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3,2,1 by CC

Relax take a deep breath.

Count back from 3, 2, 1 and smile.

It will be over soon. But when your life only consist of 3’s and 2’s and 1’s, it seems to flash by so quickly. Every smile another memory of how you couldn’t keep it in.

An AA’s last drink until the next because somehow one just isn’t enough.

You pine for the next and before you realize it, you're picking yourself up from the ground and screaming “I’m not done yet!”.

Because if I count another 3, 2 I might not make it to 1.

The only thing holding you back from giving up is the fear that you might actually give up. That what you really want is the end and that scares you just a little too much to where you can’t stop counting.

3, 2, smile. For once, I’ll skip the 1.

That shaky relief tears at your morals and tells you to stop giving in. That the only thing keeping you here was that one piece of fear. Without it there is no me.

3, 2, 1

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Waking Up by RM

Strolling through areas and backgrounds that are filled with multiple enclosed dimensions. in every scenario a different scene is occurring yet only one at a time. Awaking every morning is more significant than you realized because the breath of life, sprawling your limbs in opposite directions and lastly yawning the life out of yourself causes an aspiration for the day to come.

Which is better drowning in dreams or living your life?

#waking up #RM #thescribes #prompt response

Shinning Light by MM

For so long I’ve become dependent on my world of light. I used it to stand, to catch me when I fell, to stop my tears, make me smile, make me laugh, help me to just live. I was like a parasite draining the light from this world. Unaware of the damage I was doing I continued, after a heart to heart with my shining light we discovered to feel the same way. My eyes now open I saw all the pain I caused.

Remembering my pain, I felt guilty for casting that pain onto someone else. I stood up on my own and looked at the world of light, flaws and fails everywhere. Without a second thought I left the world of light. My Shining Light begged me to stay, but I refused. I looked at my world and entered it. I suddenly felt everything all over again, I fell to my knees. My strength left me, my peace gone, my hope crushed. Instantly, I regretted my decision, I turned to see my Shining Light putting up walls, blocking my entrance into his world. I used my last ounces of energy to fight back, to break down those walls. Every time I would put a crack in the wall, my shining light would fix and strengthen it.

A terrible feeling settled in my gut. I did this, not only did I tear away my own happiness, I hurt my Shining Light. I hurt him and he wanted nothing more to do with me. Any light I had disappeared, I went to the center of my world of dark. Every fear, mistake, disappointment, tear, scream, every ounce of pain in my live was relived. I wanted nothing more but to make it stop, I looked at the wall that separated me from the light filled world. I tried again asking for reentry, it didn’t work. I lost myself in my memories, my past, it all haunted me.

Suddenly none of that mattered, through it all there was one person that remained faithful to me. Myself.

I looked at the pitch black that surrounded me, I would not stand for this. I discovered that I had become too dependent on my Shining Light, I was selfish in wishing for my own pain to end, I never noticed I caused pain in the process. I would have no more of that, so I looked for my own strength.

With everything in me, I stood up, on my own. I straightened myself out and continued to stand. The darkness surrounding me attempted to push me down, but no longer would I let misfortunes lead me.

I didn’t need someone to be my shining light I could be my own.

Of course, I would always be grateful. If that light hadn’t been in my life. I would have given into my pain. I wouldn’t be where I am, my gratitude belongs to my Shining Light. What was done for me is most certainly meant to be passed on. With these racing thoughts I pulled out my inner Light. I was no longer only lit on the outside, but on the inside as it was just me now. My world of dark lit up higher than ever before. My world of dark would always have its flaws, but I was strong enough to overcome any pain. This is the lesson my shining light taught me.

And I will teach it to many more to come.

