[WanSham]

I loved her a lot but she brings back sad memories when I draw her 👏

Quick adoption:

Give me a snippet from their life
It can be from their childhood, what they do every morning,an event, anything👌
Word limit: 1000 words

Please only answer the prompt with these words, no extras

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ends 11/20/18

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Res!!

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res

[Werecat]

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Name:
Zenith
Prompt:

wiperoni ~ prolly a series of flashbacks until it shows what their doing rn

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Oh stars mark/res!!

[shibeboi]

Maybe mark

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res,,,

[Tea...]

Mark

[dolly]

username. dolly
name. clementine 'cleo'
prompt. [1000/1000 words]

The first words Clementine ever remembered were from a foster mother, “Little by little, day by day, okay?”

She was in a new home a month later. She shouldn’t be surprised-

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-but no one ever celebrates her birthday. It's depressing she’d gone five years without an acknowledgment, but for her it was dictating who was worthy to celebrate with her. So far, only her friend at elementary was.

Unlike others, she adored school. She had a friend and was useful, “for once” she's reminded later those days. Nothing else could compare, especially not-

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-an arrest. She’d didn't expect the day to end here. She’d been dared to enter the ‘abandoned mansion’ by the kids, but she hadn’t expected them to trick her. She figured out they’d purposely got her in trouble when she saw those amused smiles as she was escorted home by police.

She hoped permanent record wasn't tainted. No one wants the baggage, at least-

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-it wasn’t arson. Who knew a stove could start a fire that quickly.

Her heart still pounded with the heat lapping at the walls, the smoke closing around. She’d sprinted out of the house, jumping over the flames, and didn’t stop till she collapsed from the rush. She could still feel the fire licking at her. It wasn't pleasant.

Being the last kid awake, she was blamed for the fire in an instant, of course. Who knew that would’ve been the nicest part of the remaining night. She wished she could say, “-

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-I told you so”, she scoffed at the girl. Chaya was one of the few people worth caring for. Clementine had met her two weeks ago, but the woman made a lasting impact on everyone. Most of all, the friendless orphan who’d found herself in a new home.

“Yeah”, she chuckled, “I guess Demetria does like me back”

Demetria Noelle Atkins, or Demi, was the girl Chaya had been crushing on- and thanks to Cleo, dating- since she moved here along with her two sisters and brother. She’d always been more of a jock, one who’d never be interested in a softer, artistic soul like Chaya, but her new friend had proved her wrong.

She couldn’t be more-

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-angry at her partner. Here she sat, alone where Raina should be. Partners to the end, but the one time they’re caught, irrelevant. The woman fled the scene in an instant, Clementine in a police car once again.

She’d tried giving trust another chance, but it’s landed her in a cop car twice. Theirs either a wrong in the justice system or her. If only-

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-her roommate wasn’t so adorable. She remembers her promise, she’d never trust again, but Mauve made it difficult with her intoxicating nature. She’d never expected to go to college, let alone get a scholarship, but here she sat.

With the most beautiful roommate she could’ve asked for.

It ends in two ways. Falling head over heels or off a cliff. Which would hurt less? Probably-

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-not one of her best ideas, but it didn’t ruin their friendship. Mauve, the gorgeous roommate she unbelievable out of her league, was kissing her, admitting she too wanted to be more than friends, so blurting out her feelings wasn’t such a bad thing.

Life could not get-

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-weirder. They stared at her in every class, she had no clue why. She tried to convince herself it was all in her head, but finding five people looking, she knew it wasn't.

She found out later, the gossip column showed her and Mauve on one of their ‘dates’. Her girlfriends' reaction wasn’t what she had been anticipating; she was amused. Amused they took the photo from such a weird angle, she’d said.

Gods, she did love-

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-Maeve’s cheesecakes. The woman was a domestic goddess she still couldn’t believe chose her of all people to pamper for the rest of her life. Or, at least, Cleo hoped she did. A ring in her pocket burned, fire-like, watching her love in her element.

Maeve wanted to open a bakery one day and she was more than happy to try all of her treats .

She wished-

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-work wasn’t so early. Sometimes she regretted having a job when it meant less time cuddling beside her fiancé in the mornings. The bakery didn’t open until three hours later, three hours they could be enjoying each others company if she didn’t get her dream job.

She may love it, but she loves her fiancé more. She can hear Maeve’s voice calling her a sap in her head as she thinks it. Even as she slept, the woman seemed to haunt her at every moment. She wouldn’t have it any other way though.

It was sure better than-

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-any of the other deputies she’d had. Maggie Allen was something else. Maggie was hardworking, dedicated, and passionate, much like herself. If she could, she’d adopt the spitfire. She doubts her parents or sisters would appreciated that, though.

She’d also never let the kid know she's great. Tough love and all. If they could clone her…

She’d have to talk to-

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-the Moretta’s soon. They would try to stop their kids' illegal fighting rink, right? Fayette... It's hard to believe Maggie’s younger sister, and the gentlest soul around, Paris loves the woman.

She’d never admit it, but she saw Mauve and herself in them. When they met, she was a woman with little regard for her own health, always getting into fights. Mauve, the calming soul who helped her work through the anger clinging to her.

What was she without her anger, thoughts had haunted her once. Happier, she’d come to discover. Without anger weighing her, she was happier.

The happiest she’d ever been.

She couldn’t help but feel everything was worth it. She’d go through life a thousand more times to find peace.

The last words she heard later added to the glowing in her soul, “Goodnight, dearest.”

[sillies]

Username: antique skies
Name: Ana
Prompt: (Note that she is 4 in this diary entry. Spelling and grammar mistakes are intentional.)

Dear Diary,
Today, mama and papa took me to the country fair! it was a fun time, I chippeded a tooth, but I got to ate my first candy apple!
The fair was really fun! I meeted up with my friend Aleksandra and me and her went to go play some carnival games! Her and me had
a lot of fun together. We always do.


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wip!