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DBlair replied...
Apr. 12, 2011 at 8:34 pm

Wait, is this a person, or and animal? I can't decide, because if its an animal, i wouldn't know what type it would be. But if it was a person, why would they live in a shed?

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Apr. 23, 2011 at 9:29 pm

heres a promt: inside the box with the big red bow.....

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happyboat replied...
Apr. 24, 2011 at 5:11 pm

sorry i put this in the wrong place

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bbeast replied...
Apr. 29, 2011 at 11:09 am

Hey, Moderator. I think it would be really cool if there was like a theme of the day that people could write about. If anyone felt like writing, but they couldn't think of anything, they could just look here. I don't know. It's a thought.

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writergirl663 replied...
Jun. 8, 2011 at 12:18 pm

A girl

A boy

She shoves him into the lockers

With tears running down his face

Though he tries to hold them back

I will treat you as you treat me!

He yells

Once I have the chance!

And several weeks later

He has the chance

She is walking down the hall with tears in her eyes

She is unnoticing of the world around her

But a pang hits his heart

And the arms about to hit her wrap around her

Is something wrong? He asks

I’m here for you

Thank you, she whispers

 

Moral: Don’t fight fire with fire

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writeamongthestars replied...
Jun. 28, 2011 at 5:24 pm

Hey, I like that idea! About the theme of the day, I mean. I'm not sure how it would work exactly, but that would be cool to have.

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webweaver96 replied...
Jul. 14, 2011 at 6:51 pm

I love this. :D

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wordjunkie replied...
Aug. 31, 2011 at 8:09 pm

I took the first plastic bottle, filled it gently with liquid. The tap water ran like a silk string into it's open mouth and I contemplatively filled it exactly to the edge. There could be no difference between the water levels, or I'd know. I'd realize before I got it done. I wondered, as I capped the bottle, why I couldn't use a knife, or just drink the poisen on it's own. The answer was blatantly simple, I was a coward. I'ts why I was doing this in the first place. I set it on the counter next to me, next to the other four I'd already filled. Now for the last one. I turned to the cabinet behind me, the one in the kitchen where the cleaning supplies were kept. I looked around for the clear carpet cleaner and sprinkled it into the bottle. The water swirled into the bottle and soon I couldn't tell the difference between it, the fateful sixth bottle, and the other five. I capped it, my hands shaking slightly, and placed it with the others. Then I closed my eyes, found the bottles with my fingers, and mixed them up.  When I opened my eyes I could not have told you, to save my own life (as if I cared), which bottle had the end of my pain swirling inside it. What had happened to me, to make me do this? I simply crushed that question in my head, willing myself not to think about it. But to get the first bottle down, I had to. I thought about her cruel smile, her little jokes, the way she pretended we were friends then took my secrets and quietly spread them with a sneer. The way she looked at me each day, like dirt, like I was something vile she had to rid the world of. And it went down. The second was a bit harder. I pushed myself, forced myself to think of the nights crying alone, I thought about the way he looked at her, and then the way he looked at me. The way I could never tell him how I felt, how they'd both laugh, I was sure of it.  And it slid quietly down. Then I picked up the third. My phone beeped, informing me of a message. In my trance-like depression, at first I didn't notice it. Then I didn't care. But something about it drew me to it. I flipped open my phone. Written simply there, under his number, was, "We talk a lot, but we never hang out. Are you free saturday? Text back plz i miss you :P"  I started crying, first lightly, then torrentially until my face was smeared with the makeup that I layered on to hide my everyday shame. I sat there, alone and sobbing, then I slowly walked to the trash can and threw the last four bottles away. It took two days for me to realise exactly what I'd almost done. On the bus home from school, when it hit me, I started laughing, loudly. I could'nt believe my luck. She called me a freak, but I just smiled, because his number was lighting up my screen . The simplest things can be so beautiful.

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wordjunkie replied...
Aug. 31, 2011 at 8:09 pm

Whoops, didn't format it correctly.

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wordjunkie replied...
Aug. 31, 2011 at 8:12 pm

I took the first plastic bottle, filled it gently with liquid. The tap water ran like a silk string into it's open mouth and I contemplatively filled it exactly to the edge. There could be no difference between the water levels, or I'd know. I'd realize before I got it done.

   I wondered, as I capped the bottle, why I couldn't use a knife, or just drink the poisen on it's own. The answer was blatantly simple, I was a coward. I'ts why I was doing this in the first place. I set it on the counter next to me, next to the other four I'd already filled. Now for the last one.

