Writing Prompt

**I would like to say prior to my text, I ****_am _****new to writing things, so expect mistakes and flaws. Thank you in advance.**__

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I walked into class that one day. I didn’t know what to expect. The wood floors and concrete ceiling, all the same, nothing new there. But somebody I didn’t recognize, I wasn’t prepared for that.

He sat there. I knew him from somewhere. Last year....

Black is not a color.****

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Black was never a color, it was a curse we made into a blessing.****

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God planted her Into the world where her skin color is the only color that got outcasted. ****

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From everyone and everything****

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She could have been the most amazing being on this earth ****

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With her mind of Einstein and her energy that is as bright as the sun****

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Yet no one ...

Lonely till numb till raw then indifference....

Laine stood before the graves, the rain cascading down his face, mirroring the tears that fell from his eyes. The cold wind whispered through the trees as memories flooded his mind, transporting him back to the past, to the time when he had met the love of his life.

It was a sunny day, the warmth of the sun embracing Laine as he strolled through the park. And then, he saw her. Emily. Her laughter...

Why did I have two chili burgers before coming to Chrissy's New Year's Eve party? That was the question of the day, the burning question that competed with the burning sensation in my stomach, the one heading south. Having those chili burgers was the worst decision of 2021, and it was about to lead to the worst moment of 2022 and the year hadn't even started.

"Any big plans for the New Year?" Chr...

I had used to cower when my father shouted at me. To him, I was weak and pathetic. Me, who couldn’t lift a sword or string a bow. But he made me. He put the weapon in my hand and forced me to fight him.

He spent his whole life working the weakness out of me, he forgot to love me. His neglect caused hate to root between us. Then, when I finally became stronger than he, he tried all he could to wea...

Blood drips from my hand into the snow. Through labored breaths, I shout out his name, but no response echoes through the trees back to me. I stagger forward following a crimson trail to a clearing where across the way is a cliff. I fall to my knees looking over the edge. I flinch as I pull my hand away from my side and see just how bad my wound is. The air is so cold. It stirs my insides, makes m...

I was walking down the street. Hands in my pocket wrapped around a small box. Inside held an amazing object I picked out just for today. There was a girl named was supposed to meet today at four.

Sadly she didn’t show up I was left hanging at the restaurant. One of the waitresses noticed my sour mood and started some small talk with me.

It’s been five years since that day and I must say I have...

He was my yesterday, my today, my tomorrow

He was my absolutely everything

When he laughed, so did I

When he was sad, I would cry

He could make even the coldest soul melt

Just as he did to mine.

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He still is my yesterday, my today, and my tomorrow

Because I just can’t stop thinking about him

Even though he’s not here anymore

He still sends shivers through my core

At the mere thought of his...

Mangled corpses and dismembered limbs lined Main street amongst fallen confetti and tussles of tinsel. Such was the aftermath of the bombing of Buffer on their 30th Independence day, a terrorist attack that targeted the massive parade on this day of would-be celebration. Such was the view of Tyrod Jones.

Tyrod Jones was twelve years old when terrorists first struck. He had lost a sibling and a mo...