short pieces โœฐ week 3

in the past two weeks i’ve been dragging myself to complete the prompts, and i’ve got to admit… i didn’t enjoy it so much. there’s something about writing that when it comes to you naturally, it’s so seemingly beautiful.

i gotta say that the pieces explosion from week 1 and dice from week 2 came to me ‘naturally’ if having inspiration at 1 am counts then yes very natural.

so i’ve been thinking about what ‘writing form’ would be enjoyable to take on and since math hasn’t been exactly the nicest, i’ve been meaning to keep these pieces short. of course i could go for poetry

but i found
just using
the formatting
and not really
the poetry
just like

so what i’ve really written is just short pieces with messy formatting – but boy did i have the time of my life doing them because i’m lazy

also i guess i should mention that i went back to being kinda dark

Guilty Pleasures | Frost At Midnite
contemplating my decisions

don’t worry there’s a bit of fluff

: )

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48 Best wilted flower images | Flowers, Flowers photography, Wilted

Learned not to 
mind the sting,
or the cuts
your voice inflicted
onto my skin.
Had to pretend 
that what you said 
didnโ€™t bother me.
Didnโ€™t matter. 
Because it wasnโ€™t 
supposed to.
Who cared anyways?
But it was the same 
Getting old.
And my mind dared 
to scream,
for every word you
said was just a

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half a month down! * kinda * for ‘ lie ‘ the way i approached it is kinda cliche but i hope it was still ok!

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Pin en Aesthetics

Sunshine onto my skin, and quiet peace rain had to offer were always my answers when asked what the best feelings in the world were. They found it to be an unusual combination; how could someone like opposites? But I knew they were different, and although that didnโ€™t mean they were wrong – they just didnโ€™t understand.

The rain was mysterious, and I strived to wonder if there was meaning behind it? It couldnโ€™t just be a phenomenon or how my teacher called it, the water cycle. How plain – it didnโ€™t deserve that. The quiet pitter patter against the window was comforting – it gave off a presence that other days lacked. Small house standing alone but when the rain came, each drop that dragged against the window was a reassurance.

I loved it for its perspective. Turning the skies dark and gray, it showed the world behind itโ€™s mask. Behind what we were taught as kinds, innocence faded. I saw beauty in it, as the next day the flowers bloomed and trees stood up taller. Not everything was somber. I knew it now.

And as I would breath in the sweet smell of petrichor lifting with up, the rain falling down on me was no longer a burden but a gift.

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i’ve always loved the rain. it’s the a breath of fresh air the environment of my home can never really provide – and the sense of peace it give off is oddly calming.

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This Sensor Lets Scientists See Neuron-Level Brain Activity in ...

Lights going off.
So many emotions
all at once.
And I finally
that it wasnโ€™t you,
it was me
I could feel
every bit 
of the hurt.
For it was
my mind
that was always
at war. 

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even the little things can spark this, or days of stress. and that’s alright… it’s just how we react.

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Flowers Aesthetic Pictures | Download Free Images on Unsplash

โ€œ Donโ€™t you see it?โ€ she lifted her fingers to the sky, moving them like they were being surrounded by the wispy clouds.

โ€œ No,โ€ I sighed.

โ€œ Hope,โ€ her eyes lightened up, โ€œ Itโ€™s pretty,โ€

I shook my head slightly. I couldnโ€™t blame her really, it was in her nature. I wish I had that kind of beautiful thinking.  

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another word for beautiful thinking is eunoia which in a way means to have good intentions – this is a motivator, i even have a sticker of it on my laptop hehe ; )

i know i’ve talked about taking something ordinary and seeing something ๐“Œ๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐’น๐‘’๐“‡๐’ป๐“Š๐“ in it but this is just another example. the flower in the picture is surrounded by a gloomy background, it even seems to be shriveled but in a way it looks pretty if you have that kind of perspective.

wow that was kinda… mature???
goodness gracious what has happened

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The waves consumed their things and snatched their seashells. They saw the ugly, cold, biting waters surround their feet and they ran. The way it stirred was unpleasant, they wished it would get away. They called it a disaster. 

The sand didnโ€™t think so. It rushed out to meet the waves willingly, whispering reassurance. It couldnโ€™t understand the people, for it was them who were the disasters, not being able to accept the sheer beauty of something so different.

