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Restarting a grand idea.
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writing prompt: So season follows season
"So season follows season,
there is no love, no prayer in vain!
The hardest heart still looks for reason,
the driest earth still waits for rain."
-Garnet RogersShe waited ( Read more... ) -
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"So season follows season,
there is no love, no prayer in vain!
The hardest heart still looks for reason,
the driest earth still waits for rain."
-Garnet Rogers -
Writing prompt: From Yesterday
He's a stranger to some
And a vision to none
He can never get enough,
Get enough of the one
For a fortune he'd quit
But it's hard to admit
How it ends and begins
On his face is a map of the world
(A map of the world)
On his face is a map of the world
(A map of the world)
From yesterday, it's coming!
From yesterday, the fear!
From yesterday, it calls him
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Twas beauty that killed the beast. Lost, alone, out of his element, star struck by the big city. The beast was not a beast back home, yet when he went to the big city, he was out of his element. Everything around him out shown the stars. Things were brighter, things were louder than ever he could have imagined. So he climbed. He climbed to ( Read more... ) -
Writing prompt: 'Twas Beauty killed the Beast
I don't think this is a direct quote, but it's from my memory of the words used in 'King Kong' -
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I don't the etiquette for posting this. This was inspired as a passable continuation of garlicsalter's piece, but only if it is welcome ( Read more... ) -
Writing prompt: So we'll go no more a-roving
So we'll go no more a-roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart still be as loving,
And the moon still be as bright.
For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul outwears the breast,
And the heart must pause to breathe,
And love itself have rest.
Though the night was made for loving,
And the day returns too soon,
Yet we'll go no more a-roving
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Writing prompt (from all_unwritten community): box in the attic
We’re going to Grandma’s house today. We go visit every couple of months or so. Mom always drops us off, she doesn’t stay. Laurel always cries when we go. Laurel doesn’t like Grandma’s house. Mom tells Laurel to be a big girl, stop crying Laurel! Laurel tries to stop, but she sniffs most of the way there.
Grandma is waiting in her chair. We ( Read more... ) -
Writing prompt: The world is your oyster....
What will you do with your oyster? What can it give you? A pearl? Sand? Appetizer?