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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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I see you from across the room
Dancing on an arm that isn’t mine
I burn with envy
And I realize we can’t be seen
I know
the logic
the reasoning
But
I can’t
I can’t bear
to see you
With him
We share glances from across the room
I see the longing we share
The feelings we hide
The butterfly’s in my chest are trying to escape
To sing to you
The things we can’t say
The sweet not...
In twilight’s 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 fate…Death.
One way we will all perish,we will be forgotten we won’t 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 there’s 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...
Isn’t it funny?
One minute, we’re running in circles. We’re happy. The next, we’re falling. Darkness holds us close. No, we never know when it’ll happen— or who it’ll happen to. There’s no way to know until it’s close enough.
Because one minute we’re 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 wasn’t 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...
It’s over, it has to be. The way his eyes look. That shine of pain, the shine of giving up.
“What are you saying?” I ask, my eyes on the floor.
“I’m saying,” he lifts a hand to his neck, “Well I’m saying that.”
I could feel the sting of tears crawling into my eyes, “Just say it!”
My head shoots up to meet his nervous eyes, “Just say it Dae,” I hold back tears my voice cracking, “Just say it.”
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, don’t cry,
this is the last time,
oh what a lie,
why were we even born?
two happy lives, needing to be torn,
it’s not our fault, we did not deserve this,
but isn’t it odd that
we’ve never seen ...
“Princess Madeleine, to what do I owe this pleasure?” 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.
“Oh for the sake of heaven, drop the niceties, Ophelia,” I warned. “Where is Elliot?”
Obviously, I struck a nerve because Ophelia’s face morphed into one of disgust, “I can not seem to find a reason why you...
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