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this reminds me of the quote

Even after all this time the Sun never says to the Earth, ‘ You owe me’


today is the day i become responsible and knowledgeable nooo

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Red Balloon Stock Video Footage by Jason Jahnke | Filmsupply

She spent hours moving the pencil about the paper. Anything to get the perfect oval. She was determined to do it on her own, discarding the stencils and tracers. She was perfectly capable of her own rescue – she knew.

Hours turned into days, as the shape filled with shades of sharp red. Her hands shook as she filled in invisible details that even she couldn’t see.

The pen moved in a fluent motion as she drew a thin line. Heart beating as she stood back to admire it. Nothing looked more perfect than the sweet promise of a different future. 

Clutched the sketchbook to her chest, she stepped outside. She held the book up to the dismal sky, they always said it was unfathomable. But as she looked at it more, she saw the balloon jump from the paper. She reached for the string, saying nothing as the ground hung beneath her. 

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this was inspired off how when you use your imagination anything can be possible ~

* this is also inspired off stories that you might have read where a magical pen brings things to actual life, except here it’s purely her imagination!*

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spilled ink by AlwaysConfused89 on DeviantArt | A darker shade of ...

Funny how 


can write

the one word

which could

lead toย 

endless possibilities

if not spilt.

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ahh opportunity slips away yet again

ok so i tried to be poetic just ignore me

ok so i know i’ve said this before but i loved the idea of writing short pieces instead of lengthy ones ( looking at you weeks 1 and 2 ) and quite honestly i think i’ll rap up the month with a few more of these ( next week of course my brain needs a break please )!

also yeah the formatting for this was a bit weird but at least there’s no more tedious scrolling


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please take the time to educate yourself on other issues around the world and see what you can do to help.

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have a wonderful day and stay safe โค

week 2 โœฐ writing prompts ( light )

ahhh. last week i filled my soul with dark and bittersweet prompts. and gosh laugh at me all you want because yes this is a blog for positivity and yes i’m totally doing just that.

i don’t even have to say no for you to know i’m being sarcastic!

so these week i’ve decided to make my prompts light, happy, sweet, whatever.

hm – can i say i’m honestly terrible at these things? positivity is so hard

i’ve also added another poll at the end but this time it’s for feedback so i would appreciate it if you gave an answer!

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i already broke some of them last week eh

โœฐ must be related to the topic * sighs *

โœฐ under 500 words โ€“ a short read

โœฐ can be inspired by characters!

โœฐ must be original โ€“ i check with plagiarism checker / quetext before putting work here

anyways, enjoy these reads before i end up writing something dark

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10 Bird Flight Patterns to Know โ€“ Bird Protection Quebec ...


Perhaps the most beautiful sights of the park were not the trees, or the warm hues of leaves but what was in the sky. Amongst the clouds you could see a formation of black dots moving gracefully across. They put the clouds to shame; their movement was almost inspiring. The birds never failed to put an expression of awe on my face. I was sorry to see them go when it came time for winter. But knowing they would return for the summer put my mood up, even the slightest bit. I was excited, so much so that when the warmer time of the year came I would plan my schedule around the birds just to see them during my walks.ย 

This time of year, I was left with a hollow feeling, unsatisfied as winter drew nearer, but as I tilted my head up to the sky to say goodbye, silently – I felt at peace as the flight of birds glided across the sky, knowing the important thing to now do was wait.  

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yup i know

what did i write?!!!!


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Last" #nature #leaves #leaf #fall #autumn #seasons #outside ...


The leaves fell in spirals, fluttering in the air like ghosts as they descended to their resting spot. The colors on the trees were pretty to many, catching their eyes and light of cameras until they joined the browner, soggier ones on the brown. 

To some this was autumn. To otherโ€™s fall. But to me it was a disaster.

Each leaf that collected on the ground was just another memory. Moments my mother and I spent underneath the trees, marvelling at the colors like no one else would. We saw stories in the fallen leaves, read them like lives and now I saw my motherโ€™s. Gone, just like that.

I trudged my boots through the soggy clutter of leaves, lip curling in disgust to see so many of them stuck to the bottom of my boots. I stomped on the ground a little harder than necessary, attempting to remove them only to fail. No doubt I wasnโ€™t fond of autumn, but at this point in the season I was especially annoyed. I couldnโ€™t go outside without soaking my boots and socks up and tracking mud all over my doorstep. Every tree had lost its leaves to the groundโ€ฆ except the one I was standing in front of now.

