#writersagony

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im a coward and I love too hard and I push too hard and I pull away too far and I fight too hard and I laugh too loud and I speak too softly and I take up too much space and I am still so small and I want to crawl under my mom's blanket and burrow into her side and looking at her fills me with anxiety and fear for a broken rule I didnt break and I want my dad to protect me from himself and I want to play with my sister outside and I want to move so far away I never see anyone I know ever again and I want to stay right here and fix everything thats burnt down and I want to sleep in the ashes and im a coward im a coward im a coward

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Writing Prompt 123

One day, there was a young girl who lived on a farm with her family. She was a nurse, young and pretty, and conceited to a perhaps forgivable degree.

She found herself lost - alone in a forest of grief. Her friends, her brother, and even the family dog had fallen quite ill and died. Her parents and sister, her naive but kind and gentle baby sister, had fallen prey to a confusing sort of madness. They had lost their senses, and the girl had no choice - for her own sake - to leave her home, and pray most devoutly that they would be rescued.

Only this girl - a young woman, perhaps, only just starting to explore what it meant to be human - had escaped the curse of her family.

Luckily, she'd found herself a respectable job - a lab, only miles upriver from her home, that'd been testing new-age equiment and tools, and something they'd called God's Sword, for the way the strange strip of metal seemed to glow and heat up on its own, and how the water that touched it began to cause strang evolutions in any creature that consumed it.

Surely, only a divine creator's precious tool could have such miraculous effects.

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Writing Prompt 122

The Princess looked at the walls in front of her. If she focused, she could see in the stones the shadows of the strong, ever-growing vines she and her playmates would climb in their youth. In those moments they had almost felt free.

She would climb those vines to the top, higher than the others dared to climb. At the top, she did not see more land than through the windows of her towering castle home.

But she saw possibility.

She saw freedom, on those vines. Her dreams grew with those vines, strong and stable.

They had been cut down long ago.

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Writing Prompt 121

Villain, strapped at the shoulders, arms, and legs to the medical table, listened to the metallic clatter of tools being moved around somewhere beyond their view. Their heart a constant pitter in their chest as they waited, waited, waited-

Finally, the table was turned around, and they saw Superhero above them, their white medical mask somehow making them more intimidating. And absolutely breathtaking.

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Lie to me

Villain watched Hero, fingers twitching towards their gun whenever Hero glanced back up again - paused only by remembering that they were on the same side.

For now.

"This mission..." Hero finally spoke, still pacing the room, their eyes downcast towards the carpeted floor.

"What about it?" Villain cocked their head.

"Nobody... noone's going to die, right? Except - Supervillain?"

Villain sighed. The mission in question was - dangerous. They were certain they'd die during it. Hero too, maybe. Their teams. Citizens. But certainly, Supervillain would be defeated - that was the point. Too bad Hero's, well - hero complex couldn't handle that it was was essentially a suicide mission.

"Hero-" Cillain began, rising from where they'd been precariously sitting.

"Lie."

"What?"

"Lie. Lie to me, lie for me. Just - you've always lied to me, about your plans or about your backstory. Do it again." Hero looked up at Villain, finally. Their eyes were wet with unshed tears, their pupils wide.

"...no. Nobodies going to die."

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Writing Prompt 119

"What was your plan, after all this? To go back, and pretend everything was normal? That none of this happened?"

"Pretty much, yeah."

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Writing Prompt 118

“Villain.”

“Hero…”

“I told you what would happen if I caught you here again.”

The two stared at each other from across the room. Villain’s pupils dilated, their muscles tensed as their grip on their gun tightened. Hero watched them, loose grip on their own weapon, staring down as they took another step forward.

“I didn’t have a choice, Hero.”

“No… you did.” Hero stretched, their neck cracking as they twirled their weapon in their hand. “You’ve just made the wrong one.”

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Writing Prompt 117

Hero's kid, Villain, finally being captured by the Hero team. Hero dosent recognize their kid until Sidekick rips their mask off, and nobody else even knew Hero had a kid - Villain's knocked out, and now Hero has to make a choice: save their child, or stay loyal to the team?