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Writing Prompt

STORY STARTER

Inspired by Acrylic Black

In a world where soulmates exist, yours lives in a different time period.

Will your character resign themselves to solitude, look for a way to travel through time, or love their soulmate through memoirs and stories?

Writings

Love from the Past

Everyday I see his name scrawled on my skin. Everyday I am reminded of the love that should have been mine. Soulmates were a beautiful thing until they weren’t. Soulmates sperated by galaxies or by decades of time. The unlucky few who end up with those soulmates are destined to suffer and love them only through memories.

Those lonley souls have been searching for ways to travel through time a...

Death a Little Too Soon

139 feet.


I was so close. The magical ink on my hand told me where to go. I kept walking. Maybe he was looking for me too? My heart beating faster. I kept my eyes on the changing numbers on my hand.


55 feet

54 feet

53 feet

52 feet


I started running. Keeping my eyes on the blur of numbers. I was incredibly close. Compared to last week. When my wrist read, “9,349,035, feet” All my friends had the...

Crossing Paths

Hannah suddenly woke up drenched in sweat, her heart racing. It all seemed so real to her, but also like it was a dream. It was dark out, so she looked at her alarm clock. It read 4:30. She walked to the kitchen for a glass of water, drinking it while standing at the kitchen sink, looking out to the rolling fields beyond the fence.


The moon was nearly full and she could see the low lying mist bl...

What the hell am I doing?

I know I shouldn’t want this because it goes against every single rule in the rule book. And yeah, I’m not the kind of guy that follows the law to the letter, but when you’re literally breaking every single law, maybe it’s time to take a step back and ask - what the hell am I doing?


What the hell am I doing?


Well, since you asked, I’ll tell you. I’m falling in love with a boy from the past, whic...

Rift

Every night, I close my eyes to pay my soulmate a visit in his otherworldly garden. Some nights, I find him pensive and perched on a stone bench near the center fountain. On other nights, he’s trimming and clipping bushes along the great stone walls at the garden’s perimeter. Once, I found him sweetly sleeping under the strong thick elm tree branches wrapped in a wool blanket. We speak to each oth...

30 Years

Not a thousand years, not lifetimes

Between you and I. Just 30 years

And I see you

As a teacher instead of a partner,

as embers instead of a fire.

All that passion you felt

Ages ago, will never be spent on me.

The fire that lit in your eyes then

Won’t even smolder for me.

No amount of shared joys or grief

Quiet conversations or dinners

Will rekindle it

or span the gap of a generation

Much less an...

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Love Land

When In Love

Two People See And Feel

Each Others Spirit

Also Life Will Bring A Tremendous Thrill

No Matter What Happens

Trials Will Come But Shall Pass

As Long As The Love Between Two Is Honest And ForReal

It’s Best To Believe That

Nothing Will Stop Whatever Love Will Build


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Waiting For You

Eloise Gardner.


That is the name that popped up on my phone the second it turned midnight tonight. My eighteenth birthday.


Traditionally, when one officially becomes an adult (by law, at least), they receive the first and last name of their designated soulmate, who can reside anywhere in the world.


I, unfortunately, have never met an Eloise Gardner in my life, so I don't even know where to begi...

Soulmates

When Tim was seven years old he discovered who his soulmate was. He only discovered this because he was reading a children’s book based off of real events and one of the characters’ name glowed. It was the day he found out the name of his life partner and the day he connected the dots and discovered that his soulmate was long dead.


Tim cried for hours before settling down and hiding his vulnerab...

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Blue Eyes

The first time I saw him, we were twelve and I was asleep.

He was beautiful, though not in a standard way— more ‘pretty’ than ‘handsome’, really, beautiful in the way a fish ought to be beautiful. He had blue eyes.

When he spoke for the first time, he spoke like they speak in a dream— the sounds were like English, the accent was right, but the words had no meaning that I could discern.

I’d always...