The first thing that came across my mind was that it was special. It couldnโ€™t be – it just happened to have one lucky leaf. 

I reached my hand up to it, brushing my finger ever so slightly against the leaf. The wind shivered ever so slightly, the background noises ceased to nothing and I swore I could almost hear the whisper of โ€˜ hang in thereโ€™. 

The sound was stuck in my mind, playing over and over again – my chest tearing to the feeling of it sounding just so similar. 

Hang in there. 

My mother’s voice. 

I smiled faintly. Maybe this little leaf was a little something good that autumn had to offer.

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happy / hopeful ending

i say it counts as ‘not dark’ !

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โ€œ Max,โ€ the little girl stood on her tiptoes and reached for his hand, attempting to grab his attention.

The older boy looked at her and smiled, kneeling down until he was her height, โ€œ Hmm?โ€ he asked.

She fidgeted a bit, her shy composure amusing him.

โ€œ Can Iโ€ she tried, โ€œ Can I have a toy?โ€ her expression furrowed as if contemplating whether she should have asked that or not. 

Maxโ€™s gaze darted around the clearing noting the numerous stands at the amusement park, โ€œ Sure Tamia. Which one?โ€ he asked gently.

She excitedly pointed to the one tucked into the far corner, a small stand with a few toys piled up on the counter.

โ€œ You want the minions?โ€ he smiled as the girl nodded, โ€œhm – ok, Iโ€™ll get you a minion,โ€ the girl’s smile widened as she skipped along the boy, her eyes on the prize.

Max drummed his knuckles on the counter, โ€œ how much?โ€ he asked.

โ€œ One dollar,โ€ was the reply.

Max fished in his pocket for a while, then pulled out a folded one dollar bill, holding it out.

The man accepted it, โ€œ Roll a six to winโ€ he tossed Max a die. Itโ€™s shiny sides caught Tamiaโ€™s attention and she waited eagerly.

One. Two. Three seconds. The dice landed on the counter emitting a sharp sound which caused the little girl to jump. Six little black dots stared up at the sky. 

Max grabbed the die, holding it in a fist, then tossed it to the man with a wink.

โ€œ Which one?โ€ 

โ€œ The minion one please,โ€ he grinned.

The large toy was taken off the top of the pile and Tamia stood on her tiptoes to receive it, โ€œ yay!โ€ she held it close to her, โ€œitโ€™s so cuteโ€ she giggled.

โ€œ Just got lucky,โ€ he gazed down at her, laughing to see the girl so taken by the minion. As he led her away he turned his head back to mouth a quick โ€˜ thank youโ€™ at the man.

Once they were out of earshot Tamia grabbed his arm forcing him to open his fist, revealing the loaded dice, โ€œ Max! I know you cheated!โ€

โ€œItโ€™s only cheating if you get caught,โ€ he knew very well that he had been, silently thanking the man at the stand once again for his kindness.

โ€œ Youโ€™re weird,โ€ she admitted,

โ€œ Hmm maybe – but my weirdness did get you your minion so donโ€™t tell your father,โ€ 

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this is the fluffiest it will get im sorry

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Another aesthetic vid made by me (song: bubble gum by clairo ...


Right before the test I popped the little pink piece into my mouth praying that it would get through what seemed like the hardest paper ever. 

There was a burst of sweetness – courtesy of bubblegum and couldn’t help but be reminded of memories the flavors brought.

Ice cream on a hot summer day. Dipping the spoon into the scoop, watching it make an indent as you ate. Feeling the refreshing cold, melt on your tongue. Delight-full.

Or perhaps the bite of peppermint gum. The deja – vu of walking home alone, shivering in your thin sweater as you stare at the forlorn skies, waiting for that warm cup of hot chocolate at home. A chill hung in the air.

Grape was a little different. The sweet ocean air, the crunch of sand under your feet, finding a seashell. Taking it home to add it in your jar filled with other found things on the beach. 

Mint. Walking through the forest, damp leaves sticking to the bottom of your shoes, moisture in your surroundings. Peace and solace.

And tropical. Sitting on your porchโ€™s staring at the warm hue of ice tea, grass billowing gently as flowers basked under the sun.

I blew the gum into the bubble heart leaping to hear the sudden noise when it popped.

