Found another prompt on pinterest, here's what i wrote
I would like to take some time to appreciate the irony, of a god as old as eternity being mistaken.
If I were to ask you what your thoughts were about Death, the big old guy with the scythe and the creepy cloak, what would you say? That Death brings desperarion and desolation, grief and pain and nothing more. Some might even fear him.
But in this apocalyptic wolrd, things are different, because if all humans die, so does Death.
For what is the Grim Reaper without souls to reap?
Nothing, exacly.
So Death does as best he can, leaving clues, messages and warnings in his trail, hoping to help any poor soul who might look close enough to notice it. They might not be able to see him, but common sense get better as people fight for survival, and gut feelings – Death's indications, really – are often more important.
The survivors have started to realize only now that a higher being watches over them. Is it God or the Saints? No, it's Death itself. But were you to ask them, they would answer you truthfully that the entity protecting them is known as Life.
Ironic, isn't it?
At least Death thinks so, laughing every time he remembers this.
Could you write something about fairys?
In the soft twinkle of night, or in the choas of the day,
Do not fear, children, for faeries are never far away.
If only you paid closer mind,
You too would see their wings shine.
Dancing in meadows and singing in trees,
Faeries have always been near.
Those delicate beings, full of grace and love,
Sometimes perform spectacles we have grown to ignore.
For who would watch a waterfall and see in it the faeries' orchestra ?
We have long since forgotten the tune of their opera.
Once upon a time, we wished upon them,
The brightest stars to our imagination.
But now in this world full of gray,
Faeries have learnt it is better to hide away.
If I found a magic lamp, or a fairy,
I already know what I would ask the genie.
I'd wish someone would look at me
Like they are mesmerized
By a sunset or a stary night.
I'd wish someone would care enough
To hold me when days are tough,
Yet still see me as a person,
And not just a burden.
I'd wish someone would help
Paint a smile on my face
And finally bring joy to this place.
But I have no genie, no magic wand or fairy,
No wishes left, no promises kept.
I have no flying carpet or broom,
No way to get to the moon,
So I sit, wide awake, at night,
Hoping it would all be alright.
But at the end of the day,
I'm all alone and you're far away.
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My cats
Listening to music
Writing
Poetry
Art
The thing about you,
Is that I truly loved you.
And the worst thing about it,
Is that I would forgive you in a heartbeat.
But you won't return, you made it clear.
You and me is a thing of the past,
You don't ever want to be seen near.
Bed time stories are meant to last,
But there is no happy ending for us this time.
I was the villain in your tale,
Yet you were the hero in mine.
I tried to forget you, but to no avail.
I don't want to give up on our fairytale.
I signed up to my school's writing contest and we have to write a 1200 characters text. The theme is about colors.
I can't figure out whether I should write a depressing poem or a fantasy/happy/creative poem.
I know that the teachers will like the depressing one more, but I would have more fun writing something crazy and creative.
I don't know what to do.
To any suicidal followers I may have: This is a sign to not kill yourself. You are loved and the world is special because you are in it. Keep holding on.
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You are special and amazing , If you need to talk or some help send me a dm and I will talk to you.
“ For a star to be born, there is one thing that must happen: a gaseous nebula must collapse.
So collapse. Crumble.
This is not your destruction.
This is your birth. ”
Zoe Skylar
“how did you get into writing” girl nobody gets into writing. writing shows up one day at your door and gets into you