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Have you ever had so much to say that your mouth closed up tight, struggling to harness the nuclear force coalescing within your words? Have you ever had so many thoughts churning inside you that you didn't dare let them escape in case they blew you wide open? Have you ever been so angry that you couldn't look in the mirror for fear of finding the face of evil glaring back at you?

Ellen Hopkins, Crank

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Be patient and wait. Your mud will settle. Your water will be clear.

James Frey - A Million Little Pieces

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My life would be sour grapes and ashes without you.

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Barely alive under ice by exchanging sighs With tomorrow quivering in the loneliest light Shedding skin to a dying song We hum along to the evening sun 'Til we are no more

HIM - Dying Song

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Let's hope these hearts for one another <3

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When we hold each other, in the darkness, it doesn't make the darkness go away. The bad things are still out there, the nightmares still walking. When we hold each other, we feel not safe but better, "It's alright," we whisper, "I'm here, I love you, " and we lie, "I'll never leave you." And for just a moment, or two, the darkness doesn't seem so bad.

Neil Gaiman

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I felt like I had lost something. But not something silly like my keys or my gum, more like my arm or my leg, something that really mattered. Like something that I could live without but would make life much harder if it were missing. And life is hard enough. Life is hard enough with everything we're given.

James Frey

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Lazy Sunday Afternoon

promptsgalore:

Write something that includes the following:

sweet iced tea

someone falling down the stairs

dirty socks

a blue jay

the smell of bleach

I was sipping raspberry iced tea on my front porch when the phone rang. Being the lazy person that I am, especially on a Sunday, I let it ring some twenty times before I decide to get up and answer it. By the time I reach it, whoever was trying to call me had given up, probably decided I am either dead or off the map. My wife fizzes past me, blue bandana around her head, dutifully scrubbing the dining table with what smelled like bleach, out of all things. Probably an inexpensive detergent that I had coerced her into buying. We were expecting guests over and she was the kind of person who always liked to give the best impression, unlike me. “You better take those off,” my wife says, propping herself against the sofa in search of a breather. “If there’s one thing I know, it’s that you shouldn’t be walking around the house with white socks.” “Doesn’t matter,” I reply, waving off her suggestion, “They were going to get dirty anyway. That’s a risk you know you ought to take when you buy white socks.” She shrugs and says something in return, but by that time I’m already back on my porch, sipping lemonade, paying little to no attention to messages being passed along between a family of blue jays. I had only drifted off for a minute or two when a series of loud thuds snaps me back to wakefulness. I yawn and check the time, I had actually napped for fifteen minutes. “Honey?” I call to my wife, hoping I could convince her to play a hand of cards with me before nightfall. When I get no answer, I drag myself back into the house. On the stairwell, a glass cup lays shattered, with tiny droplets of blood next to it. And on the ground, my wife is down on her knees, sobbing next to my own dead body. OK TO PUBLISH

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promptsgalore

Lazy Sunday Afternoon

Write something that includes the following:

sweet iced tea

someone falling down the stairs

dirty socks

a blue jay

the smell of bleach

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I was sipping raspberry iced tea on my front porch when the phone rang. Being the lazy person that I am, especially on a Sunday, I let it ring some twenty times before I decide to get up and answer it. By the time I reach it, whoever was trying to call me had given up, probably decided I am either dead or off the map. My wife fizzes past me, blue bandana around her head, dutifully scrubbing the dining table with what smelled like bleach, out of all things. Probably an inexpensive detergent that I had coerced her into buying. We were expecting guests over and she was the kind of person who always liked to give the best impression, unlike me. “You better take those off,” my wife says, propping herself against the sofa in search of a breather. “If there’s one thing I know, it’s that you shouldn’t be walking around the house with white socks.” “Doesn’t matter,” I reply, waving off her suggestion, “They were going to get dirty anyway. That’s a risk you know you ought to take when you buy white socks.” She shrugs and says something in return, but by that time I’m already back on my porch, sipping lemonade, paying little to no attention to messages being passed along between a family of blue jays. I had only drifted off for a minute or two when a series of loud thuds snaps me back to wakefulness. I yawn and check the time, I had actually napped for fifteen minutes. “Honey?” I call to my wife, hoping I could convince her to play a hand of cards with me before nightfall. When I get no answer, I drag myself back into the house. On the stairwell, a glass cup lays shattered, with tiny droplets of blood next to it. And on the ground, my wife is down on her knees, sobbing next to my own dead body. OK TO PUBLISH

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PRECIOUS YOU

amandaonwriting: Writing Prompt – The fifth line of your favourite song I’m so tired of being here Suppressed by all my childish fears And if you have to leave I wish that you would just leave ‘Cause your presence still lingers here And it won’t leave me alone - My Immortal – Evanescence

In the morning when I wake up, the taste of your lips mixes with the taste of my coffee. When I wash my face it is your hands that scrub my cheeks, not mine. I haven’t even been looking at the mirror; because if I do, your hazel eyes light up my chestnut brown. That’s when I can’t take it anymore. That’s when I draw back, seek comfort in writing, in reading, in music. But even then, you are there. My words on the page suddenly feel like yours. “Quando, Quando, Quando” that we danced to on your parents’ porch four summers ago, sounds more like faded background noise. Walking down the street, strangers’ faces blend into one, their voices coalesce with yours, all desperate to convince me that you, my darling, are back.

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Writing Prompt – The fifth line of your favourite song

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I’m so tired of being here Suppressed by all my childish fears And if you have to leave I wish that you would just leave ‘Cause your presence still lingers here And it won’t leave me alone - My Immortal – Evanescence

PRECIOUS YOU In the morning when I wake up, the taste of your lips mixes with the taste of my coffee. When I wash my face it is your hands that scrub my cheeks, not mine. I haven’t even been looking at the mirror; because if I do, your hazel eyes light up my chestnut brown. That’s when I can’t take it anymore. That’s when I draw back, seek comfort in writing, in reading, in music. But even then, you are there. My words on the page suddenly feel like yours. “Quando, Quando, Quando” that we danced to on your parents’ porch four summers ago, sounds more like faded background noise. Walking down the street, strangers’ faces blend into one, their voices coalesce with yours, all desperate to convince me that you, my darling, are back.

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