Surely enough there was a sigh from my teacher, โ€œ Alyssa, what did I say about chewing gum in class?โ€

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ArtStation - Dirty Alley, George Garton


โ€œ You have no heart,โ€ she stared across the sidewalk at the man sitting on the ground, his grip around his cup for coins tight as if he was scared someone would take it away from him any second. 

โ€œ Maybe, but at least I wonโ€™t grow hungry,โ€ she let her gaze linger a little longer, filling her with disgust as she noticed the months of dirt on his clothes.

โ€œ Go,โ€ his eyes hardened. Realizing he was still holding the cup out as instinct for any person that walked by, he tucked it behind his thin jacket, โ€œ I wonโ€™t even ask again, people like you think youโ€™re too important to spare even a penny,โ€

โ€œ I canโ€™t change the fact that you donโ€™t have a job. Itโ€™s on you!โ€ she emphasized.

The man stared at the ground, slumping his shoulders, his thin frame was now more visible, โ€œ Wellโ€ฆโ€ 

She shook her head, turning away. She had better things to do then to listen to a beggar. And the way he had talked to her, made her clench her fists as she shook with the anger. She had no heart? She could feel the beat of it. He spoke nonsense, it was pathetic that she was letting it get to her. 

She swung the door of the small sandwich shop open, sighing impatiently, to see so many people standing in line. The beggar had taken her time and slowed her down. 

Two. Five. Eight minutes and she couldnโ€™t take it any longer. 

She stepped forward, tapping the woman on the shoulder who was in front of her  โ€œ Hey can I go forward? Iโ€™ve got work to do and this is taking too long,โ€ she snapped, her anger from before boiling up.

 โ€œ Um yeahโ€ฆโ€ she looked a little surprised, but quickly stepped to the side, trading places with her. 

She ordered her regular, and thankfully it came to her quickly after she had glared at them long enough. Nothing was ever enough however, when it came to her as she smashed the money onto the counter and left abruptly. She huffed in annoyance as the chimes sounded behind her after closing the door with force. 

She took the route to her work, glancing at her clock, heart leaping to see that she had only five minutes. Knowing she couldnโ€™t risk the anger of her boss, after much thinking she decided on taking the shortcut through the allies. 

As she walked, kicking a stone around, she stopped, her grip on the sandwich bag loosening out of surprise to see a little girl round about the corner. 

Her heart broke to see her frail and staring at her with big bambi eyes. She didnโ€™t think she could feel any worse until the girl spoke, โ€œ Excuse me, do you have any money to spare?โ€ 

โ€œ I,โ€ she fiddled around a bit not knowing how to let her down, โ€œ I donโ€™t think soโ€ฆโ€ 

The girl nodded and turned to leave and in the moment she didnโ€™t know what came over her, โ€œ But please,โ€ she handed out the bag, hoping the girl wouldnโ€™t shy away from the gesture, โ€œ have it,โ€ the girl took it, and she felt sick to see her almost lifting it like it was a heavy weight, due to how weak she was. 

The girl tilted her head back a little, almost in thanks and then took off, turning the corner at the right, disappearing from view. 

She pushed her hands into her pockets and continued the walk to work. Her stomach rumbled but that little warm feeling residing in her chest somehow made her not care.

Later that day as she walked home quickly, head spinning, her stomach felt like it was eating her from the inside. In her daze she passed the man from earlier, completely forgetting her encounter with him in the morning. However a little, โ€œ thank you?โ€ brought her memories back. She turned around to find the little girl, the empty sandwich bag and man next to her. 

Her heart leapt and she backed away a little, immediately becoming defensive, not wanting the man to say anything to her and spark an argument. 

โ€œ Thank you for helping my little girl,โ€ he said, his blue eyes which she now realized were actually quite pretty were filled with gratitude, โ€œ I was wrong. Perhaps you do have a heart,โ€

She smiled at her acknowledgement, feeling itโ€™s beat and something more – itโ€™s warmth.

