- Seriuosly but in some parts I tried to be funny (wich Works pretty bad )
TheSongOfTheStars wrote:Welcome Ufos! I'm Free/Song/Star or you can just abbreviate and call me TSOTS. Watch out for carrots! They're quite deasly to us writers.
Guuuuys I joined 2 more prompt challenges, what do i doooooo?
TheSongOfTheStars wrote:Welcome Ufos! I'm Free/Song/Star or you can just abbreviate and call me TSOTS. Watch out for carrots! They're quite deasly to us writers.
Guuuuys I joined 2 more prompt challenges, what do i doooooo?
ufos wrote:@winged-backpack aw, man. i’m sorry about that. writer’s blog sucks big time. i hope you get some inspiration soon!
do you do outline? i know it can be a pain in the but, but it definitely helps reduce writer’s block for me when i actually have some idea of what needs to happen next.
It’s been three years.
I close my eyes. Let the wind brush against my skin like soft fingers, let them trace my profile. For a few moments, I let myself feel nothing. The dark hole inside me is just that - a dark hole. Nothing matters. But only for a few seconds. Upon opening my eyes again, the wave of pain comes rushing back.
I’m wearing a black, shoulderless dress that reaches down to my knees. It’s cheap and simple, and yet has so much meaning. Maybe not to others, because they will never understand. They don’t know what we had. They never will.
In my hand are a handful of flowers. They’re for him.
The graveyard in front of me is so empty, so quiet, it looks nearly haunted. However the daylight tells me otherwise, even with the grey clouds covering the entire sky. Makes it… less creepy. I don’t want to think about how this place looks like at night.
I’m still standing in the gate that leads into the graveyard, not daring to walk further. After all, I promised myself not to cry. Not today. But right now, I’m unsure I can take one more step and not let the tears pour like rivers. My heart beats loud and fast. I can hear it inside of my head, and I can feel it in my entire body. I think I can even feel the blood rushing through my body, and my face, and it takes me a moment to realise those are tears that I’m feeling.
I drop the flowers in my hand, and turn around. And I walk away.
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