   I turned to the cabinet behind me, the one in the kitchen where the cleaning supplies were kept. I looked around for the clear carpet cleaner and sprinkled it into the bottle. The water swirled into the bottle and soon I couldn't tell the difference between it, the fateful sixth bottle, and the other five.

   I capped it, my hands shaking slightly, and placed it with the others. Then I closed my eyes, found the bottles with my fingers, and mixed them up.  When I opened my eyes I could not have told you, to save my own life (as if I cared), which bottle had the end of my pain swirling inside it.

   What had happened to me, to make me do this? I was not that kind of girl... I simply crushed that thought in my head, willing myself not to think about it. But to get the first bottle down, I had to. I thought about her cruel smile, her little jokes, the way she pretended we were friends then took my secrets and quietly spread them with a sneer. The way she looked at me each day on the bus, like dirt, like I was something vile she had to rid the world of. And it went down. The second was a bit harder. I pushed myself, forced myself to think of the nights crying alone, I thought about the way he looked at her, and then the way he looked at me. The way I could never tell him how I felt, how they'd both laugh, I was sure of it.  And it slid quietly down. Then I picked up the third. My phone beeped, informing me of a message. In my trance-like depression, at first I didn't notice it. Then I didn't care. But something about it drew me to it. I flipped open my phone. Written simply there, under his number, was, "We talk a lot, but we never hang out. Are you free saturday? Text back plz i miss you :P"  I started crying, first lightly, then torrentially until my face was smeared with the makeup that I layered on to hide my everyday shame. I sat there, alone and sobbing, then I slowly walked to the trash can and threw the last four bottles away. It took two days for me to realise exactly what I'd almost done. On the bus home from school, when it hit me, I started laughing, loudly. I could'nt believe my luck. She called me a freak, but I just smiled, because his number was lighting up my screen . The simplest things can be so beautiful.

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wordjunkie replied...
Aug. 31, 2011 at 8:13 pm

Blegh it just won't format! Whatever. sorry

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MorgannAmelia replied...
Sept. 2, 2011 at 10:25 pm

While I agree that this is an amazing idea (the prompts). I'd like to suggest a forum just for prompts, something writers could use to get the juices flowing, or even spout off random idea they know they'll never get on paper.

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ox.Alia.xo replied...
Sept. 25, 2011 at 3:10 pm

This is my favorite one :D

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Wildfire06 replied...
Oct. 4, 2011 at 4:51 pm

"I HATE YOU!" she screamed at mother fox. 

The cub had gone and rolled all in mud after her mother had just spent hours grooming her. The cub knew she had done wrong but continued to fight her mother. She was sent to her room for misbehaving. Fuming the cub hatched a plot, she would run away so she would never have to wash and could play and role in mud all she wanted.

Cub packed  a bag and snuck out during the night. Her first day of freedom was amazing, she played and ran and got dirtier than ever before, soon it began to get dark... she could here all the night animals waking up and she grew scared. She had nowhere to go and she wanted her mum. Her body was itching from the layer of grime in her fur and she was sure the night predators could smell it.

Suddenley from behing a large paw grabbed her tail, she cried for her mum, wanting her to save her but her mum hadn't even come for her. She was dragged back to a den and she landed with a thump in a large tub of hot water. Its going to cook me she thought. She turned to examine her captor.

"Thats better, now lets get you cleaned up and don't you go wandering off like that again!" Said mother fox. Her mom had come for her, she was a very lucky cub.

 

The moral of the story is you shoul appreciate your parents and abide by their rules and not to run off before your ready.

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Wildfire06 replied...
Oct. 4, 2011 at 4:54 pm

this is amazing, you have a ral talent x

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CautionwetPaint replied...
Oct. 10, 2011 at 7:46 pm

There sat a girl who once was whole, alone and afraid on the couch. She divuldged herself into the lives of characters on sitcoms because their lives were better then hers . . .

She went to school like most normal kids, and then came home like most normal kids. However she was so far away from everyone else. The kids on her street, and at school had no clue of other, yet they treated her just the same. They pushed her away, giving her a brutally incorrect reputation, laughing at her, calling her mean names. 

"You're life is a fail!" one of them called anually. "If you died no one would care!" The girl clang to them, as brutal as they were, for they were her only company. For years she did so, crying herself to sleep everynight. No one in her life wanted her company, and they did just to beat her. She took the beatings, and formed the scars that would never heal. 