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even though this was a story i hope that there’s still meaning in this and how rather than receiving a material object from being kind, you recieve your own share of happiness – and it’s definitely worth it!

yes this was over 500 words yeah i broke the rules

i’m a bad kid : P

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dried flowers | Tumblr | Old letters, Vintage lettering, Lettering


Hands traced the wooden desk

Drifted towards the small bottle of ink

Brushed against the feathered quill

Fingers sprawled against the cream paper

She slowly slid it towards her

Droplets of water already marking the parchment

Her hands shook so violently that is was a struggle to hold the quill

As she sought the right words

Dear Anton,

Tears fell faster now

Iโ€™m sorry

Memories filled her mind and she had to will herself to not let out a sob 

I must go

She recalled the times of racing horses, the dust kicking up behind them – vaporizing into the air

Itโ€™s for the best

Baking pies and climbing trees for apples

As friends we were going to part ways eventually

Laughter and promises seemed a lifetime ago

As lovers perhaps not

Orange and deep purples of sunsets lain upon rolling hills 


Wanting to add something, anything more she pressed the tip of the quill to the paper

She tasted the salty tang of tears 

She released the feather from the parchment, biting her lip to see a botch of glistening ink staring back at her

Batting her eyelashes, desperately trying to stop the tears she moved towards an envelope, holding it limply.

She folded the letter carefully 

Pressing down on the creases with her nail

Then sliding it into the envelope

Eyes dull at she traced the proper address into the back of it

Flipping it over, she stared at the cream cut perfect edges 

Hands trembling the bought the envelope to her face

Her lips pressing against the tip of the โ€˜vโ€™ 

She sealed it with a kiss. 

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mm well it’s not *dark* so it counts right

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Bright Forest Wallpapers - Wallpaper Cave


Most days felt like ice cream slowly melting to the ground – quick. Others were more slow and agonizing – the day I would take the route from school towards the forest. Run through the leaves, the crinkled noises they made soothed my worries as I brushed my fingers against what leaves were left on the branches.

I would seek out the spot where tree branches had fallen and I had structured them into some sort of large teepee. I remembered the day I had first come here. I was mesmerised by the calm surroundings, the breath of fresh air home never provided. I had stayed here until it was completely dark, heart beating, I had fished out a flashlight and carefully found my way home. I was grateful no one had seen me sneak back, but they wouldnโ€™t have cared anyways – which was why I found it so easy to slip away.

Today I was overwhelmed with a headache that had never left me after the argument I had with my mother in the morning. Rubbing my temples didnโ€™t help soothe it even the slightest bit and so I decided on the forest as a retreat. But as I walked the careful silence was suddenly disturbed by sharp footsteps.

โ€œHey!โ€ I could feel the presence of someone behind me and I turned around none too gently.

โ€œ Twig where you going huh?โ€ I sighed, heart beating loudly. Not him, not today.

โ€œ Uh, home..โ€ I sighed, fiddling around begging that he would go away.

โ€œ Hah no,โ€ he smiled menacingly, straightening up which made him look way taller, โ€œYou think Iโ€™m stupid huh?โ€ he pushed me back a little, testing the waters, โ€œ Weak,โ€

โ€œ Stop,โ€ I whispered, scared I would fall back.

โ€œ Oh?โ€ he shoved me to the ground and I landed with a thud, the burning feeling evident in my palms, โ€œ Donโ€™t lie,โ€ 

I saw the orange of the jacket and tried not to let him scare me. A glare and he was gone. 

I shook my head, and when I was sure he was gone I checked my palms, wincing to see several thin streaks against both palms. Not that bad I supposed. 

Taking a deep breath in I continued the rest of the walk to the forest. It was daylight savings time and I smiled to know that I could spend a bit more time in the forest until it was completely dark.

I walked slowly through the leaves, listening to the crunch – it was like music to my ears. I ended up shedding my jacket and hung it on a tree, wiping the sweat from my brow as I searched for the large tepee. I was at the edge of the forest now, and could hear yelling coming from one of the houses – something that was usual. I paused to look through the branches at it, wondering what could be going on that there was always such noise. My curiosity got the best of me and as I walked closer, eventually leaving the forest behind, the noise stopped and I heard the sound of the door slamming closed. I turned around, my intention to leave – I didnโ€™t want to be caught spying but a color, bright orange caught my eye and I couldnโ€™t help but look back.

โ€œ Hey,โ€ the voice was quiet and I wouldnโ€™t have known it belonged to my bully until I turned around.

โ€œ Sorryโ€ฆโ€ I waited but nothing came out, โ€œ Are you ok?โ€ I found myself asking.

โ€œ Hmm, yeah,โ€ he sighed, โ€œ No actually – not the best right now,โ€

โ€œ Okโ€ฆโ€ 

โ€œ Arguing with my parents,โ€

โ€œ I get it,โ€ I didnโ€™t think Iโ€™d ever have such a conversation with him.

