Writing Prompt

. Look, I’m not a photographer what so ever. But something about the overlapping colors of the sky had me more in love with nature.. When the sky decides to paint, even silence feels loud. I’ve never seen it like this—layers of color melting into each other like a dream, or maybe a warning. It looked like something between a fantasy book cover, a moody album drop, and the opening scene of a haunti...

She hated him the moment they met. He was too sharp, too smug, too good at making her fists clench for all the wrong reasons.

“You’ll never win,” he said once, grinning like a god who liked the sound of hail and thunder.

She **demonstrated** otherwise by sweeping his legs out from under him and walking away before he could catch his breath.

But hatred hat a heat to it, a tension they couldn’...

She demonstrates beauty.

Cherry lips border a warm smile.

Hazel eyes lure, trapping like a sunrise over a dark horizon.

Able to incapacitate even the strongest in their depth.

The Earth hums beneath her feet.

Each step frames a picture of confidence.

The wind splits to make way for her presence.

And the golden streams glowing along her skin solidify her radiance.

She is the vision of pulchritu...

“I’m a mother; it's my role to demonstrate how it should be done. I want to lead by example and solidify the values of a good person and how one succeeds in life. I work long hours to provide for my kids, but my time with them is short and rushed. I want to approach things holistically, but it's so hard sometimes. Being a working mum incapacitates me from doing either job at full capacity. All I c...

When I was a girl I realized that I wasn’t like everyone else. I saw things differently, and because of this I was made a demonstration. A way to show people what not to be like. They made sure to make me feel alien towards everyone else. I was five when it started and it solidified me at too young of an age making me cut off from what other felt so easily. I was incapacitated and because of this ...

The little things she does with my hair,

The little things she does to make me laugh, The little things she does to make me happy. She makes me so happy and proud. She’s always there when I need her.

Her presence makes me happy,

Her smile makes me happy,

Her voice makes me happy,

She makes me happy.

Everything about her makes me happy.

She’s perfect.

Nobody is better than her.

I’m proud of her.

...

I Never Thought I’d feel this typa a way,

A kid from such a rough neighborhood falling in love?,

Never thought,

But yet when I came across your eyes,

Your dazzling eyes,

Shined like a sun,

So beautiful that not even words can describe,

The way you smiled, how it lit the room in that brief second,

I felt consumed,

You were a dream I couldnt deny,

Somehow like the wind, you passed by.

But like afte...

Franks ability to demonstrate any skill set was never through words. Frank was quiet but always had immensely ambitious thoughts. Some ideas, some stolen ideas and even some too hard to create. Frank was provoking sociopathic traits. His brain was crazily encapsulating. Frank couldn’t fathom to bring them to life.

Amongst his thoughts were his ambitions and dreams. In which took over his life.

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Exhaling a laboured breath from deep within my chest, “a little while longer, just a little while longer” I assure myself. My eyes dart up to the seemingly vast, endless blanket of white hugging the rocky mountainside. My mind is plagued by draining ruminations. Inhale. Exhale. I refuse to let myself become incapacitated by these pessimistic worries. I am here to demonstrate to myself that I can e...

This training is meant to incapacitate us. I recognize the tactics from my fathers training. Mr. Smith is trying to ware us down, make us feel as though the rug has been pulled out from under us. He’s demonstrating the strength and unpredictability we face in battles. But I am familiar with unpredictability. My entire life has been unpredictable and chaotic, so much so that it’s solidified my need...