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Prompt- jugs
Writing paints images with words. A world woven in ink, seen through the mind's eye. But hieroglyphics and pictographs are different. They are words yes. But they are also images. The sight of the words themselves are an artform. The beauty is seen both with the mind and with the eyes. There's also a directionality to hieroglyphics that words don't. You see, hieroglyphics can go in different directions. But English only goes left to right. People today cannot achieve the freedom and beauty that the ancient Egyptians had with their words, carved forever in limestone and granite.Prompt: knitting
I had thought that I could knit. Well, not anymore. I was putting a bandage on my finger- who knows how I got this injury. Looking at my lopsided scarf, I knew I couldn't give this to anyone as a gift. Especially my prestigious family. Bundled it in my arms, and walked down the street. While waiting for a bus to go get something from a store for my family I noticed a girl staring at me. She had dark hair, dark circles under her eyes, and thick eyelner. I gave her a smile and handed her my horrible scarf- at least it would go somewhere. "You want it?" She took it with a suprised look and a smile. Little did I know that the ugly scarf had saved that girl's life.
Prompt: Horror
My heart was pounding in my chest- it almost sounded like footsteps on my staircase. I sat up, knowing that if I were to be attacked, I would be an easy catch lying down. All of my nerves were on edge as I heard a sinister voice calling my name. It tried to sound friendly, it tried to sound welcoming. But beneath that friendliness was a string of evil and deception, woven thickly under its welcoming mask. And yet- I was drawn to it. You really couldn't blame me. I was seven years old. I walked to the edge of the stairs, peering into the darkness. I was waiting. Waiting for a visitor, a ghost, an enemy, an attacker...I was was waiting for death.But there was no one there.
That actually happened to me when I was seven. No joke.
Prompt: cliff-jumping
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Friends and family had called me crazy; stupid, idiotic, wild, a daredevil, mad. But I didn't feel that way. I just felt somehow happy-I felt like I was properly living.
I looked to my best friend, smiled and gave him the thumbs up, and stepped towards the cliff face, not looking back. Under my breath I counted; one, two, three...
Suddenly I was in the air, drifting for a half a second, and then I was plummeting down the cliff face.
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Emelia{Get out. I need to go to my mind palace} {geronimo!}
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Love is a bit like soap isn't it? So lovely smelling that you just want to envelop yourself in it. It soon runs out though. If you hold it too tight it just jumps right from your grasp and no matter how much you try, you can't get a hold of it. But soap is a funny thing, you never know how long it will last until you give it a try...
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Suddenly it appeared, two long, white and grey ears sticking out from the hole. Tegan held her breath, keeping as still as possible.
The rabbit bounded out from its home and through the grass, sniffing at the dirt and pebbles. Tegan shifted, a stick cracking under her feet. She bit her lip as the rabbit looked up, its nose twitching.
Tegan drew a deep breath and stepped out from behind the tree. The rabbit was motionless. Tegan held out the carrot that she had gripped for so long.
"Come on, rabbit. Eat the carrot," she urged in a whisper. "You know you want it."
The rabbit warily crawled forward, sniffing the carrot from a short distance. Tegan stood stock still, her heart pounded. The rabbit neared, glancing at her every few seconds. It began to nibble at the carrot. Tegan smiled and gently lowered it to the ground.
"Enjoy, little rabbit," she said, and tip-toed away to leave the creature in peace.
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Why do elephants eat peanuts? I mean seriously, that is really weird. Do they even eat peanuts? In the real world, I mean. I've seen them eat peanuts on shows, but is that just animation, or do elephants actually enjoy eating peanuts? That is what I am wondering.New prompt - chocolate.
chocolate- hard, thick, and rich on the outside...gooey and sweet in the center. how it melts in your mouth and you are enveloped in the rarity of chocolate. can anything else be sweeter?prompt: lemons
Lemons... It's so funny to watch babies eat lemons because they don't know that an extremely sour explosion is coming up. And the best part is their reactions!! I actually think lemons are just angry fruits, and they don't want other people to be happy if they can't be happy! We'll that escalated quickly... Ahhh lemons...