#shinning light #MM #thescribes #prompt response

Poem #1 by CC

Every word a another prayer to a silent god,

A whisper the bible that was never open,

Your only savior a piece of paper burned at the stake,

With all your dreams engulfed in flames and hop turned to ashes,

I believed that a paper and pen could shed light on the truth,

But all I could find was the shadow of the devil every doubt flooded with desire to give in,

Truth, faulty, and desperation the human design,

For every inch of your body aches from resistance,

The only way to make it stop is to give in,

To the perfectly positioned poison pressing against your lips,

Rain dripping against your steaming face desperation in your eyes pulling me in,

Pausing toying and playing with my envy of release

But I stand for my answer for giving my devotion to the pen stroking the paper

Facing your beast of temptation trying to stop me,

Pausing for a prayer a word of wisdom striking their face freedom fly’s off your lips,

Playing with strands of your hair projecting your future

The heavens a final resting place as your pen breaks.

#poem 1 #CC #thescribes #prompt response

What’s Behind the Door?by FJ

Heart rushing, hand trembling, I reached out to open the door. When my hand touched the hard knob a chill went through my spine. I was about to swing the door open but then it hit me! I didn’t know what was behind the door. I also didn’t know where I was, where the door led to, why I needed to go through the door, or why it looked so familiar.

The possibilities for what was awaiting me were endless. It could be a monster, a friend, an enemy, someone from my past, my parents, a serial killer for all I know. Suddenly, I backed away from the door, too scared to open it.

I then realized that this was just a dream. I felt calm, even relaxed at first. Then, the fear crept in. If this was a dream, then why is this door here, or what would I have put behind the door?

I started thinking about my fears, my encounters, my grades, my mistakes, my insecurities, my flaws, etc. It seemed that the space around me began spinning and my stomach seemed to bottom out.

The terror slithered over me filling me with anxiety. Was this door here to show me what’s holding me back? Was this door a representation of me not realizing what things I can achieve? Is this door here to hold me back? Can I even open this door?

I had had enough. I swallowed my fear and pushed back all my stress-inducing thoughts. I marched up to the door with an unpredicted amount of confidence in myself. I grabbed a hold the door knob and yanked the door back so hard I thought it might’ve broken off its hinges.

My heart dropped. My eyes stung. My breath ceased. What was before me was my worst nightmare, something that didn't even cross my mind. It was a fear I didn't even realize I had. It was an insecurity I had looked over.

What was on the other side of the door was me.

#what's behind the door?#FJ #thescribes #prompt response

Light and Dark Paths by LP

Sometimes I think you have to leave the light or the path or whatever euphemism that expresses good, to find your way. Sometimes spending time in a dark place is just what you need. For some people it makes them realize that this place is not for them, that they don't want to be there, that there is something better out there for them. On the other hand there are some people that have walked or lived in the light for however long or however short and they lose their way. They lose their way and wind up falling into a darkness. A darkness that can either keep them forever, for a short amount of time, or for a long amount of time. Either way, how long the person spends in the darkness is up to them. If they spend forever there, it may be because they didn't realize that they had lost their light, or it may be because they don't know how to get back to their light filled path. But these people who don't spend forever in darkness and manages to escape back into or for the first time ever into the light, the darkness was just a revelation or realization that they need to change or change something in their lives.

Right now though I am I have no idea what I am walking through. Am I walking through darkness, feeling my way on my hands and knees, trying to stay on the path? I honestly can't say. Hopefully, I'll be able to look back later on and decide.I hope that if I am walking the light-filled path that my dark path still has a long way to come. Because it will come, one day whether I want it to or not.

#light and dark paths #LP #thescribes #prompt response

What Kind of Person Do I Want To Be? by LP

Not being able to see in front of me while wandering through an old abandoned warehouse my friends dared me into going n is not the safest thing I've ever done. It's so dark in here that I couldn't even see my hand in front of my face. I tried searching for a light switch when I first walked in, feeling along the walls, but after the fifth time I stumbled and fell to my knees I decided to just sit against the wall and not think about how stupid was to agree to this. I try to take deep breaths to avoid an anxiety attack but not being able to see anything is not the ideal situation to be in to avoid anxiety attacks, especially when I was stuck here until morning when I could find my way out of this place.

