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Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2012 11:13 pm

I'm somewhat regretful to say this, but I am quitting! I have started a novel and I want so bad to finish it and try to publish and as we all know, it's not a walk in the park. I am saddened to leave this hanging but I want nothing more than to finish my novel, which I have completely fallen in love with.

Good luck to everyone else! Hopefully, I can come back and conquer the challenge when I finish! heart

Prompts:

Week I
001.New Beginnings
002. Cause/Effect
003. Peace of Mind
004. Childhood Memories
005. Speed
006. Mayhem
007. Gilding a Lily

Week II
008. First Romance
009. Orchards
010. Disillusionment
011. Guardian Angels
012. Different Ways of Thinking
013. Consequence
014. Gratitude

Week III
015. Explosion
016. Money
017. Traveling Alone
018. Irony
019. Lust
020. Identity Crisis
021. Being Replaced

Week IV
022. Jealousy
023. Insanity
024. Snow Day
025. Sculpture
026. Obsessive Compulsive Disorder
027. Monsters Under the Bed
028. Japan Earthquake and Tsunami

Week V
029. Wonder
030. Highs and Lows
031. Catastrophe
032. Betrayal
033. Rules
034. Tomorrow
035. Rock 'n' Roll

Week VI
036. Refugee
037. Queen of Hearts
038. Hangman
039. Magic Tricks
040. Radio
041. Prostitution
042. Celebrating a Birthday

Week VII
043. Swearing
044. Parade
045. Phobias
046. Suicide Notes
047. Emotional Paranoia
048. Missing Puzzle Pieces
049. Black Balloon

Week IIX
050. Graffiti
051. Empathy
052. Strangers
053. Pockets
054. Having a Stroke
055. Promises
056. Medicine

Week IX
057. Social Ladder
058. Four-Leafed Clover
059. Divorce and Separation
060. Brothers and Sisters
061. Perfume
062. Adoption
063. Blue Jeans

Week X
064. Paper Airplanes
065. Marijuana
066. An Open Door
067. Hiding Behind Lies
068. Archery
069. 1990s Cartoons
070. An Asian Food Market

Week XI
071. A Night to Remember
072. The Moon
073. Guidance
074. Dyed Flowers
075. Wheelchairs
076. Dedication Pages on Books
077. A Panic Attack

Week XII
078. Black and Blue
079. A Beautiful Place
080. Innocence and Guilt
081. Romance Addiction
082. Selfishness
083. Mockingbirds
084. Always a Bridesmaid

Week XIII
085. "Break a Leg"
086. Taking Initiative
087. College
088. Drama Queens
089. Unforeseen Tragedy
090. Loving Across Time
091. The Four Seasons

Week XIV
092. Abortion
093. Gunshots
094. A Masquerade
095. An Unexpected Twist on the Ending
096. Restless
097. Running Away
098. An Unknown Truth

Week XV
099. Persephone
100. Enlightenment
101. The Martyr
102. Alice in Wonderland
103. Wiseman
104. Natural Wonder
105. The Island

Week XVI
106. Eden
107. Drowning
108. Gamble
109. Thicker than Water
110. Clear Blue Sky
111. Rain
112. Drowning

Week XVII
113. Dead End
114. Stargazers
115. Insomnia
116. Skyscrapers
117. Butterfly
118. Smoke Screen
119. What Lies Beneath

Week XIIX
120. Losing Control
121. Unfaithful
122. Asylum
123. Injury
124. Karma
125. Dancing
126. Enchantment

Week XIX
127. Shadow
128. Red
129. Eagle
130. Extreme Behaviors
131. Soundtrack
132. Books
133. Lithium

Week XX
134. Paralysis
135. Holiday
136. Safety
137. Secret Wishes
138. Dishonor
139. Accusations
140. Motorcycle

Week XXI
141. Requiem
142. The American Dream
143. Solo
144. Leaving Home
145. Climb
146. Pressure
147. Test

Week XXII
148. Electricity
149. Amber
150. Bible
151. Shock
152. Glass Jar
153. Dragonfly
154. Truth or Dare

Week XXIII
155. Relativity
156. Reaction
157. Winter
158. Dolls
159. Ink
160. An Instant
161. Lullaby