However one day she met someone new, but had already known before. A person who saw her as something other then her reputation and liked it. Someone who treated her like a real friend. Then time took over, and numbers grew as the girl's life transitioned from one stage to another. She grew up, and so did they. The girl still kept the scars, like valuable treasures close to heart, but yet at the same time bore them as her own secret curse. 

 

When nothing else can absolve your pain, time can. 

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SagaLiSela replied...
Oct. 14, 2011 at 8:13 pm

Annie has spent the last three nights gliding back and forth on the Metro Train.

Tonight, she fell asleep somewhere between Shady Grove and DC. "How strange..." She thinks. "How strange to sleep, but not know exactly where you are at the moment."

As the train rolls down the Metro tunnels, Annie stares out into the darkness. She's lost her way or, rather, she's given up on her previous way.

Annie stumbled through life. She accepted what was handed to her and ignore what seem impossible. She had once been perfectly satisfied with this condition.

Then she met William.

William had moved away. He quit his job. He was going to be an artist.

And he was looking for a girl to call Love.

Annie met William in the dim yellow light of the Metro. She had been standing. He was sitting. He offered her his seat and she took the offer.

"Where are you going?" He asked.

"Home." She replied.

"Ah. Home. Where did you travel to today?" He questioned.

"Work."

"Work is...?"

"I'm a manag-"

"No. No... I don't care what you do. I want to know if you enjoy it. Do you love your job?" He spoke quickly, as though he only had seconds to spare.

"It pays the bills." She replied.

"Ah," William said. "You are not happy."

Annie did not reply. She stared out into the dark tunnel.

"We don't live to survive. We live to be happy." He whispered to her. The yellow lights flickered.

"I don't know how..." She whispered in reply.

"You're not supposed to, silly. It just happens. You know, people are not born with a purpose; people find their purpose. Your existence can't be defined by anyone but you. Stop surviving. Go out there! Find your purpose. Fall in love. Be happy. Say hello to everyone you meet." He imposed his advice upon her in his infectious, melodic voice.

"I-"

"Love, don't go home tonight." He said. The train lurched to a stop. He kissed her cheek. Smiled. The doors opened.

He was gone; he was lost forever in the amorphous crowd of passenger. He words joined the roaring echo of the metro station.

Annie didn't go home.

 

Three days had passed and Annie still rode the Metro.

"Happiness is worth it, isn't it?" An elderly woman sitting next to her asked.

"What?" Annie questioned. She had not noticed the woman before.

"I just said hello." The woman replied.

"Oh. Hello," Annie said. "How are you?"

"Oh... Well. How are you?"

"Tired..."

"Happy?" The woman's eyes glowed green in the yellow light.

"I'm looking for happiness."

"Ah. You've gone away, you've quite your job, and you want to be an artist?" The woman asked. Her aged face painted a portrait Annie couldn't decipher.

"Not quite..."

"Yes. You have."

"Okay... I have."

"Do you know exactly where you've fallen asleep the last few nights?" The woman asked as she leaned closer to Annie.

"Well... No. Not exactly."

"Huh." The woman looked forward. She pursed her lips.

"You know, saying hello means a lot these days." The woman asked.

"I try to say hello to everyone I meet..." Annie replied.

"Would you like to know exactly where you fall asleep tonight?" The woman asked.

Annie smiled.

"Yes."

"Come with me." The old woman told her. "I like to think it's my purpose to taking in those that seek happiness."

The train lurched to a stop. The yellow lights flickered.

"The word 'hello' can take you far in life."



The doors opened.

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AnimaCordis replied...
Nov. 14, 2011 at 4:08 pm

Greed

            The London tubes were busy and loud. The London tubes were crowded and packed. Each focuses on their own lives, oblivious to those around them. One in one million, Marcus was going home, Marcus was tired and bored. He had a terrible Tesco phone that cost him twenty pounds. He hated that phone like cats hate dogs; he wanted to dash it away beneath the tacks of the underground train. He wanted it out of his hands, out of his life; but he needed that phone, he needed that phone like fish need water.

            Standing on the yellow line that marks the edge of the platform, he peered down beneath the tracks. Away scuttled a rat, deep in the tracks was all sorts of rubbish, deep in the tracks were dirty and black. That’s when his eyes fell upon it. A gleaming new Iphone caught the light, and beckoned to him. His eyes lit up with greed, it was not so far away.

