Nov 19, 2017
His hand is warm, strong even, when he lets go.
anjalicarsten, writing prompt #65: write a ten-word-story
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His hand is warm, strong even, when he lets go.
anjalicarsten, writing prompt #65: write a ten-word-story
Prompt #230
anjalicarsten submitted: In another universe, everyone wants to die and living is a capital sin.
// Oh. Oh, I love this so much! I’m definitely going to be using this one for myself XD Thanks so much @anjalicarsten ! xox //
Getting There
Lately, I've been stuck on life and my book and I almost actually gave up. See, it's way too easy to give up nowadays. There's a secret at play. I find it hard to finish a series. I don't know how to end it all up in a nice bag without feeling helpless. I'm basically 5 chapters away from the ending of my trilogy. I was very tempted to stop. I wanted to work on other ideas. Start a new book. Leave it all behind. But I couldn't. Why? My family encouraged me on. My friends. Most especially @gazzy-mallow. Without her, I might've stopped entirely. But she helped. A lot. Bro, thanks from the bottom of my heart. Ari, Roen, and Trisha still need their ending. And alas, so do I. I won't be posting long chapter based stories anymore. Quotes, short stories, bits of poetry. But no more long stories. Not until I get myself back on track. I'm going to make myself tea, put some music on and do some homework. See you.
-I wasn’t afraid to stand up for people. -I knew the responsibility of my actions and how it could hurt people. -I acted like who I really was and didn’t hide from anyone. -I knew that love wasn’t something to take for granted. -I read books and immersed myself in unimaginable worlds. -I kept my family and friends close to my heart, wearing my memories of them like armor. -I made sure that I was kind to everyone. -I knew that holding grudges would only hurt me more. -I took care of myself, both physcially, emotionally and mentally. -I knew that I wouldn’t want to change who I had become.
anjalicarsten, writing prompt #1: 10 things I loved about me while growing up.
You fantasize over the illusion of someone who has only existed inside you.
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“You confuse me. You’re sort of like a mystery, an enigma if you please. It’s just…I don’t know what to do with myself now, after you told me that you would do anything to keep me happy. I mean, how will I know if you’ll keep your word? Will you? Will you do anything to keep me happy? Or will you do anything to keep yourself satisfied?”
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I used to be someone trustworthy and reliable. Everyone went to me if they wanted a secret kept or stored away. If they wanted a rumor to be quashed and destroyed. I was that person. Now I can barely think about myself this way—this person who has kept a secret so life threatening that it has completely and utterly shattered me.
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I broke myself to repair you, and I do not think I have enough glue to put myself back together.
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