes, âJust say it!â
My head shoots up to meet his nervous eyes, âJust say it Dae,â I hold back tears my voice cracking, âJust say it.â
He...
perfect smiles, white lies,
nobody to notice when she cries,
doors slammed, parents mad,
how were they to know
she felt so sad,
cradling her little sister,
she was only there to assist her,
quiet, quiet, donât cry,
this is the last time,
oh what a lie,
why were we even born?
two happy lives, needing to be torn,
itâs not our fault, we did not deserve this,
but isnât it odd that
weâve never seen ...
âPrincess Madeleine, to what do I owe this pleasure?â questioned Princess Ophelia in a sweet tone. I must be interrupted her tea time, seeing the fact that she was sipping tea on the balcony.
âOh for the sake of heaven, drop the niceties, Ophelia,â I warned. âWhere is Elliot?â
Obviously, I struck a nerve because Opheliaâs face morphed into one of disgust, âI can not seem to find a reason why you...
âWhy did you become a Guardian?â
The question, while innocuous, startles Irene. Itâs a question sheâs heard dozens of times before and the answer is always rather bland amongst all of the Guardians. There is the typical answers of wanting to protect the citizens or serve justice to the wrongs of the world. There is the thinly-veiled excuse of craving fame and fortune, or even craving the taste ...
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