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Last Week's Writing Prompt

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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Admin's Choice:
I'm going to tell you a lie““I’m going to tell you a lie.”
That was the first thing he said to me. I don’t know why he outright told me he was going to lie to me. Isn’t that the point of lying? To deceive the person you’re lying to into thinking that what they’re saying is the truth?
“You’re going to accept the fact I’ve told you a lie. You’re going to internalize the lie at face value--accept it for what it is. Accept that you can’t trust me.” He leaned into his words, spitting them out across the room at me. “Once you do that, we can continue with the exercise.”
Anxiety bubbled up in my blood, starting down at my feet and rushing its way up to my head, sweeping the rest of my fluids with it. The world tore itself in half, then sewed itself back together as I attempted to stand.
The doctor didn't like that. “No no no,” he puffed, jumping up from his chair onto wiry chicken’s legs and bounding over t Lullaby ByeTwinkle twinkle falling star
Oh, I wonder if you are
He who called with steady voice
Offering me one simple choice
Shall I stay or better leave?
Contemplatively I breathe
Now to bed I close my eyes
Think of you across the skies
I forgive you, now you know
My chosen path is that I go
One breath. Two breath. Three breath. Four
Eternal sleep, forevermore
Twinkle twinkle trusted friend
Take me there, to where it ends
Shining down your soft, white light
It calms me now and dulls my fright
Down below in bed I lie
With comforted heart I say goodbye

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Poetry
:thumb378264337: Time to LeaveI can feel us
Drifting apart. 
Time will bring a time
Where we won't be together.
I don't ever want to be away from you,
But I know the time is coming. 
The phone rings and I hear your voice beside my ear,
Strangely thinking, she never calls at all. 
Now I find myself wanting to stay.
Why aren't we treasuring these moments? 
Why aren't you guiding the way home?
I don't want to go away from here, 
But I know I have no choice but to leave.
(it's time to move on, away from here.)
I have to grow up and go forward.
I can't keep living in the past,
The present's a gift so keeping on living,
Don't ever let the world get in your way. 
Why aren't we treasuring these moments? 
Why aren't you guiding the way home?
(please don't make me leave...)
The stars fall,
The curtains close,
The end of a story. 


(it's time to move on, away from here.)


A falling star------
Blasphemous form writhing in the sky
So full of hate.
Over wind whipped meadow and hidden dell,
Our rage would not abate,
Launched from a thousand throats.
Legion is as legion does!
My glaive held high.
Ignited honour.
Battle cry.
Our hearts rose to meet our foe.
With them flew
Fletched missiles who
Were loosed from hand and bow.
Each one a brilliant exclamation.
Each one a beacon of hope.
The demon knocked them all aside.
Contemptuously.
As if it could just not abide,
Our tawdry threat.
Spitting shadow along its trail
Flaming from the front,
Mordant beast ploughed
A wake of clouds
Across the evening vault.
Our champion, Marcus
Clad in the armour of a seraphim
Wielding a blade of ether
Lanced from the ground in swift attack,
He traced a lofty silver track
Unto the belly of the foe.
Roiling bulk in darkness
Meets shining knightly spear,
Thunder marking their exchange
Dear Marcus was aflame,
Hit by a kindled fist.
His ruin smote.
A falling star
Beget our loss of hope.
------ The choiceSee this?
It is scarlet, pumping, warm.
This is the engine to my body, my soul a steering
Wheel.
Hear this?
The constant, slow rhythm of breath.
Two ashen filters ready for a second chance to
Heal.
Feel this?
The unpredictable pattern
Of scars, across a canvas of my past, the type you
Recognise.
Smell this?
The sweet aroma of a baby
Held in my arms, as our heartbeats begin to
Synchronise.
Taste this?
The tears and sweat pouring
As my solid back breaks to always protect
Her.
You know, now.
The choice you are making
You realise this is the life we will live.
Wife and wife.
Mother and mother.
Together. :thumb363437190:

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Prose
Legacy of LightShe lit another cigarette, leaning against the wall. The night was mild and, for the first time in many weeks, she felt comfortable standing outside to smoke, wearing only a light dress. How she had missed summer and its warm nights. The cat seemed as pleased as she was and rubbed against her leg, before climbing to a chair and lying there, with his yellow gaze on her for a moment. Then, lazily as only a cat could be, he closed his eyes, leaving her half-alone with the universe. She could barely hear a sound and, standing on her balcony, with a perfect view of her whole neighbourhood, she knew why. Everyone slept; not a single window shone bright in the night.
Except for hers, of course. Loneliness took over her with the sad realization that, even now, she was alone in her condition of being awake. No, maybe not. There had to be others. Others who looked up at the heavens and wondered if someone else did the same. Maybe someone else who, just like her, was promising themselves this cig

Mature Content

Rendezvous In My DreamI need something interesting to happen to me.
Closing my journal and putting my pen away, I looked up with big brown eyes. Though I was cold and lost, I found I was snug, well, not really snug, sitting on a bus stop bench under a curtain of plastic and metal. I was quietly watching the city thrive around me, wanting to be involved in something interesting.
Being a writer was almost too painful; your imagination just got so bottled up and exploded at the wrong moments. And now was one those moments for me.
I was literally dying with the need to have something interesting happen to me.
Maybe get caught in a love affair, encounter a vampire, bump into a long-lost twin - anything. Sighing audibly, I got up and shoved my journal into my beige messenger bag, starting to walk away.
“Um, pardon me, Miss?”
I scratched the back of my head, turning around. “Yeah?”
When I looked directly at the person who talked to me, I nearly had a heart attack. It was a boy, proba

Mature Content

Mature Content

:thumb377416560: :thumb376929445: The WishCatherine sighed as she hung the veil on the mannequin, letting it drape across the dress she would wear in a few weeks time.  The dress was beautiful, elegant and very expensive; white silk and lace with diamonds glittering on the bodice and veil with a train that required several bridesmaids to hold.  She had to admit that it looked good on her; her tall but slender frame suited the style of dress and her long blond hair, elaborately styled, would give her the look of a princess though she wondered briefly if many girls approached their wedding with the feeling of dread that she did.
Miss Catherine Farringday, daughter of Lord Robert and Lady Elspeth Farringday, was engaged to be married to Lord Bartholomew Gladstone, eldest son of the Earl of Shropshire and heir to his father’s land and title.  They had met at a party the previous year and, while she found Barty to be a pleasant enough chap, she did not love him; preferring the charms of Victor Mayweather. Falling Into StarlightI am falling. I have been caught by a monster which cannot be seen, but for the path of destruction it carves through the cosmos. It pulls me in, and as I plummet the universe bends and folds back on itself, and for a brief moment I can see everything that is and ever was.
In the twisted relay of light I see the nebula that was my birthing ground. Its radiance surrounds me with heat and color. Bursting clouds and arching forms in writhing wings of gossamer, painted with hydrogen and illuminated from within by the glow of its children.
Mother nebula had formed me, along with my sisters, from parts of herself. Coaxing and coalescing until we were strong enough enough to shine on our own. Then she breathed into us life and our hearts began to flutter with the embers of fusion.
In our mother’s embrace, I played with my sisters, plunging into misted veils and swinging through spangled swaths of life-dust. She would tell us tales of the far reaches of the galaxy, where the giants dance

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This week's writing prompt, from June 17 to June 26, is:

Respond to the following theme:

Blue

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I deeply loved this week's highly creative entries. Also, I just realized this prompt needs a section for comics.