โ€œ Yeah,โ€ he said heavily, his voice tainted and I was sure he was holding back tears.

โ€œ Want to come with me?โ€ I asked nervously, โ€œ Uh, to the forest?โ€

He looked up from his slouch, โ€œ Oh,โ€ he tried, โ€œ Sure,โ€

I waited for him to catch up to me, โ€œ Ok but you canโ€™t tell anyoneโ€ฆโ€

โ€œ Hm?โ€

I patted his shoulder awkwardly, โ€œ Itโ€™s our secret,โ€  

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also over 500 words oh noooo

heh heh heh

not the best!!

i hope you enjoyed as i tried this new style / type! it was a bit forced + late am i right but i hope in a way i was able to give something satisfactory!

โœฐ little note that the pictures used for the prompts are not mine. the one for the word ‘dice’ was edited on canva ( using 2 pictures ) by me but the pictures are still not mine. โœฐ

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school has just started which means after this month of august i will be skipping a week / two per month ( randomly not scheduled! ) haha

math calls :/

quick little poll!

as usual never forget to show your support for the Black Lives Matter community no matter the case! it only takes a few seconds to sign, and a few minutes to docate / educate yourself but the difference it makes can’t be measured!

Major list for BLM protests, petitions, and resources to educate yourself

Major Docs List of BLM Resources

โ˜… โ˜… โ˜…

Petitions on issues around the world ( don’t donate to itself )
if you have any other links for BLM + other major issues going around the world please comment them down below and i will add them!

alright! thank you so much for reading! the most important thing to remember isn’t your regular at taco bell ( ok it’s important but hear me out ) but that you are so, so amazing! yes you beautiful human OK?

one word writing prompts โœฐ week 1


i know i said i’m a writer in my bio ( more like wannabe one ) and i haven’t really been doing any ‘writing’

but the month of august won’t take a no and so i proceeded to find some prompts – specifically one word ones since those are the most open and fun for me : )


this was something i just found off the internet ( props to the creator โค ) and i really liked the ideas:

day 31 wasn’t on the list and so i added in my own one ( hehe ): ๐š•๐šŠ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š›


10/10 chance i’m gonna break most of them but for the sake of doing them:

โœฐ must be related to the topic ( no duh?? haha! )

โœฐ under 500 words – a short read

โœฐ can be inspired by characters!

โœฐ must be original – i check with a plagiarism checker / quetext before putting my work here

๐š ๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š” ๐Ÿท ๐š ๐š˜๐š›๐š๐šœ

anyways – hope you enjoy as i try and develop a writing voice! stick to the end for a little poll ๐Ÿ˜‰

๐šŠ๐šž๐š๐šž๐šœ๐š ๐Ÿท๐šœ๐š

[ ๏ฝ…๏ฝ˜๏ฝ๏ฝŒ๏ฝ๏ฝ“๏ฝ‰๏ฝ๏ฝŽ ]

A little girl of grey 

Her eyes once as large as pearls

Now dull.

Head once tilted up to admire the stars


Her walls kept up 

She vowed never to bring them down

For there was so much more to her

Then the ignorant grey


Red was for her passion. 

Which she kept suppressed for so long

To be more than a shadow

To live

Orange was her battle

The war raging inside her

To find a balance

Or break it all

Yellow was a feeble thing


Scattered across in tiny droplets.


Green was her growth

A millimeter a month

Trampled upon easily

Blue was her grief

Her loss of the person who she was

A past she so desperately clung onto

Indigo was respect


Understanding that maybe

It is what it is

And violet. 

So very rare. 

But when it came, you couldnโ€™t deny


Really just a girl.

Hiding her emotions


Behind her tall walls.

Casting them away

Ignorant as gray

She didnโ€™t say a word

As the pounding got louder

Losing control

Her everything crumbling


They came out.

In an explosion.

And it was beautiful.

โœฐ โœฐ โœฐ

this was fun to write!

so many feels


๐šŠ๐šž๐š๐šž๐šœ๐š ๐Ÿธ๐š—๐š


When I turned eleven my grandmother gave me a necklace. 

Nothing of the pretty sort. Just a plain silver locket.

To someone it may not seem like anything but my grandmother never failed to remind me that it was indeed something and yes dear it is special.

