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STORY STARTER
Write a romantic scene from the perspective of a bystander who has no idea of the character's backstory.
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Crossing through the line of traffic that day was the best worst decision I’d ever made. My eyes met a divine queen who was seated at the front seat of her black Porsche or in other words, her throne. I stopped and glanced at her for three seconds hoping she’d recognize me but she payed no mind. I didn’t know this woman but I can tell you everything from looking at her. She had the most translucen...
I watch as they walk toward the perfect, saturated sunset, hands linked. He spins her around; she laughs as her soft white dress billows out around her. A smile twitches at the corner of his mouth as she kisses his cheek.
It’s funny, I think, how everyone says that love like theirs is special, one-of-a-kind, though it seems to happen all the time to other people. As a wedding photographer, I’v...
It was a bad time
But we always got through
And i remembered to say I love you
But maybe now I am too late
Maybe now Im not ok
Never wanted to say goodbye
Never understood why
See your face in every place
There’s dead flowers in the vas
Never thought you would leave
Never thought it would be me
Who do i talk to about these things
Watching happy people with new wedding rings
I don’t even know ...
I stop
They dance in the street
He can’t take his eyes off her
Sucked in by her presence
Could someone ever look at me that way?
Tears
A shattered mirror of reflection
I continue my stroll
The sound of their footsteps fade
Out of sight and out of mind
For nothing is more lonely
Than watching others fall in love…...
The hotel bar was class personified; shiny brass features, sleek leather seats, soft, low lighting. I sipped my tequila soda, the condensation on it running down the length of the crystal whiskey glass, gently landing on my laptop keyboard.
The allure of the soft jazz music and enjoyable atmosphere had been too much to resist when I had returned, exhausted, from the end of a long day of conferen...
I watched as a new person stepped onto the stage. The music started as she sang karaoke, it didn’t sound particularly lovely.
I noticed a girl, probably fourteen or fifteen, walking down the row of chairs toward me. Well, I thought toward me. She was walking behind my chair toward our parish’s group.
The girl immediately started to sing and dance with the others. Her voice was a little pitchy an...
Here I was buyin some fruit for the week when I spot a couple kissin by the big tree in town square. There’s a legend that if you kiss under that tree you’ll be together forever, how sweet.
The two look like they’ve seen things, the man had some huge scars on his face and looked partly blind from some explosion. The shorter girl had a cybernetic right leg from her knee down and her hair was slight...
The café buzzed with the usual morning chatter, the clinking of cups, and the soft hum of conversation. I sat by the window, nursing a cappuccino and watching the world go by. That's when I noticed them.
They were seated at a small table in the corner, a man and a woman, lost in their own world. She had a laugh that seemed to light up the room, and he watched her with a tenderness that was palpab...
I like the way you kiss me
Cherry chapstick on your lips
I like the way you taste
Refreshing like peppermint
I like the way you say my name
How you write it down on everything
Your journal speaks volumes about us
Like the way you hold me
Tight in your arms
Safe enough to melt
Like butter popcorn,
lightly salted with a hint of cheese
You are my favorite movie
Keep all the action and hold the dr...
I’d been in hospital, but I didn’t know why. My parents told me I’d had a fall and had gone into a coma. All I remember from my trip was seeing God, and I had wings. There was a boy, he told me, that was waiting for me. With me everyday, holding my hand. But why don’t I remember?
I walked out of my apartment and down the sunny sidewalk of Cornwall. I felt weird, like I’d been reborn but my soul w...
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