Week XXIV
162. Spider Webs
163. Fortune Telling
164. Yin and Yang
165. Slavery
166. Confetti
167. Rooftops
168. Justice

Week XXV
169. Scream
170. Fabric
171. Circus
172. Observation
173. Sand
174. Love Letters
175. Orchids

Week XXVI
176. Owl
177. Metal
178. Exhale
179. Intoxication
180. Color Blindness
181. Flesh
182. Diary

Week XXVII
183. Vacancy
184. Sickness
185. Playing with Fire
186. Before
187. Sweet Nothings
188. Asthma
189. Stormy Skies

Week XXIIX
190. Red Lipstick
191. Scissors
192. Reflection
193. Black Cat
194. Siren
195. Shallow
196. Little Things

Week XXIX
197. Choke
198. Static
199. Snowflake
200. Honey
201. Catch
202. Stars in the Attic
203. Fairy Tales

Week XXX
204. Misunderstood
205. Illumination
206. Photograph
207. Imagine
208. Strawberry
209. Stripes
210. Spontaneously

Week XXXI
211. Dust
212. Chastity
213. Daybreak
214. Werewolf
215. Eyes
216. The Thirteenth Floor
217. Goodbye

Week XXXII
218. Computer
219. Just Hold On
220. Cross
221. Concepts of Hell
222. Remembering 9/11
223. Monsters
224. Practicing Tolerance

Week XXXIII
225. Broken Frames
226. Drive
227. No Time
228. Wind
229. Flag
230. Rules
231. Rebellion

Week XXXIV
232. Hybrid
233. Sweet Sixteen
234. Poison
235. Sleeping Beauty
236. Burning
237. Buzzed
238. Pearl

Week XXXV
239. Sword
240. Wizard of Oz
241. Freedom
242. Blue Rose
243. Codes
244. Decisions
245. Trickery

Week XXXVI
246. Peril
247. Million
248. Beauty
249. Tattoo
250. Whip
251. Tactics
252. Battlefield

Week XXXVII
253. Tomorrow
254. Daily Life
255. Language
256. Adolescence
257. Paradise
258. St. Mark’s Place
259. Blessings

Week XIIL
260. Thunder
261. Prison
262. Train
263. Abandonment
264. Sacrifice
265. Do Not Disturb
266. Traps

Week XIL
267. Challenge
268. Starvation
269. Alcohol
270. Spiral
271. Ashes, Ashes...
272. Triangle
273. Introverted

Week XL
274. True Colors Shown
275. Portrait
276. Model
277. Shutterbox
278. Diamond
279. Puppet
280. Actor

Week IXL
281. Two Roads
282. Beauty
283. Murder
284. Lost
285. Value
286. Sobriety
287. Sweaters

Week IIXL
288. Tulips
289. Resting Place
290. The Folly
291. Love Stories
292. Crows
293. Sunsets
294. December

Week VIIL
295. A Room
296. Victory
297. Defeat
298. Tiger
299. Peach
300. Candle
301. Personality

Week VIL
302. Dreams of a City
303. Ice
304. Fire
305. Legacy
306. Law
307. Flying
308. Fight

Week VL
309. Single
310. Hesitation
311. Healing
312. Fantasy
313. Building
314. Hero
315. Disguise

Week IVL
316. Soul Reborn
317. Between the Lines
318. Fireworks
319. Can’t
320. Soccer
321. Heat
322. Raising the Bar

Week IIIL
323. Live Your Life
324. Parents
325. Transcending Time
326. In Spite Of Which
327. Naked
328. Further
329. Outcasts

Week IIL
330. Calling
331. Alternatives
332. Elevator
333. A Bad Decision
334. Slow Down
335. Past Forgiven
336. Tree

Week IL
337. Last One Standing
338. Drifting
339. Soldiers
340. The Right Reasons
341. Lists
342. Open Relationship
343. Riot

Week L
344. Invisibility
345. Second Chance
346. Bridge
347. Disturbed
348. Stitches
349. New Year’s Day
350. The Mile

Week LI
351. Perfect
352. Hurt
353. Exit
354. Good Riddance
355. Funhouse
356. Dark Horse
357. Sin

Week LII
358. If I Stay
359. Misguided Valentine
360. Pick Up the Pieces
361. The Bitter End
362. Missing You
363. Follow Me
364. Leave Together

Finale
365. Returning Home

Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2012 11:35 pm

New Beginnings

He opened his eyes. He felt as if he had just woken up but he couldn't remember ever going to sleep. And if he had gone to sleep, why would be be asleep on the hardwood floor of the living room?

