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STORY STARTER

Submitted by Elowyn

Write a short story that exemplifies how good things can come from a tragedy.

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No one understands

The struggle nor the pain

The thoughts inside my brain


I’m faking it they say

But pain doesn’t mean attention

Because who really wants this


I was ok for a while

I could actually smile

Till that all crumbled down


I dont like to try on clothes

Or stare at my nose

Too long in the mirror


I was confident for a bit

But ultimately it was a skit

Because simple words shattered my g...

Good Things Coming From A Tragedy

Even though bad things

Come, good things can come out of it.


I was walking around south creek; I wasn’t a big fan of going outside, neither was I a happy girl. Nothing surprised me, nothing fazed me. I wasn’t just trying to get through every day.


I didn’t like my parents, and I didn’t like my life. One day I found out that my parents were getting a divorce, here’s how it was handled:


ā€œSweet h...

Sour Milk

You remind me of cold milk on the counter.Ā 

Good at first, when it's right out of the fridge.Ā 

When water beads on the outside of the You remind me of cold milk on the counter.Ā 

Good at first, when it's right out of the fridge.Ā 

When water beads on the outside of the glassĀ 

And creates a ring on the counter.Ā 

But after a little whileĀ 

The milk warms to the same temperature as the room.Ā 

It's not t...

I’m Really Tired.

(TW: sh)

This is a good thing

I am here

And I am happy

I am a

Good

Person

.

I shouldn’t hurt myself anymore

This is a _good_ thing

I am here

And I am… happy

I am a



Good


Person.


But before you can blink

It’s gone

And it was something

I am here now

And I am

I…

Am…


I held it again

I said I fucking wouldn’t

And I held the blade to my skin again

And today I cut over and over I had to force myself...

Janice

Losing my brother was the most

Difficult day of my life.

But it was all okay because then

I married his wife.


Her name is Janice and I pretty sure

That she only married my brother for his dollar bills,

Because she was the only one written in his wills.


Janice and I have been married for a year,

But our relationship is dying, I fear.


I lost my job

And now I am broke,

And can’t even afford to buy...

Love Someone With Medical Issues

Loving someone with medicall issues brings challenges but also brings smiles and joy. It brings challenges and envy and longing. Wishing and watching as other couples enjoy years of being with each other and growing old together. Longing that you too would have all that time to be with your partner. Envy that other couples take their time with each other for granted. But with all that you learn to...

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How Long Though?

We’ve always been taught:

ā€œThings have to get worse for them to get better.ā€

Or

ā€œThe sun is warmer after the rainā€

Or something similar to that.

What they don’t mention is that the good part is often cut short and is never fulfilling enough to compensate for the darkness.


The darkness lasts to long.

When do I give up?

Does it ever stop?

I can’t fight for the rest of my life. This isn’t living.

Y...

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I And The Canvas.

I was never much a writer.


Ranting descriptions, laying out complex details, writing a universe in those pages.


It didn’t appeal me.


For in my mind, there was no world, no universe.


It was simply pitch black, a canvas that I could not see, nor the art.


So when I was pushed upon writing,


I didn’t want to choose anything to do with it.


I was simply a lizard that just wanted to bask.


B...

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Once upon a time

Life was filled with

Wonder and magic


Once upon a time

Bedtime tales of fairies, mermaids,

And princess with their prince


Once upon a time

Dressing up with tutus, tiaras,

Fairy wings, and ā€˜magic’ wands


Once upon a time

There was nothing to

Be afraid of


Once upon a time

I experienced a child like

Faith, oh so pure


Once upo...

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I’m dead


How is a question I can’t seem to answer.

I wander between the land of the living and dead, searching for something that I can’t seem to put into words.

An abstract feeling of warmth in my heart.

Gentle hands.

A dimpled smile.

A voice following me like a moth to a flame amidst the valleys of undead


_ā€œCome back to me, my loveā€ _


_Memories of a young man sipping on coffee beneath the...