New prompt: dancing
New prompt: dancing
It's annoying, the power of singing and dancing. One moment it was silent and calm, the next, a girl starts twirling about in the middle of the cobblestone junction. The band of low-lively musicians beside her had their eyes lit up by her graceful, yet strong, moves. Then they replace the dark tune meant for funerals with a cheerful song everyone sang to during harvest season to thank God. Honestly, I hate cheerful music. I love the funeral one. It has more meaning that this foolish and blind song. But apparently, no one is bothered by my sulking expression. The girl is drawing in strangers to her and the band, pulling them in to join her festive little jig. I scowl with disapproval, but I should have known, music and dance just breaks all humane limits and boundaries. I turn away, stalking towards the shadows, but soon, I'm grabbed by the hand and pulled into the dance as well.
There goes my dignity.
Prompt: Radio
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The music that blared from the radio was only a muffled sound in my ears. I couldn't believe it. My father was gone, murdered. Stabbed. I would never have a father again.
Suddenly the music was interrupted by a new report. I came back to reality to listen; Mum turned the speakers up.
"We interrupt this programme of a breaking news report," said the radio. "After a tragic stabbing of a 43 year old father of two, it was believed the killer dumped the body in a ditch and fled the scene after someone walked by."
Tears pricked my eyes but I wouldn't let them fall.
"The killer is described as a tall, burly man with brown hair and a brown beard. He was wearing a black jumper and dark green jeans and black work boots. If anyone has any information about the criminal we advise you to call Crimestoppers on..."
Mum turned the radio down. There was no need to listen anymore.
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I always loved the lantern festival. It made Lily Park, a shabby area that consisted of a grassless hill made up of dry dirt, a murky pond, and a small uninviting play area covered with graffiti into a colorful, happy place. The local elementary school kids always painted these small and circular lanterns for a random charity, put them on strings, and hung strings of beautiful lanterns from one of the park's bare, depressing trees to the next. It definitely lit up the place...pun intended.
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The beach was abandoned. There was absolutely no one around, but it was a large beach, and very popular. So why was there no one here today? It was so strange, I almost thought the end of the world was upon us, and panicked. But then I told myself to stop being stupid, and to enjoy the day. I did have the beach all to myself. But it wasn't as cheery and exciting without the bustle of hundreds of beach-goers.
Prompt-dinosaurs
I strolled across the shore, hot grainy sand and sharp shells stabbing my foot. My neck was killing me from avoiding the sun's powerful rays. I scan the beach, searching for any sign of human life. "Where is everyone?" I wonder again. I see the seagull from earlier, screeching and roaring. "Wait! Roaring?" I ask myself. I look up and my vision wavers as the sun glares at me. I glance at the sky again and my breath stops when I realize that the supposed seagull was actually a pterodactyl! Could it be that dinosaurs aren't extinct? Is it even possible? My spine shivers and I run for it.
Concept: Vehicle
Aah got it.I was running late, shut the door to my apartment locked the door. It was raining so while I was dashing toward my car I was searching my pockets for the car keys. Oops they weren't there. UGH had to rush back, unlock the front door run to the dirty cloths hamper to search the pair of pants from the day before, yep there it is the single key and electronic key fob. Toss yesterday's slacks back into the dirty laundry pile, shut and lock the front door, dash back to the car. Press the unlock button, open the car door toss the backpack onto the passenger seat. I shut the driver's door put the key in the ignition while reaching for the seat belt. Fasten the seat belt and have to poke around to get the key in the ignition. Turn the key and.... "click, click, click" UGH The Car Battery is DEAD! Time to call the Auto Club (AAA here in the states "American Automobile Association")
Prompt: Pencils
Nobody wants to try?Prompt: Pencils
The test was coming. I'd dreaded it all day. I had stayed up all night last night studying and I could hardly keep my eyes open. I prayed that I didn't forget anything as I filed into my classroom and took all my stuff out of my bag, getting ready for the test. My mind held this itching feeling that I forgot something but I ignored it as the teacher passed out our papers. I was ready for this, I could do this, I knew all of this. I looked at my test, then at my desk and I gasped aloud. I forgot my pencil.
Prompt: dragons