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:bulletred: Featuring those who submitted to the previous writing prompt from Live-Love-Write, here are the participants for this week, listed in reverse order of submission, along with information on the newest prompt. Please remember to fave this journal to help support your work and the prompt!

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Last Week's Writing Prompt

Respond to the following theme:

For reasons unknown




Admin's Choice:

The Ship That Refused To Be SunkThe summer of 1940, not long after the fall of France. The merchantman Camberwell Beauty travelled alone in the North Atlantic.
An alert lookout spotted water bubbling. “U-Boat off the starboard bow!” he called as the prow of a submarine broke the surface.
The master ordered the eighty-odd crew to man the lifeboats. He wasn’t sure whether the U-Boat skipper would give them time to abandon ship.
He needn’t have worried.
The first thing Oberleutnant zur See Graupner did upon emerging from the conning tower hatch was hail the ship. “British! You have ten minutes to evacuate your ship before we open fire.” He made a point of looking at his wristwatch, before repeating: “Ten minutes.”
As he was talking, men commanded by the second watch officer appeared from the hatch in front of the 88mm deck gun, and preloaded a shell from a small watertight locker ready for firing.
Perhaps he should have simply torpedoed her, but he wanted to play th
ReasonI watched her
Climb aboard the bus
Stumble to a spare seat
And crumble
As the vehicle
Took off down the road
I watched her
Fumbling with her phone
Face a web of emotions
She fought hard
But the tears fell
Unbidden from her eyes
I watched her
All control lost
Doing all she could
To hide her pain
As misery consumed her
And she sobbed without mercy
I watched her
For reasons unknown
Bearing her soul so raw
What could drive her
To such public heart ache
As the bus drove slowly on
I watched her
Reach her final stop
Make shaky ways outside
Girl vanished to daylight
And I'd never know what truths
Made her cry on the bus





Poetry

WhySometime between wishing on a star
then thinking them only as tiny lights
Between snow days being magical 
dodging slush and/or black ice 
Forgetting those who had made us smile 
when tears are thrust upon us instead.
How often do we neglect who what or where ...
as more importantly that we should remember when.
For reasons unknown when we stall or stop -
could serve to stand when we'll try or go again.
ReasonI watched her
Climb aboard the bus
Stumble to a spare seat
And crumble
As the vehicle
Took off down the road
I watched her
Fumbling with her phone
Face a web of emotions
She fought hard
But the tears fell
Unbidden from her eyes
I watched her
All control lost
Doing all she could
To hide her pain
As misery consumed her
And she sobbed without mercy
I watched her
For reasons unknown
Bearing her soul so raw
What could drive her
To such public heart ache
As the bus drove slowly on
I watched her
Reach her final stop
Make shaky ways outside
Girl vanished to daylight
And I'd never know what truths
Made her cry on the bus
for reasons unknownyou could have loved me
I'm pretty sure
you almost
did
but then
you changed your mind
you turned away
I never asked
for your reasons
and it makes me sad
thinking of what we
could have had
if you hadn't been
that coward
what would have
happened, had you
let me in and take all
over your world?
(I'd have swallowed
your words and dreams
and spit them out as
dusty melodies.)
I could have loved you
I'm pretty sure
I almost
did





Prose

Four Am
There is a time between night and morning. All things lose their color, and become a harrowing shade of grey. The only things that can keep their color is a group of figures in the distance. They glow a bright red, and for reasons unknown, only seem visible to you. These figures do a dance, but it’s incredibly slow. You can only see them moving if you’re watching them very closely.
Outside, the sky does not move. The clouds do not move, and they form no shape. There is no sound. There is something though. There is you, stuck in this grey void of no escape. All you can do is watch the red figures. These figures point to you, or point beyond you. They do this dance every day, and they know what’s going to happen.
There is a time, just before morning, when the clouds are sucked from the sky and injected into your eyes. This time only precedes  the dreaded moment. This is not the true time, it is dancing around the true time, very slowly. Take solace that the time will
The Ship That Refused To Be SunkThe summer of 1940, not long after the fall of France. The merchantman Camberwell Beauty travelled alone in the North Atlantic.
An alert lookout spotted water bubbling. “U-Boat off the starboard bow!” he called as the prow of a submarine broke the surface.
The master ordered the eighty-odd crew to man the lifeboats. He wasn’t sure whether the U-Boat skipper would give them time to abandon ship.
He needn’t have worried.
The first thing Oberleutnant zur See Graupner did upon emerging from the conning tower hatch was hail the ship. “British! You have ten minutes to evacuate your ship before we open fire.” He made a point of looking at his wristwatch, before repeating: “Ten minutes.”
As he was talking, men commanded by the second watch officer appeared from the hatch in front of the 88mm deck gun, and preloaded a shell from a small watertight locker ready for firing.
Perhaps he should have simply torpedoed her, but he wanted to play th
InterviewThank you for joining us today, Robby, tell us a little bit about yourself.
"Thanks for having me, Chuck. I must say it’s a real honor to be on your show, and I couldn’t be happier right now. As you know, I’m Robby, and I play in the upcoming zombie apocalypse movie. My role is the hero, and I manage to befriend a zombie."
Tell us a little bit more about this zombie friend.
"Well Chuck, he’s a great guy. I don’t think I’ve ever worked with anyone better. He doesn’t talk much, he’s not a fast walker, and every so often he kind of makes these gurgling noises. At first I was a little weirded out by him, but then I grew to like him."
Wait, you mean as his role in the movie, right?
"No, I mean on set with him. It’s like having a dog play a dog in a dog movie, but this is a zombie playing a zombie in a zombie movie. The only difference between him and a dog is that he has a slight craving for brains for reasons unknown to me."
Well, Rob,





This week's writing prompt, from October 20th to October 30th, is:

Write anything that features one or more of the following:
- my last breath
- automatic
- land of the living
- the phrase "Make progress"
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ScarletQuill Featured By Owner Oct 29, 2013
Can I still submit to this prompt or...?
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DrMeh Featured By Owner Oct 29, 2013
Hello,

Yes, this prompt is still open for submission.
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DarkBejewler Featured By Owner Oct 24, 2013
OMG!!!! Fianl Hikari! I'm back on the scene here and about to begin more poetry submissions! I don't know if you remember, but I asked you, in a note, at one point, if you could gives us multiple topics to write about because my freind and I were having a hard time. I'm not saying you did it because of me, but it is wonderful to see that you did do it!!!!!! Im soooooo hapie!!!!!!!!!!
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:iconscarletquill:
ScarletQuill Featured By Owner Oct 21, 2013
Good luck everyone :)
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