Writing Prompt
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The day you've been waiting for has finally arrived...
Writings
The Day You’ve Been Waiting For
You cross your fingers as you unlock the mail box on the first floor of your apartment building. Today is day number sixty three of this ritual, but this is something you have been waiting a life time for. Since the very first time you wrote your name. Of course year parents gave you a complicated name so it took several more months than some of your peers to learn how to spell it correctly. Back ...
nothing just feels
I've been waiting. That doesn't mean I'm ready, though, because when it comes to opening the car door suddenly my fingers become flimsy and uncontrollable. It's like my knuckles have lost their ability to move and my heart has gained that ability to sprint by a hundred times. It's worsened to the point I wouldn't be surprised if someone could hear my heart beat from a mile away.
"Maddie, you have...
Perspective
“The day you’ve been waiting for has finally arrived; you have beaten me. Are you satisfied?”
I looked upon his bloodied face, mangled hands, red-white teeth, and just sighed. I stepped back, the grotesque squelch beneath my feet was like music to my ears, “Yes. Yes, I am.”
“Behind you is a trail of blood and fire and anguish,” he began, coughing up whatever life he had left.
“Yeah, tends to ha...
Camp 19
We finally arrive at the bunker and Leo immediately heads to a desk in the corner. I’m looking around and I’m mesmerized by all of creations and blueprints and designs all over the room.
“Jas, come over here. I have something to show you.”
I walk over to where he is and I look at the desk. It’s a blueprint design of a set of new defenses and weapons they are creating. One labeled “Leo’s design” w...
Emotions Everywhere
Stepping out of the shower with my heart pounding and a slight grin on my face. All I could think about was how long I had waited for this day to come. With a bit of anxiety to go with my excitement I began to wonder if this is the right thing to do. Quickly that thought was forgotten with a new worry of did I forget anything? With my emotions everywhere I couldn’t believe our wedding day was fina...
Returning Home
⚠️Hi! So I’m using characters from a story I started book I started writing. I lost motivation but I still think it’s a great idea. I didn’t get far, but my brain continued to come up with great ideas. If this was apart of the story it would be in the third book. Let me know what you think! Sorry for any mistakes! Thank you for reading I hope you enjoy!⚠️
Charolette walked through the quiet ...
Together Again
We’re here
We made it
The wait is over
We finally made it
We run towards each other as fast as we could
We run into each other
Holding on like we could never let go
We didn’t have to
Now that we’re finally here together
After the longest we’ve ever had to wait
We’re here
My chin rests on her shoulder
Hers on my
Arms around each other
Our hair beginning to soak in the rain
We did it
We’re together ...
You’re… A Wizard?!
“_They followed Professor McGonagall across the flagged stone floor. Harry could hear the drone of hundreds of voices from a doorway to the right - the rest of the school must already be here - but Professor McGonagall showed the first-years into a small empty chamber off the hall,” _I read, reading the passage for what must be the fourth time in a row. Nothing seems to be sticking in my mind as I...
Will I Miss Home?
Finallly !
This is what my thoughts look like today. The day has finally come where I can get away and go to another land. A land far from everyone I know, a land very far from home. Yes I would miss it but truly I can’t wait to go.
I’ve been dreaming of a new start, a change of environment where I can restart my mindset and that day is finally here.
I made fast paced footsteps gliding forward...
All This Time
Flash, flash, flash! twenty different cameras blasting off at the same time cause me to feel like I’m on a marigoldround on a cruise ship. I hop in the back of a suburban to find a bit of solace. I look at pictures of my girls and smile the silence allows me to live in the memory of each photo I gaze upon. Seconds later Like dropping a tray of glass plates the silence disappears “Yea, yea, yea ab...