            His hands became like claws, his eyes became blind but to that one object. It was just in reach, it was almost his. All around him people were nervous. They did not want to see a man die. But London folk are quiet, when it comes to a crazy man. He reached, and he reached, but his arm was not yet long enough.

            It was almost in reach, his hands groped at the air around it, like talons. Just a little further, just a little more. He did not hear the train coming. He did not hear the young woman scream. For he could only see his own reflection in the Iphone’s black screen. It was in his hands, when he began to fall. With it there his greed began to ebb away, and replaced was it by fear. For the train knocked him full on, casting the phone and his life away.

Do not let yourself be blinded by greed.

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anonymous123 replied...
Dec. 23, 2011 at 8:30 pm

I wrote this last year when i was bored. thinking about making it a children's book haahaha hope you like it :P The Big adventures of the little fish There once was a little fish. Like all of the other little fish he wanted nothing more than to grow to be a big fish that could fend for their life, like the mighty whales. But he had a plan; He would live his life looking to the future and would do everything right, so that when it came time for him to die he would return in his next life as a greater creature of the Sea.
Sure enough, he returned as a bigger fish, one that ate the little fish he had befriended in a past life. He had what he wanted but he was still not satisfied. He was jealous of the even bigger fish with their fast speed and sharp teeth. So, once again, he spent his entire life focusing on what he wanted and did everything right. Soon enough his life came to an end again.
He was rewarded for his devotion by returning as an even larger sea creature, one with a long dorsal fin, and many more sets of teeth than he had in his past lives. He had more than he could ever imagine himself having. Now he could defend for himself and could eat the fish of his past life. But it still wasn’t good enough for him. So he spent another life doing everything right in hopes of being an even better fish.
To his surprise he came back to life in the form of a whale. Not just any whale, the largest whale the Ocean had ever seen. His plan had worked; he had become the big fish he had always dreamt of being. But along the way he lost sight of that dream. All he cared about was being better than everyone. So what he did was forget his life because it was all useless to him. He focused yet another time on doing everything right.
To his horror he did not become an even greater whale but he was born as an even smaller fish than before in his first life. It would take him forever to go through life doing everything right again and again. He was so upset tiny guy began to cry. He cried and cried, then cried some more. His tears overtime even rose the sea level. There had to be a mistake, he thought. He went through life perfectly, why had he not been rewarded?
Then, he heard a noise, a very joyful laugh, the one the great whales and the other big fish make. So He looked out into the ocean to see what great creature was so happy. In hopes that there joy would make him stop weeping. But he looked and looked, but no matter how hard he looked he could night find where the laugh was coming from.
He wondered until he was right where the sound had come from. But there was no one in sight. Or was there? The tiny fish squinted his eyes and listened carefully and then he saw them! They were fish so small that you could not see them unless they were within a fin’s reach. The tiny fish did not understand how such small creatures could have something to laugh about.
So he asked them “why are you so happy little ones?” “Were just having fun playing in the ocean and with the other fish!” they said, followed by a funny giggle. “But aren’t you jealous of the bigger fish? Don’t you want to be like them?” “Well…” They paused. “That would be fun to! But were happy enjoying our lives. We don’t want to worry about them.” At this the tiny fish couldn’t help but let out a chuckle of his own. “hey!” he asked the happy souls. “yah?” “Could I play with you guys too?” the two happy fish became very serious then and looked at each other in silence. “Of course you can! We would love a new friend to play with. What’s your name friend? The newly happy little fish thought. He thought about all of his past lives and all he had been through. He had always wanted to be happy, and he finally was. “My name? my name is Whale!” He said. (Because he finally had what he always wanted.)

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Pearlgrl272 replied...
Jan. 9, 2012 at 1:42 pm

Asia and Ivy always pass each other in the park on the way to community service at the local rec center from worship on sunday afternoons. Asia is coming from mosque and Ivy from Church. After awhile they figure it would be best to walk together as there neighbohood is not the safest. Of course, they began to talk and share secrets as young girls do. The two girls grow close enough that Asia decides to confide in Ivy a secret that has been weighing on her heart immensly. Ivy decides that this completely goes aghainst her beleifs and that as a good Christian girl, it would be best to end the friendship between Asia and herself. Five weeks after Asia divulged the secret of her sexuality to Ivy, her mother appears on television pleading for any information about the wherabouts of her daughter. Ivy was last seen passing through the park on her way to community service...alone. ***Any questions would be awesome. I welcome the oppurtunity to explain my thoughts/writings and hear what other people got out of reading the stoyry

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