Writing Prompt

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Last Week's Writing Prompt

Respond to the following theme:

Infinity

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Admin's Choice:
:thumb375299621: Infinite PossiblitiesWords that last forever,
Echoes in your dreams.
A sketch on one side,
Of a line that never ends
Love is infinite,
        if you know where to look.
Time is infinite,
        if you know how to stop.
Possibilities are endless,
        if you just believe.
Opportunities are endless,
        if you know how to carry on.


Can't you see what is coming?
(it looks like a sideways eight)
Can't you see what is happening?
(it's just a bunch of lines)
When will you stop looking what is there,
and start looking at what could be made.
The opportunity for your life is just beginning,
don't let it slip away,
when the chance has gone, 
it's gone for good.  
   

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Poetry
Infinity is...Stretching your mind, breaking out,
reaching for the sky and beyond
More than anyone could ever count,
growing forever, on and on
A new discovery every day,
Possibilities around every corner
Surprises every step of the way,
No limits and no borders InfiniteTime curls
Running into itself
Infinitely Eternal Lovers [writting prompt]Wind blowing on my face, a smile spread on my lips
In front of me, extending as far as eye can see
The tumultuous calm of the blue waves: the sea
Grinning foolishly, I pull her close by the hips.
Standing on top of the cliff, gazing the distance,
Breathing in deeply the breeze’s salty musk;
We could contemplate this beauty ‘till dusk:
Not a single soul around, no disturbance.
I turn my stare to her and drink her dark eyes
Black as liquid onyx, as a starless night
And I know that these will be my death, my blight
But, for them, it would be a jovial demise.
Yes, I wish to remain here for eternity,
Yet, dead in my arms, I can’t stay alone, that’s all
With a sad smile, we take a step and fall,
Spiralling down unto infinity. EternalEternal
A blue-jay flies,
Circling all the land;
She chirps and sighs,
Seeing the people sadden’d.
Pain doesn’t cease,
Craving but unchanging;
Losses only increase,
Eternal flame engulfing.
Desire is lust,
Everlasting silence is heard;
Ashes blown from dust,
Outcries are evermore ignored.
No one knows the end,
Clutching ‘til someone hears;
Continuing to pretend,
Eyes are all in tears. Soul WarOnce, there was darkness.
In the blink of an eye, there stood a soul.
One soul turned into two.
Lights in the darkness.
Spots of consciousness nobody could satisfy.
But they existed.
And soon more came.
From all around the universes.
Into the darkness.
To join their friends.
Become conscious beings.
But then there were too many for one place.
And they began to move away.
A rift in the space.
That started a war.
The war soon became a great fire. A fire that consumed century after century.
Millennia flew by with more and more conscious minds joining the fight, choosing sides.
Soon an all-out battle was staged.
Both sides fighting with their most intelligent beings.
And soon it all was dust.
And then there was darkness.
But a heartbeat remained within that darkness.
It remembered the days of the souls.
And soon a soul stood.

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Prose
:thumb375540626: :thumb375300860: :thumb374621434: CycleWhen we stop to look at this world what is it that we are meant to see? Beauty? Life? These are but the answers we are expected to give. It’s hard to imagine that when you look at things. Perhaps at one point the earth was a place of beauty, but as far back as books will tell they speak of tragedy and despair.
I am certain that when they speak the words of the end of days, they are speaking of enterprises that have passed long ago. Sometimes I wonder if we are but the descendents of those left behind. I know that these things are untrue, but . . .
Then things like this happen, springing up as if a part of an infinite cycle of pain.
Things start to look up. The spring comes, the battles slow in the east, class schedules get lighter, but something always comes to rip that momentary happiness away. Winter always returns, peace never lasts long, and there is always another exam on the horizon. This time I wonder if there will ever be a way back into the light.
My name is Alex Johnson TreehouseShe sat in the rain once, a fleeting monument to foolish pride compounded by abject misery creeping like bugs in the fresh soil. That smell--the physical precipice of new life--sunk into her clothes as her feet did the mud pooling around clinging roots of trees. Stationed, resolute, at the base of the tree, she searched for flat sections of bark on which to nail the next board. Her feet stained the fresh boards with earth as she climbed higher--nailing the wood, kicking it for good measure, then easing her full weight onto it, repeating the process until the storm clouds realized that neither rain nor thunder would deter her process and scattered.
There she stood, one or two handholds away from a pair of thick, stubby branches arching from the tree in a wild "U" shape, framed by surrounding branches and cradled by a hulking trunk below. A hand reached for the next slab of wood only to find thick, humid air. She paused, bit her lip, wondering if she could swing herself up to the cruck s To Infinity"To infinity, and beyond!"
His shout rang out through the playground, and I watched as those around him turned at the powerful yet innocent battle cry. Smiles were prominent on their faces as they saw him flying through the galaxy of his imagination, fighting bad guys and becoming a hero.
My eyes wandered over his audience, and came to rest on a young couple holding hands and whispering to each other. The adoration in their expressions was quite obvious to me as I scrutinized them silently.
A sharp pang tore at my chest, forcing me to look away. Tears were threatening to spill down my cheeks, and I found myself lost in memories.
“What’s a pretty girl like you sitting alone reading a book?” his ghost asked, a smirk stamped stubbornly across his face.
“Avoiding heartbreakers like you”, I replied. It was only as I met his crystal blue eyes that I realized he wasn’t like the rest, that he wasn’t going to leave me alone when I showed my fangs. :thumb373216255:

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This week's writing prompt, from June 5 to June 15, is:

Write anything that features one or more of the following:
- a falling star
- a life-changing choice
- a mysterious phone call
- the phrase "I forgive you"

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Some of the entries actually made me a little teary. Thank you all for writing, and I hope everyone finds inspiration in this next prompt.