Resigning myself to spending the night I took off my jacket and laid down. Being in complete darkness like this, not being able to see anything, started to make me wonder about how it would be to spend the rest of your life like this. Blind essentially. Everything staying dark 24/7, never being able to see the sunlight or see colors again. You'd definitely have a different perspective on life and people. Not being able to see things means you that you may have to rely on people a little bit more than normally and in this day in age I'm not sure that's a good thing. People today are unpredictable; whereas one person may stop ti help someone in need another would just keep on walking.

Would I be the type of person to keep walking or stop and help? The type to willingly gives things up for others, to help others? I honestly have no idea. But I know when I wake up in the morning, when I see the light i will become that person that stops to help others. Because there's something about walking in the light after being in darkness for so long. Something that makes you want to never feel that helpless and paranoid feeling, which is only felt in the dark, again. A feeling that only goes away when in the light. After being in the dark for this period of time, however short, makes me never want to leave the light again.

#what kind of person do i want to be?#LP #thescribes #prompt response

The Closed Door by LP

Locked. Shut. Bolted. Closed. Whatever you want to call it, the door won't open, budge, or anything. No matter how hard I try. I've done everything I know how. I even tried Alohomora, wishfully thinking that the door would respond to something other-worldly. I wish I had a steele to try an opening rune just for the fun of it. It's amazing I can still make jokes right now...as all around me is darkness. No matter where I turn or position myself I can't see anything but pitch blackness. Laughter and light have n place in a world like this. I say world and not place because the realm where your mistakes and wrongdoings live-past or future-is a real world that haunts you in your darkest moments and in moments of insecurity.

But the key to escaping this horrible world I have realized is to come to the realization that your mistakes don't define you. They hold no power over you unless you give them power. Once you've realized this and when God gives you the strength anything can or will happen, even the impossible--like opening a closed door that you weren't strong enough to open before. That you weren't motivated or in control enough to open before. Anything can or will happen like dissipating the darkness as if it were never there before. Letting light pour out of you, your actions, your choices,, and anything else you put your mind to. All of that will happen when you stop letting your mistakes define you and let God define you, let Him open that locked, shut, bolted, closed, unopenable door for you.

#the closed door #LP #thescribes #prompt response

Muse by MM

We all walk around with our eyes opened, yet we do not see. Most people will walk around blind for the rest of their lives. We see everything, yet we see nothing at all. Most people have a muse, I am no different, but there is a big difference between our muses. People will get inspiration from breakups, heartbreaks, family problems, pain, almost anything negative. The view on this world is so negative, hopeless, painful, endless suffering, this is what people see.

This is what I saw.

And then I opened my eyes.

I was blind, but now I see. I see the spark children carry, the hope the old hold, the happiness in a parent’s eyes, the love of newlyweds. I changed my view on this world, I found a new muse, a new inspiration. my muse is the cries of a newborn baby, the joy of a new mother and father, the innocent and lively laughs, the big goofy smiles, the toothy grins, the nervous gestures, the first kiss, the vows of a new married couple, the love between the elderly, the true happiness of the people. My muse is the urge to help, to support, to relieve pain, all in hopes to make a difference. My muse is the small things in this world that still give me hope, hope for a second chance for humanity.

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Taking off my glasses by JP

Not being able to see is not for me. It's like taking off my glasses because when I do I can't see and that scares me. It's like depriving myself of something I should have. I'm taking away the thing that helps me see. So I end up feeling helpless and a little bit useless. I feel like I have a disadvantage because I can't see without my glasses. I really don't like feeling this way.

#taking of my glasses #thescribes #prompt respone #JP #writing prompts

Darkness by MM

In every version of this world, there is darkness. there is no escape from the dark, but there can be light in the dark. From childhood it never mattered to me on how much light there was, I only ever stayed in the darkness. My mind was wild, my thoughts unstoppable, and my feelings mixed. As I grew older, I learned to control all of this, until recently. A dark shadow has remained in my world for awhile, but this darkness has opened my eyes. I may live in the darkness, but now I see the dark in everyone's world.

