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˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
she was afraid
they told her to try
and yes she failed
but with a smile
because she finally did it
and in the process she knew
the strength, the spirit, the grit
would always get her through
but she also smiled
because she was not alone
she thought she was
but they proved her wrong
˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
Prompt (iii)Aphrodite's season
a treat to all hopeful reason
everyone, everyone
caught in her spell
I remember it well
though my heart is a victim
oh, the stories I could tell
of love, lies, and affliction
but I won't dwell
will not resurface
the scars
I've done too much of that
and the stars grow ever dim
in my saddening orbit
No, I must look forward
my future burning
bright
as I reach for
the distant horizon
morning, noon, and night
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prompt ii by rosalia
The Ripple Effect: A February of Kindness
The challenge started as a casual idea, something tossed into the group chat between memes and weekend plans. "One act of kindness a day," Oliver had suggested. "For February. Something small. Just to see what happens."
No one thought much of it at first. It was just another challenge, like the fitness ones they never finished or the book club that had fizzled out. But on February 1st, they all gave it a try.
Ava started simple. She paid for the coffee of the person behind her in line. When the barista passed on the good news, the woman’s eyes lit up with surprise. “Tell her thank you,” she said, voice warm. That warmth lingered in Ava’s chest all day.
Leo, who usually kept his head down and earbuds in, decided to smile at strangers that day. It felt weird at first, like he was walking around with his face too open, too vulnerable. But then a little boy in a puffy red jacket grinned back, eyes crinkling with joy, and suddenly it didn’t feel weird at all.
Isla wrote a note to her teacher, just a simple "Thank you for everything you do." She left it on the desk and rushed out before anyone could see. The next day, she noticed the note pinned to the bulletin board. Her teacher caught her eye and gave a small, knowing smile. Isla felt lighter, happier.
As the days passed, their small acts of kindness began to ripple outward. Nolan shoveled snow from an elderly neighbor’s driveway and got invited inside for hot cocoa and stories from "the good old days." Maya complimented a classmate she barely knew and was rewarded with the brightest smile. Oliver left a kind note on a coworker’s desk, and later found one waiting for him in return.
Each moment, small as it was, created something bigger. A shift. A spark.
Halfway through the month, they realized kindness was changing them, too.
Leo, who had never been much of a talker, found himself starting conversations. Isla, who had always been a little shy, began looking for ways to reach out. Maya, who thought she had no time for strangers, realized how much a single kind word could mean.
February blurred by, filled with laughter and light. They wrote letters to friends they hadn’t spoken to in years, tipped extra at restaurants, donated books to the library, held doors open longer than necessary, and learned the names of the people they passed every day. They weren’t changing the world, not in grand, sweeping gestures, but they were making it brighter. Softer. More beautiful.
On February 28th, they met up to celebrate. Over plates of fries and milkshakes, they shared their favorite moments—the surprised faces, the unexpected friendships, the realization that kindness had a way of coming back.
“So,” Oliver said, a smirk playing on his lips. “Same challenge next month?”
There was no hesitation.
“Yes.”
Because kindness wasn’t just a challenge anymore. It was a habit, a joy, a way of living.
And February was only the beginning.
haritha (ia) wrote: "thank you rosie"ring around the rosie pocket full of posies ashes ashes we all fall down
ughhh I keep remembering this when I'm busy and forgetting it when I'm not T-T
Prompt iii
Hope is but a flickering spark,
A quiet glow within the dark.
A whispered breath, a thread so thin,
Yet strong enough to pull us in.
It lingers when the night is deep,
A promise made, a vow to keep.
Though storms may rage and skies may weep,
Hope plants its roots and burrows deep.
It hums within the weary chest,
A steady hand, a heart at rest.
It guides the lost, it lifts the weak,
It finds the words we dare not speak.
Hope is dawn after longest night,
The hush before a bird takes flight.
The dream that lingers past the fear,
The voice that says, “You’re almost there.”
So hold it close and let it grow,
Through winds that shake, through storms that blow.
For hope, once sparked, will never fade—
It lives in you, unbent, unafraid.
