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Last Week's Writing Prompt

“At the End of the Rainbow”

Tough choice for this prompt, thank you all for your wonderful work. On a side note, what would you say to a somewhat different way of doing things next week? I was thinking of choosing a piece of music for our writers to listen to and write what it makes them think of. Or something.

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Admin's Choice:

:thumb331934778: Dreams, Wishes and RainbowsSometimes I sit back
And remember
I remember myself
At the tender of age of six point five
So young, so free
Innocent, unbroken
My dream ran rampant in my untouched mind
Giving me realities that could never come to fruition
I think of the unicorns, and the rainbows,
And the sparkles that danced upon my sugar-coated cereal
Invisible people, imaginary friends
A girl and a boy who talked to me when no one else would
At the time, I hadn't realized how lucky I was
I thought that was just life, that everyone had dreams of princesses and princes in love
I now know differently
God, I wish I had taken advantage of my youth
I wish I had relished the joy of having friends that would never break my heart
Never make me shed a tear
I wish I had enjoyed the freedom
That came with not having a care in the world
I wish I had taken a mental picture of the unicorns
And the colored clouds and glittering diamonds that made everything so goddamn beautiful
But I hadn't
I wish, I wish, I wish
No amount

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Poetry

Follow the rainbowGo my love,
Take this crystal.
Place it upon silver pedestal.
Angle the mirrors with care.
Tis now my dear you rest and wait,
The sun will rise at dawn,
From the crack up in the cavern above,
Light will spill: Ricochet from mirror to mirror
It will pierce the prism and light will split.
At the end of the rainbow, your heart will be your guide.
Seven keys, to seven doors hang: Seven coloured pools entice.
The key you choose will colour your fate.
Let your heart guide; let it have what it desires
As you, my darling, deserve all that lay beyond the passage you choose. At the end of the rainbowFor the last time, Maturity slap me in the face.
This ain't a crime, you'll never call me a disgrace.
Waited until dawn, immaturity hosed it down.
Foolish adolescent hoping to find opulent
Tired of this time, Obscurity as I fled  this Place
Please be calm, now that am gone
Tell me how long have I been searching
Stay becalm, I have been alone
Tell me how can there be a meaning
Are you calling me immature
Am I telling you I did do it
How can you be so insecure
Am I screaming I didn't see it
Your grave aged since our closure
Please forgive me for chasing fools gold
You've always told me to take a breath
Wait and stay keep watching colors unfold
For my father I've placed this wreath
Now that I have grown old and cold Carnival LoveHold my hand, My Love.
Dead lights and lost music.
Sit on my lap in this hollow carnival.
Worthless pumpkins grow on the edges watching.
A faded rainbow comes to an end at the smiling faces.
Keep close,
I'm not going to let you go.
The talking lights are just dead plans.
Damn them all, damn the lot who says we can't be.
I told you to love me
You made our rainbow end.
Damn it all in this old and empty park.
You're worthless to me now and they were right.
We can't be and so you can't be. Good bye, My Love. Coloured BeautyA single rain drop
Split into a thousand colours,
Filling the sky with all its beauty.
What magic is this?
How can a simple splash and light
Make something so beautiful?
I can sit
At the end of the rainbow
And stare at it forever
And ever
And ever
Never stop
Red
Orange
Yellow
Green
Blue
Indigo
Violet
And so much in between
Where does red
Become orange
And how does green get to blue?
So many questions.
So little answers.
In so much beauty. Following the RainbowI used to chase those streaks of faded light-
my naked feet splashing in the shallow puddles,
sweet music of child's laughter playing upon those lips of mine.
I'd jump up to grab the spectrum of colours,
like it was a solid object to play with,
to have my chubby hand pass through the ghost-like shadows.
My tiny heart jumped in my chest as I ran,
Filled with the type of hope that only a promise
of magic can create in a young mind.
And when the clouds encompassed the sun
and when the soft pitter-patter subsided,
I knew that I had reached the end
where the greatest treasures could be found.
I would spend hours in that spot,
curled up with my glittery imagination
And the pot of gold I swore was actually real.

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Prose
:thumb331338678: :thumb331855404: At the End of the RainbowLight pierced through the curtains and into the bedroom.  The sun had risen in start of another day.  The sky was untainted with clouds here and there, letting the sunlight touch every nook and crevice of the city.  Cars were already busy moving here to there since the sun's first rays pierced the dark sky.  Like any other day, the morning has come.
The rays of the sun touched the sleeping face of a man who was content with the way he currently was in bed.  The ray of light made him toss and turn to find a position of comfort.  After several minutes of trying to fight back the rude rays of light, he grunted and sat up, feeling groggy and irritated.
He pushed the covers off the bed and groaned sleepily.  He sat up at the edge of the bed, grabbed the covers and wrapped them around himself alike a cocoon.  The day had started, but going along with it was the last thing he wanted.  Sleep was welcoming

Mature Content

Bed Time StoryThe child snuggled into the pillow and pulled the blanket over his nose.  A muffled sound escaped the soft fabric.
"Daddy? Can you read me a story?"
The addressed adult replied while settling next to the child's bed.
"Of course my sunshine. Which one should it be?"
The child flashed a rapt smile.
"The one with the rainbows!"
"Again? You have lots of books, don't you want to hear another one?"
The youngster shook his head in disgust.
"No! I want to hear the one with the rainbows!"
The father surrendered to his son and took a book from the shelf. It looked way overused in comparison to the other ones sitting there. Carefully he opened it holding it the way so the child could peek inside.
"Once upon a time there was an adventurer who..."
The energetic youngster didn't give him the time to finish his sentence.
"I know that already! The rainbow part Daddy!"
The father patiently obeyed the order of his little tyrant by flipping to another page in the book.
"So the adventurer had un

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This week's writing prompt, from October 15 to October 21, is:

"Sixth Sense"

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