He turned his head, suddenly sound drifted into his ears. At first he was swarmed by frantic mumbles until the sound registered as the cries of his loved ones.

His mother and sister were crying hysterically. He called out to them but they wouldn't respond. His gaze darted to the corner. His good friend was curled in the fetal position. "Nathan," he called out. "Nathan. Nate! Damn it! Why won't anyone answer me? What the hell is going on?"

He looked down in frustration, noticing a red pool surrounding his feet. He followed the red puddle with his eyes until it lead him to the answer. There he was, laying in his father's arms. On his neck was a small hole, spurting excessive amounts of fluid.

He remembered everything. How sweet, he thought, to die for the people he loved. His father held his lifeless shell, muttering teary i love you's and futile please don't leave me's as he kissed his forehead and brushed his hair back.

He never said I love you back. He didn't have to. Even clasped in the hands of death, his eyes were the purest windows into his fading soul. He smiled with tears in his eyes. He never wanted to leave the ones he loved alone and in mourning but he could never be more satisfied with the risk he took for them.

Now they could have their new beginning. And so could he.

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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2012 10:09 pm

Cause/Effect

He sat by the shore of the lake, There were no waves, only the stillness of the water and the swimming of the fish. He looked up towards the grey sky that swirled with clouds.

Warm, calming winds blew past his face. It smelled like the water. So pure and serene.His back rested against the bark of a tree, and his fingers chipped away at the rough bark.

He picked up a smooth black rock, rounded at the edges and tossed it skillfully into the water, skipping it a few yards, causing the water to ripple at every skip.

One of the most simple moments in his existence. Yet, he has never been more content.

Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 10:12 pm

Peace of Mind

The thing about dying, is that when one lives a morally good life and meets an honorable end, that one lives the rest of their existence with peace of mind.

The pondered that statement for a moment and looked around him. Everything was peaceful. There was a sweet silence in the air, the kind that makes you feel warm and secure, that rocks you to sleep in the night.

Maybe he got out easy. He is young forever, he will never die. And all it took was a single moment of bravery. A single moment of love for another that was strong enough to push him to the greatest sacrifice.

He has peace now and all it took to obtain the peace was to endure chaos. Well deserved, he smirked to himself. Now he played the waiting game but it was easily won.

He took his victory and wore it like a crown, back rested against a tree and smirk firm on his face. Maybe he had lost a battle but he won his war.

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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2012 10:42 pm

Childhood Memories

The chubby faced blonde toddler squealed in excitement. His smile pushed his little dimples in as far as they could go.

His father scooped him up and they laughed together, truly happy as his mother stood in the doorway smiling at the adorable scene in front of her.

"Is it ready, is it ready, is it ready?" the boy chanted. "Yay! It IS ready! I wanna put the f'osting on it!"

"Alright," his dad nodded, pulling a delicious, airy red velvet cake from the oven. He placed it on the table and pulled up a chair so his son could reach the counter.

The little boy clumsily climbed on top of the chair and grabbed a big butter knife his daddy trusted him with to smear the cream cheese frosting. He caught his reflection in the knife, "Daddy, that's me!" he called out.

"Are you sure? The boy in that knife looks like a really big boy."

"No, lookit, see?" he made faces into the knife, "It's me! I AM the big boy!" He nodded his head in a way that made his parents laugh. He dug his knife into the frosting and brought out a giant glob and smeared it across the surface of the cake.

"Now, now... Don't you think that's a little too much frosting?" his mother asked.

"No way! The f'osting is de best part!"

"Here, let me even it out," his dad said warmly. The smoothed out the frosting and served the biggest cake to his little boy. He watched his face intently, waiting for the reaction after his first bite of red velvet cake.

"Holy wakamole!" he shouted. "This is my favorite cake ever!"

"Yea?" his dad asked, smiling. "Is it good?"