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Prompt iii
Hope is but a flickering spark,
A quiet glow within the dark.
A whispered breath, a thread so thin,
Yet strong enough to pull us in.
It lingers when the night is deep,
A promise ma..."
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In quiet dawns of silver hue,
Where golden embers spill anew,
Hope whispers soft, a fleeting spark,
A lantern lit within the dark.
Through tangled paths of days once lost,
Where time stood still, where hearts were tossed,
Memories rise like autumn leaves,
Carried on the breath that grieves.
Yet even in the tender ache,
The shattered past, the heart’s deep quake,
A healing touch, a gentle breeze,
Mends the soul with quiet ease.
For wounds, though deep, will learn to fade,
Like footprints washed where tides cascade,
And broken hearts, once worn and torn,
Find space to mend, to be reborn.
The past may echo, call our name,
Like distant stars that burn the same,
Yet hope walks on with steady grace,
A light that time cannot erase.
So lift your eyes where dawn unfolds,
Where sky ignites in painted golds,
For every night must yield to day—
And love will never fade away.
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Sibyl’s hand trembled, fingers looming over the glinting red button like a dark storm cloud rolling over a clear sky. No hesitation, she had told herself. But, now, she was faltering, just like she had ten years ago. She would do anything to go back to that moment, to twist fate and save her brother. Anything. That’s why she had created this machine—for this very sole purpose.
Just do it, Sibyl.
You’re a coward if you don’t.
Taking a deep breath, she looked back up at the machine, scanning its complex design. Encased in a sleek, obsidian black alloy, its pulsating blue core seemed to twinkle, humming with power—and destruction. The Chronospire, her co-workers had called it. But to her, it was only hope.
Sibyl exhaled, slow and controlled, willing her fingers to press the button. The Chronospire pulsed in response, as if sensing her hesitation; her uncertainty. The blue core’s glow intensified, casting haunting reflections on the lab’s cold walls. A whisper of static, of power, crackled through the room, reminding her of the power this machine had. The power to rewrite the past.
She clenched her jaw. No more hesitating. No more failures.
With a swift motion, she slammed her hand down on the button. A low hum erupted into a deafening roar. The room trembled, and the air grew thick, warping around her like liquid glass. The Chronospire’s gravitational field wrapped around her, pulling her into its grip.
Then—nothing.
Silence. Darkness. A sensation like falling without ending.
And suddenly—
The world snapped back into focus. The lab was gone. Sibyl was standing on cracked pavement, warm summer air clinging to her skin. The scent of damp asphalt and bitter smoke filled her lungs. Neon flashing lights, music.
This was it.
No, wait.
Sibyl’s breath hitched as she turned in a circle, her pulse a frantic drumbeat in her ears.
The intersection is wrong.
And where is the smoke?
The street was the same, but it also wasn’t. The buildings loomed taller, their facades lined with eerie, flickering holograms. The neon lights pulsed and glowed in a rhythm too alien-like. Panic gripped her. This wasn’t the night her brother had died. This wasn’t even her world.
A shadow shifted nearby, and Sibyl’s breath caught.
“James?” She called softly.
“You shouldn’t be here.” The voice responded. Sibyl turned sharply. A woman stood at the street’s end, clad in a hooded cloak. “You don’t belong here.”
Sibyl’s stomach dropped. She had miscalculated wrong. She had failed, again. The past she landed in wasn’t hers. The woman in cloak stepped closer. "Answer me. Now."
Sibyl swallowed hard. "I—I'm looking for someone." Her voice was unsteady. "My brother." The woman’s expression flickered—recognition? Doubt? Then, her jaw tightened. “No one’s had siblings in decades.” Sibyl’s blood ran cold. Decades? Before she could respond, distant sirens wailed, and the woman cursed under her breath. "They’ve already detected you. You need to come with me. Now." The ground beneath her trembled as sleek, black vehicles with blinding white lights turned the corner, closing in fast. She had no choice.
ddd.n_.xy.h wrote: "Camila🎀✨ ⁓kind of hiatus⁓ wrote: "Prompt iii
Hope is but a flickering spark,
A quiet glow within the dark.
