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Purple Sky

(I wrote this on 12/19/2022)

(I remember writing everything else ive posted except this; WHY DID I WRITE THIS 😭😭)

As she looked out the window she saw something strange. The sky was purple. She was somewhat confused by this, although it made sense. Why it made sense, she had no idea. She continued following the rules of the game. It was only later she remembered that she was in a game. Well it wasn’t that she didn’t remember before, she had just not thought of it. Still even though this was a game, why was the sky purple?

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As Night Became day

(I wrote this on 12/19/2022)

Prompt: The last words of your novel are, “As night became day, he started to understand the truth.” Now, go write the rest.

Liam was always wandering the city. Enjoying various things, like the lights, he especially liked the way they looked at night. The way they sparkled and seemed to light up the city. He knew the city at night was a dangerous place, but the lights made him feel safe as if god was watching him through the lights. Even though he wasn’t religious and didn’t believe in a god, this safety was what lead him to go out and enjoy the beauty of the night every day. On this day, Liam went out and was walking to a 24-hour cafe, one of the very few restaurants that would be open at this time of night. He walked and walked and eventually came to the cafe. He ordered his drink, not coffee, but tea, and a nice croissant. As he drinks his tea he looks around and notices the building is shaking. He thinks that is a little weird, but ultimately decides it’s nothing to worry about. Just then the entire building collapses, burying him. A few seconds later, he stands up, wondering how he is completely fine. Not a single scratch is on his body. He literally stood up out of the rubble. Thinking the sky would have the answer he looks up, and theres the sunset. When he looks at his body again, he realizes. “As night became day, he started to understand the truth.”

(he’s dead)

Rejected ending:

A day later he wakes up, at home, and is very confused on how he got here. I mean a building just collapsed on him, he shouldn’t be home safe. He thinks about it and thinks about it, and leaves his house to wander the night again. He still thinks about it, and can’t come up with an answer as to how that possibly could have happened. The more he thinks, the more he is convinced it’s the supernatural. Something must have interfered and brought him home safe. Satisfied, he decides to stay out all night tonight. He hikes a trail up a mountain and sits there with some food. As he watches the sunrise, something strange happens. He falls asleep, and when he opens his eyes again, he’s in his house and it’s night. He does this again, and this time he doesn’t fall asleep. “As night became day, he started to understand the truth.”

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Sunset Prompt

(I wrote this on 11/18/2022)

(the bolded parts in this were the prompt)

It was the year 2150, and Leah was talking to her friend John. John was telling Leah a story, a story his family passed down, of horses, knights, and princesses. Here we are, in the middle of the story, well, the beginning of our story. John continues his story, “The princess was searching for an escape from the castle, when she heard a shout from below the castle ‘jump!’ the voice exclaimed, ‘what no! I’ll die!’, the princess said back. It was then that she noticed the footsteps quickly approaching, the footsteps of her stepfather, the man who wants her dead. The last time he came he told her, ‘The next time I come to see you will be your last moments’. She decided she’d rather die from jumping from a castle, than die at the hands of her stepfather, and so, she yelled ‘you know what! Whatever!’ and jumped. The door just opened and her stepfather saw her jump out of the window into the water below. The princess had fallen into a boat waiting below, and was caught by a knight, the one who was yelling for her to jump. The knight proclaimed that he was there to save her and that they would make her stepfather think she was dead. And so they rowed away, mounted horses, and they rode away into the sunset…”. As John finished his story, Leah looked at him with confusion and asked, “I mean, I understood everything else in your story, but what’s a sunset?” John responded “Well, I don’t know, but my granddad saw one once”. Leah, full of curiosity, said to John, “Let’s ask our parents if they know anything about this ‘sunset’ thing.”

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i Wish

(I wrote this on 10/17/2022)

For this one my teacher would say random words at random intervals and we would have to include them in what we were writing (the prompt was box btw)

He was shaped like a box, in the sense that the parts of his body were boxy. His hair was brown and wavy, and besides being shaped like, you know, a box, he was pretty handsome. In a world like this, he was pretty normal, or at least not too abnormal. I mean come on, in a world with superpowers, being shaped like a box is not that bad. He’s seen people with diamond heads, triangle feet, or even worse, horse heads. The world isn’t all that bad though, people can have any superpower, like the ability to control water.

