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Iâm completely enthralled by you.
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Strawberry lips, eyes ice blue.
Iâm completely enthralled by you.
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Shattered Faith
Trigger Warnings: Religious trauma.
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Religion is supposed to be a source of comfort. From a young age I was told this. The broken are redeemed, the lost found. Eternal life after death. Given only to the faithful, to the good.
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Horrific images were presented through stained glass. Tales of slavery and mass genocide, justified. Egypt stained red with the blood of the first born. Why? What had these children done? The fault was with the fathers, not the sons.
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Abraham was instructed to slay his precious child. A test from the Lord of good, the Lord of light. Ever faithful, he was prepared to do this. And the lord rewarded him for this faithfulness. Still, I ask you this. What if it hadnât been a test?Â
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âBe obedient to them that are your masters.â This is a direct quote. The Israelite's were delivered from chains. By their holy saviorâs will. Doesnât all slavery deserve condemnation? It seems only the faithful can be free.
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There is much more that I could quote. So much more I wish I could say. I live in constant fear of dying. Each and every day. Your God isnât good and your God isnât great. Iâm cut constantly by my shattered faith.
You can't go back and change the beginning but you can start where you are and change the ending.
â C.S. Lewis
Creative Writing (09/19/2020)
Ideas:
Coffee shop AU.
Hurt/comfort.
Defenestration.
Triggers:
Abuse.
Violence.
âYou know what I just realized?â
âWhat is it, dearest?â
âI still have the money from that guy who paid me to kill you.â
âHe paid for a murder in advance? Amateur. He deserved to have his money stolen.â
âHonestly.â
Creative Writing (09/12/2020)
Ideas:
Flickering lights.
Chairs.
Carpet.
Paintings.
A well-written redemption arc validates the victims, not the villain.
D.N. Bryn
Iâm pink and I was told to like blue.
I had to be exactly like you.
If I liked blue, you would accept me.
If I liked pink; how could that be?
Well, both of these options are true.
I like pink and I like blue.
Iâm a kaleidoscope of purple hues.
Tired of putting on a show for you.
Itâs hell writing and itâs hell not writing. The only tolerable state is having just written.
Robert Hass (via writingdotcoffee)
I watch you through my opened blinds, radiant and beautiful.
It seems that Iâm so rarely graced with your presence.Â
Dark clouds seek to hide you from the world, from me.
No matter how dark it gets, I always remember you.
Your warm, nurturing embrace enveloping my freckled skin.
God, I love the sunlight...
Donât try to create and analyze at the same time. Theyâre different processes.
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The Bird Painting
Authorâs Note: This is a little blurb I wrote during creative writing club today. We were given 20 minutes to write about an object in the room or a certain concept we had been holding onto. I picked a bird painting hanging on the wall and this was the result. Enjoy!
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