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New prompt! Ends on May 20th (A little shorter this time, ik but couldn't resist lol but this time you have a choice! Title your story the number you chose!!) Good luck ^^ ~ #1: He only saw her twice. Once when he passed her in the halls and that night on the news. #2: For a man so adept to killing, his eyes were soft as they gazed at me. #3: "Why do you constantly risk your life?" "Because the alternitive is risking yours" |
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Every other week, I will post a writing prompt and whoever writes the best response will get a prize! (Prizes vary depending on entry numbers). Enjoy! EXAMPLE: Prompt: The window stood open and all I had to do was jump. MY RESPONSE: The window's off-white frame invited me to take my final steps out of this world and into a peaceful, more quiet one that was enjoyable. 'Tempting' I thought, my hand lightly brushing the edge. I took a deep breath and picked up my foot. "What the fuck are you doing?!" Kai yells suddenly, yanking me back by my waist. I gasp for air, for words, but neither come to me. "I-" I begin, his finger pressing against my lips before I can continue. "Kayla, what the hell? You thought you could just leave me downstairs, surrounded by our friends-" He says, pausing as I smack his hand away from my face. "YOUR friends, Kai, not ours. You're dumbass baseball friends! I have nobody left!" I'm suddenly yelling but nobody will hear us arguing because of the massive party just across the doorframe. "Kayla...You have me and I couldn't live with myself if you jumped." He said, looking desperately into my eyes with his hazel ones. "Kai..." I breathe, one tear, then two, then ten, so many I can't keep count until it's a steady stream down my face. "Kayla...Sh...I'm here" He coos softly in my ear, pulling he into his lap as he sits on my bed. "I love you" I choke out, drawing my tears to a stop, not meaning to have said that. His eyes are wide, something I should have expected after what i'd just said. "You...really?" He stutters, something he never does. I nod, half wanting to deny the feeling I'd been surpressing for nearly eight years. He gasps a small breath, kissing my forehead. "I love you too, Kayla" He said softly, bringing my last month's worth of dreams into a reality. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This week's prompt is: "I had imagined her coming down the aisle, but not in a casket." |
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( boyfriends pov) I asked her to marry me a week ago and she said yes, so she started planing until one day I got a call, it was her dad so I answered to a man crying " she's gone she got in a car accident you need to come to the hospital " so that's what I did I rushed to the hospital, and that week i wasn't planing our big beautiful wedding, no, I was planing your big beautiful funeral, the day of I carried your casket down the aisle, I had imagined you coming down the aisle of this church to get married to me but not in a casket, as I sit you down on your stand I took my own seat, they played beautiful songs for you and even your favorites the ones you always said you wanted played at your funeral, you would have never thought you would really be having to use those songs so soon and neither did we, one day we was planing the wedding the next the funeral |
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Of all the things running through my mind lately, this was never one of them. Standing here, bearing the weight of your casket on my shoulder alongside the other pallbearers, all I could think was how you were supposed to be walking down the aisle in the gorgeous white dress you'd told me about almost cryptically. Not like this. You told me once - jokingly, sure, but still - that at your funeral, you'd want Thanks for the Memories by Fall Out Boy playing. Always that sense of humor. Hearing it now just made my legs weak, tears threatening to spill down my face. I had to play it, though. It'd just feel wrong not to, like I was disrespecting or denying the memory of you. Memory. I suppose that's all you are now, huh? Funny how things change so quickly. Just two weeks ago, I thought we'd be spending a lifetime together, creating beautiful memories to treasure. Not reminiscing bittersweetly over good times long past. How will I ever learn to feel that joy without you? You were my world, my everything. We were supposed to get married, your father was supposed to walk you down this very aisle. Well... I guess he is, just not the way we'd wanted. I felt a tear tracing its way down my face. How tenderly you'd have wiped it away, told me don't cry baby, life's a carnival. One of your favorite quotes. The thought only made more tears come, the pain so sharp and raw, I was certain I'd fall apart. Shatter into a million pieces. |
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This has 1 week, 5 days until a winner is chosen for this round! |
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I had never wanted to come back to Russia, if so, only for your wedding. The weight of your casket felt unbearable on my shoulder as I made the way down the aisle, the one I was supposed to walk you down in that gorgeous white dress you'd picked out only a month ago. The one you'd wear with that little baby growing by the days, the one i'd become so excited over since i'd finally be a uncle. Father stood to my left, helping carry your casket with a smug and annoyed expression. Interesting, really. He mainly remained emotionless, besides anger, but that's something else. Still I can't beleive nobody's figured out it was him who did it, he was the one who wrecked into your car before running away. Coward, all he knows how to do is run. Justin, who was supposed to be your future husband, is behind me, silently crying harder then I am. Even if my face is slick with tears, collar of my suit wet from the salty droplets, his is worse. He loved you more then I ever could, even as your brother. I remember as we take the last few steps, all those memories we've had together, and my breath catches in my throat, choking back a sob. As we lower you down, I hear a few of the men around me quietly choke your favorite song. That old Russian lulluby we always sang, the one that took me so long to learn. As your casket fianlly touches the ground, we all finish the last lyric, "Спокойной ночи, любимая, спокойной ночи." Goodnight now Love, goodnight. |
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Matteo, Aspen, and Alexander were all planning the wedding between Alex and Aspen, with the help of Theodore, Natalie, and Xavier. The trio had agreed that it would be best if Aspen and Alexander were married since it wasn't legal for a three-way marriage in their state. Everything had been going wonderfully. Until Alexander and Aspen traveled to Italy to meet Aspen's grandfather after spending her entire life without knowing him. Matteo and Aspen had something more of 'someone' get in between them, so Alex was the one who traveled with her. They spent two weeks in Italy only for Matteo to get a call one night that Aspen had been attacked. Now, instead of planning the wedding, Matteo, Alexander, Theodore, and Xavier were carrying Aspen's dark brown casket down the aisle of the church. Matteo's heart aching with guilt and with ravenous fury. He had done something to prevent his ability to say goodbye to the one person who made him feel whole and alive. He hadn't been able to say goodbye to his mother, and now he was having to bury the love of his life. He was barely able to contain his heart break, but he stood strong and held himself together with every inch of his strength for his best friend, Alex. Matteo wasn't the only one hurting, and he knew that. He'd imagined walking her down the aisle in her beautiful lace wedding dress, not carrying her in a casket. |
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we wanted children after we got married but instead she is gone, the love of my life is gone! i though when she was brough down the aile, she would be in a wedding dress not in a black dress? she is dead, gone!? its not ture, she cant be dead, she cant be dead?! its not true it cant be, she is gone FOREVER? |
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And I forgot to post that the prize this time is...... 1st: 50K 2nd: 25K 3rd: 15K |
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Chilly and Clear with Dropping Temps