Even though his boxyness wasn’t too abnormal, he wished he had a useful superpower, or at least one that didn’t change the way he looked. Like imagine if he could walk through fire, even if there aren’t many practical applications, at the very least he looks normal. He could be a firefighter, right?

He often feels like people gloss over him, like he’s just “the box guy”, and no more than that. There’s more to a man than just the way he looks! Being frustrated the young man decides to attempt to stand out, in the hopes that people will talk to him and ask why he looks so different. At least then people will actually talk to him. Even if no one talks to him, people will finally look at him and not through him. Armed with his purple hair, the original intent was white, but after bleaching and toning, he realized he looked too, how should this be put?, funny-looking. Yea, funny-looking seems right. With white hair, he looked too funny-looking, and so it was purple. Alas, no one looked at him more than before, maybe he should have thought his plan through some more, I mean this is a world with superpowers, some people probably have even weirder color hair, naturally. Speaking of hair, he did think it would have been worse if his body was normal looking and his hair was boxy. As he was thinking this, he was suddenly blinded by something, and just like everyone else, he looked to see what it was. It was a man with shiny, and reflective, like it was made of tiny strands of mirrors, hair. Wow, he thought, i wish i could be like him, then at the very least i might become something, and I would turn into something great.

(the lowercase i s at the end were intentional)

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“Colors of Grass” Imitation

(written on 10/19/2022)

On a busy street, around lunchtime, people rush around, hurrying to get to a restaurant to get their next meal. On the same busy street, people go hungry, their stomachs growling, as they beg the passersby for food.

In a crowded restaurant people tap their feet on the floor and check their watches as they wait to be seated. Outside a crowded restaurant, people eat the scraps they can find from the restaurant's dumpster, or maybe the food someone else had given them.

In a booth at a crowded restaurant, people sit and wait for their food, wondering why their meal is taking so long, claiming that they will starve before it gets there. In the back of the same crowded restaurant, the staff hurriedly contemplates how to tell the customers that their kitchen staff walked out on them. In a crowded soup kitchen, people line up for the first meal they’ve had in a while, at the very least, much longer than the people in the restaurant. In the same crowded soup kitchen, the workers worry that there isn’t enough food to feed everyone, and they contemplate how to tell everyone that this is the last time this soup kitchen will be open.

In a booth at a crowded restaurant, a couple that had been seated for around an hour was appalled that they wouldn’t be getting their food, and were worried about how they would eat that night. In the same crowded soup kitchen, the starving people accept the fact that they won’t be able to eat here anymore and start to think over where else they can go to get food.

Outside the crowded booth, outside the crowded restaurant, outside the busy street, outside the ‘country of freedom’, there are tens, if not hundreds, of thousands of people all around the world waiting for their next meal, not knowing if they will get to have a next meal.

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Little One-shots / Blurbs

(I wrote these on 12/19/2022 for APLANG)

I don’t remember how it got to this, but I know we were doing this to learn and test other sentence structures than what we are used to

The barn. The love of my life. Both gone. Well, one is still burning but the other is gone. She’ll never come back. Just like this barn. It’s crying, weeping, as the red-orange flames light up the night. You never know what sounds a burning barn makes until you hear it, or maybe it’s just this one. Maybe this barn is crying for me. Crying for my choice. It was my fault, if I had woken up earlier, if I had run faster, if I had dialed faster, if I had talked faster. Maybe, maybe she would still be alive. This barn too, I could have called the fire department, they could come in their bright red trucks with their ear piercing sirens. They could drench the fire and stop it in its tracks. But, for some reason, none of this happened. The only thing I’m sure happened was the burning of the barn and her.

Another burning barn. Another emotional moment. This time, I haven’t lost anyone. Instead I found someone, someone precious. Someone who, if I had to, I would run into this burning barn for. This time though, I would be sure to save her. The same thing wouldn’t happen again. I won’t have to hear her cry for help as the building, and seemingly the world burns around her. That’s what it feels like right now, the world is burning around me, but nothing else matters. I found the love of my life, I found her.

I remember for the one below we had to write a little thing with the nouns she gave us

Nouns given: Eyes, face, hands, shoulders;

I miss him; his eyes, his face, his hands, things I once knew very well are now difficult to remember.

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