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HopefulWriter
An aspiring young author, hoping to improve their writing skills by entering contests and challenges if all kinds, and perhaps winning :)
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It’s All Been Done Before
Submit a writing prompt. I can’t promise I’ll do every single one, but I’ll try my best. Send in a certain style or subject you’d like me to write about. I’ll tag you. Anything goes really.
HopefulWriter
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Three Writing Prompts

I found these three writing prompts on Pinterest and was always curious on how they would end.

1. A trickle of blood dripped down my cheek. He'd regret the day he made me bleed.

2. "You're an assassin?!" "We've been friends for literally two days. Why are you so shocked?" "I just thought I'd get a normal friend for once." "What do you mean for once?"

3. It's 3 A.M. An official phone alert wakes you up. It says, "DO NOT LOOK AT THE MOON". You have hundreds of notifications. Hundreds of random numbers are sending, "It's a beautiful night tonight. Look outside."

Don't know why the third one creeped me out so much. Anyways hope you get a chance to do them, I am curious on how they will turn out. :)

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Be Vulnerable
be as vulnerable as you can. write about dead parents or lost friendships. poetry or prose, no long stories. bonus points if you make me cry. $5 to the winner
HopefulWriter in Poetry & Free Verse
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The Worst Feeling

The worst feeling in the world... You know what I’m talking about, right? The feeling that comes to you late at night when you can’t sleep... the feeling that makes you feel worse with each passing second. When you lay their crying hard into your pillow, willing yourself to stop, to not bother anyone, but you can’t. And as you lay, you think the most awful things; family and friends dying, how death in general is inevitable, how the world is so unfair and their’s nothing you can do to change it. As the tears begin to slow and you can manage to take some deep breaths, another wave crashes over you and you’re drowning in that awful feeling and for one awful second, you imagine being dead. No more guilt, no more pain, no more sorrow. That’s the beauty of it right? But no, there is more to live for. There were days when you were so unbelievably happy. Where’s that joy now? But as that feeling starts to go away, and you wipe your eyes and nose with the back of your hand, you let sleep overcome you and you lay your head on your tear-soaked pillow, waiting for morning to come.

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