"Mhmm. But that's not why it's my favorite, Daddy. That's not why it's my favorite. Wanna know why it's my favorite? Huh? Wanna know, daddy?"

"Tell me why."

"Becaaaauuuseeee" he dragged the word on, "I made it with you!"

"'Because I made it with you' That's what he said to me," he stated, sniffling his nose a bit. "Back when he was a baby. That cake was always his favorite until the day he left us."

'I know, honey" his wife tried to comfort him.

"What happened to us? He was my 'little buddy'... But I guess there just came a day where I expected too much out of him. You know," he started tearing up, "I shouldn't have taken him for granted. I might have made things right in the end but the amount of time I lost, I..."

"Sh," she cooed, "Don't say anymore."

He sighed. "I will never be able to forgive myself."

Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2012 9:02 pm

Speed

Mr. Trench sat in his red leather armchair, looking at the thin blue veins protruding from this frail, wrinkled hands. Across from him, sitting on top of the fireplace next to the years old embellished black container were the new ashes of his wife in a delicately decorated blue urn.

Tears formed in the corners of his eyes yet he smiled. He couldn't help but to wonder where those fifty-four years went from the time he said "I do" to the time he said goodbye.He looked back on his life, his marriage, his children. His smiling little boy with the sweetest dimples to his loving baby girl with the kindest heart.

He thought of his grandchildren, four of them all with black hair and his wife's captivating brown eyes. This brought him joy. All of his children had the eyes of their mother and now, looking at the next generation, he could see her and his son in their faces.

The youngest grandchild, sixteen years old, was a splitting image of his own son when he was young. The same sarcastic smirk and the same eyes. Those eyes. They weren't just like Janice's eyes, rest her soul, they were distinct, like his son's. Like windows into the soul; the kind that made it so a word never had to be spoken because an entire emotion, a feeling, anything could be communicated through a single glance while the young man was none the wiser that his eyes were telling stories. How blessed I am! Mr. Trench thought, to get a second chance and do things right.

He felt so helpless in that moment. Reminiscing turned to the realization that all are powerless against time. Everyone must ride it, holding on to dear life, because there is no turning back. And there is nothing he wanted more than to turn back the clock. Do everything differently to wave the sense of regret that thrived within his heart for the things he did wrong. Why couldn't he see at the time? Now it's too late. I made things right in the end, he always told himself, I needn't be regretful. He knew, he knew I loved him. Always.

Maybe it was destiny. Horrible things happen when one needs to change their character in life. He wished he hadn't been so oblivious but he had to let go off all the weight he carried on his shoulders. He had a second chance now. He would do things right.

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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2012 8:01 pm

Mayhem

He laid his head down against his desk. He was so tired, it was unholy. Like most teenagers, he probably stayed up late playing games or talking on the phone, at least that's what most people would think. Truthfully, he was up all night laying in bed, listening to the drunken laughter of his dad and his poker buddies.

The same sound that kept him up every night. Roaring laughter, bottles clanking and shattering on the floor whenever someone lost all their money, the same story.

He tried to keep himself awake until the bell rang, signaling the end of school had come and just in time, he needed to go home.

"Hey! Dominic!" he looked back. Chase was running towards him.

"Oh, hey. What's up?

"Charity and Raymond are coming over to my house today. Wanna come?"

He really did want to go but what would his dad say? Well what he does, he thought to himself, it can't be any worse than usual. So he went with his friends, laughed, played card games, and felt like a normal teenager for the first time in a very long time. He wished he could stay like that forever, but with one glance at the clock, he knew it was time to return to real life.

He walked home quickly, his heart was pounding furiously. He arrived at his front door and took a deep breath before slowly turning the knob. He peered though the door with caution.

CRASH! Frozen with dark surprise, he had no time to react at the bottle that had just been thrown at him from across the room. He had no time to register the enormous man running towards him at full speed. "Get in here right now, you snot-nosed little brat! Where the hell have you been?"

"I was at Chase's house," his voice cracked. His dad grabbed him by the shirt collar and held his face close. The reek of alcohol drifted from his mouth. It smelled sour and was all too familiar.

Dominic grunted as a fist hurled into his stomach. He jaw cracked as it fractured against the wall. He sat there, trying to be as quiet as possible. After years of experience, he learned that backing down makes the horrors end quicker.