There was one thing I did not need a reminder for. The day I had first received the locket it hung limply from my fingers as I stared at it wondering – why this? Why not the red pair of converse I had been wanting for ages?

I was unable to hide my disappointment which quickly ceased to nothing upon hearing what was next.

Oh dear. It may seem like a silly thing but I promise you itโ€™s so much more. Sometimes we need a little something extra through rough and the tough and so this is yours. But I must warn you – do not open the locket until youโ€™re ready for what is real. The magic inside is the truth. 

The words were enough to convince me that it really was something. It became a prized possession, something I swore was magical through and through.

Now I am seventeen.

But it feels like yesterday when my grandmother gave me the locket which I was proud to call my lucky charm.

Except it isnโ€™t lucky – not anymore.

How could it be when I had to say goodbye to her?

Watch my grandmother slip away to the stars.

It seems like today is a day where everything was lost.

The necklace felt heavy – weighing me down.

And the grass under my feet felt like needles.

As I tilted my head up to marvel at the stars and try to spot that especially bright one, my hands found their way to the back of my neck. They undid the clasp of the locket which was now easy to do after many years of repeating the motion.

The feeling of it weighing me down had never left even as I held it in my left hand.

It no longer felt like a friend.

โ€œ Whyโ€ I whispered, โ€œ Why โ€

I felt the pain of the past fights, the falls and crashes.

But most of all the grief of my grandmother’s loss.

โ€œ Why after everything youโ€™ve done for me is it that you couldnโ€™t save my grandmother?โ€

Silent as expected.

I stopped even though my tears did not.

My grip on the locket loosened. 

I stared at it. The ugly gray thing. And I hated it but I knew:

The locket held no magic.

Through all the heartbreaks, it wasnโ€™t a silly necklace that had gotten me through it all –

It was me.

I let out a sigh and stole a quick look at the stars.

I was ready.

I slid my nails into the crack of the locket and pried it open.

What fell from it was not pixie dust – I once believed.

I smiled.

Through the dark I could still see:

It was undeniably sand.

โœฐ โœฐ โœฐ

this is actually one of the two happy and light pieces of this week – weird

i had no idea what to do for sand so that was the little thing i had at the back of my mind which turned out a bit confusing.

basically the locket was a symbol of her inner strength


๐šŠ๐šž๐š๐šž๐šœ๐š ๐Ÿน๐š›๐š


she was a girl of the sort that you only had to look at once to see her past laid out.

harsh, ripped away. abandoned. 

she rarely spoke to the others on the street, only made thoughtful expressions. her mind was programmed that way – almost forever silent.

if only you looked closer you would see her flinch ever so slightly when her so called her name was spoken, her lips trembled with the word โ€˜noโ€™ although never said out loud.

it was a surprise when one day she snapped, hatred for her โ€˜nameโ€™, that disgusting reminder of the past. a bruise never faded. left to scar.

she remembered the way her father had said it when he was angry. It was all the time. and it was laced with disgust when her mother called her. 

she was so tired.

her friends were her shadows and when they left her it was the voices in her head that stayed.

little girl. programmed. the same actions. madness running through her veins. errors when that so-called name of herโ€™s was said she would stop but only just for a second. 

she traced the same path. everyday dragging her worn shoes across the grimy sidewalk, not minding the scraping noise the action caused.

she stopped to squint at a boy, sitting on the ground looking at her thoughtfully, a weed with yellow petals clutched in his hand.

what he felt towards her was not pity, but hope.

he took in her quiet communication, not saying anything – his eyes reflecting a warm brown.

he had said to her as he held the weed out that he thought she looked like a Faren. had said nothing more when hand flitted out to take it ever so gently. the voices in her head just this once ceased.

she smiled faintly. she liked the name.

โœฐ โœฐ โœฐ

yeah it’s weird

for name there were obviously many prompts that you could think of but i was aiming for something not so cliche and hopefully i was able to do that!

i realize now that most of the writing pieces i’ve done for these prompts – prewritten ones for other days as well are kind of… dark and bittersweet. heh

๐šŠ๐šž๐š๐šž๐šœ๐š ๐Ÿบ๐š๐š‘


A new day brought a new start.

They said that. 

But I put it to shame.

It never applied to me as I got up to the same feeling – emptiness. 

It wasnโ€™t my fault I knew. How could it be when I didnโ€™t even knowโ€ฆ where to start?

How to change.

It was like that. Every. Single. Day.

