kalon comp - ended

[nana]

this is the comp for my kal above, max!! he has such 10/10 art from some 10/10 artists here.
this is going to be a writing prompt, since he is a writer!! you can write anything you want, just aim for around 300 words!! (ps i love rhymes) thanks! this ends on january 6th!

my other comp

[Muggywort]

Res
I love him

[Yuroshi]

Maximus DeViolerre
(goes by Max, or Maxwell “because it’s like an inkwell! It’s fitting.”)

Maxwell is a writer of such a nature that some say he was born with a quill in his hand. Well, they say pen, but Maxwell finds it much more elegant to say quill, so those who know him often simply agree- he has a way with words after all. Unfortunately though, his life wasn’t all good. Regardless of how hard he worked, many looked down on him simply because he wasn’t brawny, and his elegant language often made him a target for schoolyard bullies. Even as he finished his primary schooling, other types of bullies still tormented him, constantly. He only had a single friend, besides his writing, and his pen. But in the end, it simply grew to be too much, and Maxwell “disappeared” with only one last goodbye to his loyal friend, worried he would be consumed by his sadness.
Yet, only a month later, his friend received a letter from Maxwell, the slanted handwriting familiar, and the style just as it was before- yet somehow lighter.

To My Darling, Who I Shall Never Forget, Even as the World Fades Away,

Oh, my dear, you’d never even dream
Of this beautiful place I’ve finally found.
It seems to simply be bursting at the seam,
Full of vibrant color, and wonderful sound.
There’s music and dancing, smiles reaching the ears
Of these people who are bonded by layers of fun.
They seem as if they’ve all known each other for years,
But they couldn’t have, or they’d never have accepted me as one!
You may be wondering where in the world I could be,
And I’d tell you if possible, I promise I would!
But I’m sorry my friend, just know I’m finally free
To smile, dance- to live as I should.
For now, at least, this is all I can say
As my paper grows short and I hear the music call,
But remember me, love, and think of the Fae-
I’m with them, and my dearest, I’ve no sadness at all!

With All of My Infinite Love,

. . . . . . . . Maxwell

Although his friend did not quite understand, this letter told Maxwell’s story- somehow, the writer, with his clever use of words and poetry, found his way to live underground, with the Fae. With careful word choice, and of course a hidden name, he was able to work himself into their midst where they took him as storyteller and speaker. He lives with them happily, for none can worry in the realm of the Fae, and writes stories and poems as he has always dreamed, drawing inspiration from the surreal world around him.

[mango marmalade,,]

smol

[deerbroken]

mark!

[_silentsiren_]

def a res owo

[cherubim]

mark !!!!!!

[Ohpossums]

mark

[sobble]

also markin this one

[elyx]

max — the observer
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he likes to watch. it’s his favourite pastime; sitting in the park watching the people walk by.
hearing snippets of conversations, he pieces together what he can about them.
and he writes. he writes poems about people he sees in the park, making up a life story for a
few seconds of seeing someone.
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"a flower for you
or maybe two
or maybe them all
i’d pick them all for you, my love"
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"hand in hand
they walk together
we understand
they were meant for each other"
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"bittersweet
but oh how poetic to conclude where you began
you met in the park years ago
once a place of love and affection
now heartbreak
once where we felt connection
and now it just aches"
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"you run like there’s no tomorrow
always alone
you run
it’s inspiring
the dedication
coordination
sensation
to feel the air rush by as you pass
run like the wind"
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it’s been great for his writing skills. he uses it as a warm-up, quickly writing down the first few
thoughts he had and then weaving them together in a poem.
it encouraged him. pushed him to leave his comfort zone, and inspired him to write poems
about himself. discover himself. push himself.
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"a writer at heart
pen in my hand
but oh where to start
words and symbols crash together in my head
it’s like waves
swimming in the depths
you have to let it move you
the words are in control
go with the flow
you know you can
i know i can"
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"i watch
it's what i like to do
i write
it's what i love to do
but i want more
there's more than watching what's outside
look inwards
discover yourself
become anything
just be"
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"push
push to be great
push to succeed
push to be who you want to be
there's no limits, no boundaries
just a constant need
to write, to learn,
to live"
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