A whispered breath, a thread so thin,
Yet strong enough to pull us in.
It lingers whe..."
awwww tysm, your too kind 🤗🤭
Prompt iiiIt happened once upon a time
But now it's forever in our hearts
Dancing beneath the stars
Spinning through time
Just me, you, and this moment
Wishing that I could
Remember it forever
And I hope that
You will remember it forever too
These memories that we
Made together
Forever to be remembered
If you happen to forget
I'll always be the
Song playing for you
Reminding you of those
Moments in time
Just you and I
Beneath the stars
When you aren't beside me
And I'm on my own
I'll remember the feel of your hand in mine
You dancing beside me
These memories may fade within my mind
But never within my heart and soul
My heart and soul will hold them close
Forever and ever
(I've never really written a poem in this format before, but I decided to try my best. I don't know if it's any good... but I hope it's okay!)
Prompt iii When I first found you, I was a thousand shattered pieces,
Falling like raindrops in a storm with no end,
I had forgotten what it felt like to be whole,
What it felt like to breathe with a crack in my chest.
But then, you came –
Not with grand gestures or promises of forever,
But with the quiet warmth of a hand that held mine,
With a smile that told me, “It’s safe here.”
You didn’t fix me,
But somehow, with you beside me,
I began to stitch myself back together,
One moment at a time.
Your voice became the lullaby that soothed my sleepless nights,
Your laughter, the medicine that eased my broken heart,
And every kiss, each touch,
Was a promise I didn’t know I needed –
That it was worth living,
Worth healing.
In your love, I found a safe place to fall apart,
And in that brokenness, I found the strength to rise.
You didn’t make me perfect,
But you made me believe that being imperfect was enough.
And now, with every sunrise,
I carry a little more of you inside me -
A piece of your tenderness,
A piece of your patience,
A piece of your love that will one day be the most beautiful part of me –
For they were made whole by the love you gave,
A love that healed me, simply by being.
(I hops it's not too late! I tried my best as this was my first poem, hope you like it hehe <33)
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The Sacrilegious1967!!tea spills at the sobering realization that life can be beautiful.
black black coffee in the way that some say.
and the spree of mad words as night shifts to day.
life can be beautiful,
at the price of stories staying unsold.
i will someday be able to find sleep peaceful,
and bathing a religious metaphor.
a fawn like me cannot fathom a lack of wanting more.
someday, life will be beautiful-like me.
ill be perceived without biting my cheeks until they bleed.
you will advocate to make art from me with your knife-like teeth.
And someday, i won’t be scared to love and leave.
i wont love at the hefty price of being daughterly.
ill want this body, first, and ill sing to the sea.
bloody red lipstick stained on a cup of coffee and cream.
I'm not in a house yet but I should be soon
(Guys I just wrote this on the floor of my living room and idek what it means 😭🙏🏼)And suddenly
The hurt is no more
Suddenly my breath comes back in waves
And the anxiety recedes into the shadows of my soul
I once again feel whole
If only for now, I’m healed
The memories come less now,
More like ripples,
Less like tidal waves
I still feel the ache in my very soul
The ache for then
For youth
For innocence
For ignorance
But then
I look around
See the good
Breathe the air
And I sigh in relief because maybe it’s finally over
Maybe I can restart
The hope acts like wings and helps me soar
And I fly
Away from the stressors
The hardships
The hurt
Because you can’t catch me now
That I’m soaring through the sky
Free
From you
Btw that was prompt iii
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ꕤ Word limit- 600 words (can be extended if you need to complete the plot but not too much)
ꕤ Due by- 31st march!
ꕤ Winners will be decided by polls!!
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i. Prompt: A scientist creates a machine to reverse one moment in time—but when they test it, something goes horribly wrong, and they realize they’ve altered more than just their own life. (sci-fi / mystery/ thriller)
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ii. Prompt: A group of friends decides to take on a challenge for the month of February: performing one random act of kindness each day. and in the process realize that these small, simple gestures have a bigger impact than they ever expected—both on others and on themselves. (heartwarming/ feel good)
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iii. Write a poem that celebrates hope, memories or healing.
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