But today, as I set to decluttering my room, dragging myself around – my heart leapt to see the small, purple object, hiding among the mess of paper in a box.

A polaroid camera. 

And just like that, I forgot. 

Pulled on a coat and tugged on some socks.

I ran out the door with my battered, gray shoes – the camera tightly clutched in my hand.

Stopped by the weeds, but when I clicked the button – the photograph seemed to turn them into flowers.

Dirty pond, now clear in my hand.

Prickly field – actually looking peaceful.

Torn shoes seemed wonderful.

An upside down frown turned beautiful.

โœฐ โœฐ โœฐ

what did i write??

i wanted this to be different from the normal cliche idea of photographs bringing back memories – and hopefully by doing that it didn’t make it badly written

๐šŠ๐šž๐š๐šž๐šœ๐š ๐š๐š’๐š๐š๐š‘

wouldn’t it be nice if it was about Elsa??


Loneliness did things to you

He knew it no better

How it engulfed you

Made it your friend

As it brought chills to your bones

Turning your heart to ice

Biting cold

The presence of warmth did nothing to help

Or the soft flicker of a light

One puzzle piece missing

No one knew it better

As the ice trickled through his veins


But painfully slow

โœฐ โœฐ โœฐ

why so COLD


๐šŠ๐šž๐š๐šž๐šœ๐š ๐Ÿผ๐š๐š‘

one of those ‘ five times this happened and one time it didn’t ‘

: )


[ five times she shattered – and one time she didnโ€™t ]

First was simple heartbreak.

The pain of being left to wonder – whatever was wrong with her?

Crushed so hard.

She shattered.

She fought the second time.

As sobs threatened to break out of her.

But it was her mistake.

She shouldnโ€™t have kept them in for so long.

The third one she knew was coming.

Hearing the words she was no stranger to.

Yet it hit differently.




Number four.

A day where nothing seemed right.

One more imperfection. 

And she broke.


She let it happen.

She felt the shards of reality hit her.



Peaced together by tape and glue.

She felt almost comforted by the feeling.

To the point where it no longer hurt.

โœฐ โœฐ โœฐ


๐šŠ๐šž๐š๐šž๐šœ๐š ๐Ÿฝ๐š๐š‘

[ แ‘ญแ’ชแ—ฉแ”•TIแ‘• ] แ”•Tแ—ฉแ–‡แ”•

It had been years before I moved.

Years since the little star had sat in the clustered drawer of my desk.

And yearsโ€ฆ since I had the unexplainable feeling of missing something, someone.

  Frowning, I pulled open the drawer of my desk, rummaging through the papers – heart sinking as I lifted up each one only to see nothing but another paper underneath it until I got to the end, thus the bottom of the drawer.

I recalled the day of goodbyes. Forcing myself to turn around and walk away, only for my friend to have grabbed my hand and shoved a little object into my hand.

I had stared at it, smiling widely and promised to keep it. For the little glow in the dark stars were the ones that lit up our tree house, giving room to imagination in the usual dark. 

And now I had just lost it just like that. 

It wasnโ€™t right.

I ran down the stairs to find my mother on her laptop, browsing the internet as usual for another fancy addition to our already overly full home.

I asked her to put in my request, something I didnโ€™t ask of too often as she nodded her agreement.

I had forgotten about it until two weeks later.

The tiny little package sat on the stand next to my bed.

Heart racing with excitement as I carefully opened it.

Days later my ceiling was full of plastic stars.

And I laughed as I recalled the memories.

โœฐ โœฐ โœฐ

savor the fact that this was not dark


also i cheated on the title ๐Ÿ˜›

did i do the last three all in one day? maybe… you’ll never know

hopefully these made sense and were enjoyable. my writing style seems to be a mix between short / meaningful?? sentences + bittersweet and light.

i dunno

and of course there is always room for improvement ( this is just the start! ) so if you have any feedback – do tell!

i would really love if you could complete a quick poll on which piece was your favorite! :

as usual never forget to show your support for the Black Lives Matter community no matter the case!

Major list for BLM protests, petitions, and resources to educate yourself

Major Docs List of BLM Resources

โ˜… โ˜… โ˜…

Petitions on issues around the world ( don’t donate to itself )
if you have any other links for BLM + other major issues going around the world please comment them down below and i will add them!

remember that you’re an amazing person – YES YOU! never forget that โค