Eventually the rage tired out and went back to being purely spite. But the routine was not yet completed. First he walked himself to the bathroom to inspect the damage. Bruised face, cut arms, swollen lip. Then the final step is going to bed, sitting there and wondering if the watery eyes were a natural result from having his nose struck, or actual tears from the pain he felt inside.

This one, because of it's title, made me spend fifteen minutes watching Allstate commercials instead of writing xD Way to go, me haha

Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2012 11:25 pm

Gilding a Lily

She ran into her room, slamming the door. She groaned in frustration and kicked a pillow laying on the floor. Why couldn't people just leave her alone?

Her eyes stung but she couldn't let herself cry. She stared at her reflection and ran her fingers over her plump lips. She grabbed her cellphone and dialed a number.

Someone picked up the other end. "Hello?"

"Hey". Her voice cracked.

"Oh no, what's up?"

"I feel like crap."

"Why?"

"I'm sick of everyone picking at me. Telling me how I'm so this and that and how I need to be another way. I know I'm not exactly perfect but I'm perfect in my own way. They call me ugly because I don't wear makeup and because of the way I dress. And because I'm chubby and I just feel so bad about myself" the tears began to fall.

"Oh. You know you aren't ugly. Your really sweet and beautiful. I'm sorry."

"I don't get why they have to say that to me,"

"Don't cry, Lily. You don't need all of those things to make you beautiful or whatever. It's unnecessary. You're already perfect the way that you are. It doesn't matter if you don't wear a certain type of clothes or put on whatever makeup. All those things are just to enhance natural beauty and you have a lot of that. You don't need it."

"I guess"

"I'm always right, you know. Keep your chin up. Love you"

She smiled "Love you too."

She hung up the phone and walked up to the mirror again. She traced her features and felt content.

Okay, I was tired and this one sucks but i tried Dx. I really liked this prompt though because one of my characters in my novel is named Lily so I based this around her :'D

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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2012 2:50 am

First Romance

He had run away from his life. Abused and beaten down, he had nowhere else to go. Nowhere else, it seemed except her arms.

A kindness to a stranger blossomed into a first love. A fight for freedom found so much more. A restless soul finally finds his home.

This is written for August 11th, though posted on August 12th. I will be back for today's post later tonight :3 Also, this one is totally unrelated to my novel. It's related to another story I once wrote back in the day :'D

Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2012 10:54 pm

Disillusionment

She stood in the blistering cold, her fingers were numb but she held on tight to her notebook. She had been waiting in that line for three hours, believing that every second was worth the wait. She was so close now. Just beyond those doors, she told herself.

Finally the line moved up and she was able to squeeze into the warmth of the building. She squealed in excitement, not believing she was about to realize her dream.

There he was, a few yards away. Sexy, talented, the beautiful tortured soul that wrote the eloquent lyrics she sung to herself whenever life got her down. She dreamed of his moment for years.

Every second dragged out longer than the last. The last moments were the hardest to bear. But once she saw her idol, strong arms, electric blue eyes and all, she nearly fainted.

"Hello," his voice was incredibly smooth.

"H-hi," she stuttered. "I really love you! Uh, your music, I mean"

He chuckled. "Of course you do. Alright, let's hurry up and take a picture"

"Oh okay," she shuffled up next to him. Her heart was beating so fast, she thought it would burst when he put his arm around her. The camera flashed and the picture looked phenomenal.

She shuffled the papers of her notebook and retrieved a pen from her pocket, preparing to ask for a signature.

"What? Are you still here?" he asked sharply.

A stinging sensation stabbed her entire body in a single jolt. "I wanted to know if you could sign this?"

He signed obnoxiously, obviously irritated. "let me see it," he scribbled a sloppy signature and handed it back to her, not looking in her direction.

"Thank you," She walked away holding her notebook to her chest. Tears gathered in the corners of her eyes as the heartbreaking moment replayed in her mind.

She sat alone at a bench and a popular phrase came to mind. It couldn't ring more true, she thought. Never meet your heroes

Oh my goodness, finally I am able to type up some of my papers flying around. I'm going to try to get the rest up soon. But probably not now. I gave blood and I am tired as fudge.

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