With this insight, I became motivated to help. With friends, who shouldered everything, I felt the need to help. I began helping all of these people, and to be honest, in my ways of helping...I became more aware of my darkness. I began to understand the feelings of my darkness, with more understanding my hatred increased. I loathed my darkness and was willing to do anything for it disappear. Desperate, I screamed for a light, I searched for the light in my friends, I had been their light, could they not return the favor?

No. Thoughts of darkness filled me, I was almost consumed by it. Then, there came a figure, but this figure was pure light. This figure reached out his hand, and pulled me away. This figure took me away from my world of darkness, and put me in their world of shining light. I saw the dark in their world, but they never neared it. I was welcomed into this world, I wasn't alone anymore. With gentle actions this figure helped me adjust to this new world. Unaccustomed to this world I felt the need to return to my world.

As I neared it once again, the figure reached out and pulled me back. I was stunned by its persistence, I was silenced by its words, and I broke down. I spilled everything that was held within me, this figure helped me and dried my tears. Slowly as I spoke, my body of darkness transformed into the light. With this new me, I finally felt like I belonged in this world of light. My world forgotten, I began a new life in this world that I shared. This figure of light supported me, and helped me to stand. I learned that I was never meant to be in that world of darkness, and with this renewed strength, I returned to my world and pulled others out. It took me awhile to realize who my light was, but one day my light revealed its true form. It was then that I saw my light's face, and I will never forget it.

#darkness #writing prompts #prompt response #thescribes #MM

My Sky by AM

In nature I find peace and where I go to remember what I had almost forgotten.

It’s the place where the wind greets me with a hug and where the trees wave hello.

Then there’s one friend who’s always ready to see me.

He is the sky.

From day to night, he is always there and beautiful no matter when.

During the day he shines so brightly that he’s hard to see, but in the night when the darkness falls and few get to see him, he is serene and sweet.

His eyes covered in thousands of stars leads me to gaze in awe.

There are days when he hides from me by covering his face with dark clouds, but I know he’s sad because I can feel his tears as they fall on my face.

I could watch the sky forever, so I never forget that person who was once my sky.

#my sky #prompt response #thescribes #AM

The Secret by FJ

It was a fateful, cold day when I got off the metro train. As I walked along the platform, a figure immersed in shadows, brushed up against me. I then realized they grabbed my arm and I was stopped dead in my tracks. I couldn’t form any words, actually I couldn't form any thoughts. Then, the figure got up close and whispered a warm, faint message in my ear. They walked away and I was frozen. Panic-stricken, I stood there like I was waiting on something to happen for the person to come back and reveal the meaning behind the cryptic message. I turned around, yet no one was there.

The voice of the stranger sounded familiar, like an old acquaintance. The voice was jagged like rocks, yet comforting like a blanket. the message, the meaning, the person all trapped my mind in a conundrum. My head was spinning and I started to cry. The secret, one way conversation this familiar stranger had with me burned. It felt like white-hot flames were licking my ears, and then just like the ocean a tide of peace and tranquility washed over me.

I knew who the stranger was what they meant, and I loved them too.

#the secret #short story #prompt response #thescribes #FJ

The Scribes #10

“The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say.”

~Anais Nin

May 19, 2015

Prompts:

Write about the anniversary of a special date.

Write about putting trust in someone who you shouldn't have.

Write about a point in life where things will turn for the better or the worse.

Write about when being honest was an option.

What do you hate about writing?

3 Ways to Make a Good Villain:

Don’t make it too obvious

Make the villain appear as the good guy occasionally

Consider creating a villain with motives and characteristics that are easy to identify with.

It makes them more complex and gives the readers mixed feelings about the villain.

Reminder that although your villain may be a psychotic sociopath, they are still human too.

Avoid making your villain the devil or Satan, unless you've added a lot of background to make that character more interesting

Again, don’t make the villain character too obvious or predictable.

Try to get your reader thinking by adding more depth to the villain and by giving the readers enough background on the character to make them feel a shred of compassion or sympathy...but not too much.

(From missliterati.com)

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