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Prompts
Submitted by Stephanie:
x. just breathe
x. the flutter of wings
x. beat intoxication
x. a silent midnight garden
x. a swishing of skirts, champagne bubbles
x. the sound of bones cracking
x. crimson blood spill
x. disintigrating curtains hung on a splintered frame
x. a lonely parking lot
x. trees towering, spinning
x. fragile blossoms amongst the weeds
x. not giving in
x. soul singing
Submitted by Cindy:
x. burried beneath the snow, I left my heart...
x. when the fire errupts...
x. pretty little sea shells line my throat...
x. I grasped the rainbow between my toes...
x. a silent silohuette sunk into my lips...
x. scraps of hearts are all I have left...
Submitted by Jonica:
x. forget all these memories
x. forget all those monotonous fears
x. let it be rapturous to the blankness
x. on account of so dear
x. magnanimous to the weeping hollow of the broken soul
x. without disdain pompous attitudes from that one
x. unaccountable broken world
x. Perhaps, it is the prisoned infinite in us calling out to its kindred infinite as expressed in that visible perfection.- "Anne's House of Dreams," L.M. Montgomery
x. How often do we look up to the stars and admit- "How can there be nothing to live for?"
x. Humor is the spiciest condiment in the feast of existence. Laugh at your mistakes but learn from them, joke over your troubles but gather strength from them, make a jest of your difficulties but overcome them.- "Anne of the Island," L.M. Montgomery
x. There is so much in the world for us all if we only have the eyes to see it, and the heart to love it, and the hand to gather it to ourselves-so much in men and women, so much in art and literature, so much everywhere in which to delight, and for which to be thankful.- "Anne of the Island," L.M. Montgomery
x. The body grows slowly and steadily but the soul grows by leaps and bounds.- L.M. Montgomery "Rilla of Ingleside"
x. I like to listen. I have learned a great deal from listening carefully. Most people never listen.
Submitted by Jonica:
x. Her heart ached as she gazed into the rain
x. Tossing and turning...
x. the moon shone through her window...
x. I had so much trouble making it through that night
x. How could she go on...
x. the sword spun in the air, as if in slow motion...
x. her foot gave way, and so did the floor...
x. horrified, she took a step backward. Little did she know, that it would be her last
x. Her eyes were cold and hard. she was out for revenge.
x. she let the water glide over her...
x. She shook her head, "How could you?"
x. She had to get out
x. there were so many memories here, and she needed to get away
x. her senses were overwhelmed...
x. her eyes snaped open, and she sat up in bed panting...
x. the persperation on her brow...
x. a single tear escaped her eye, running down her face. She didn't bother to wipe it away.
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