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Watching 'Gods of Egypt' last night got me thinking; I LOVE Greek and Roman mythology so much, but there are only so many stories. Can YOU make up a new story, using mythological characters? Or, you can even make up new characters (gods, mortals, etc.), if you like...Please tag me if you do.
Written by LadyRB

Hero's Journey

  *This is an unrevised story I wrote in 6th grade for an assignment, so don't judge!*

 Long ago, before there was light and happiness, darkness ruled. The ancient greek god of darkness that ruled at the time was Desper. Desper had an aura that caused everyone around him to feel hopeless, miserable, and doubt themselves. For this reason all of the greek gods combined couldn’t defeat Desper. Finally, Zeus pushed aside his pride and called for an assembly on earth so he could make an announcement. In the large crowd, at the very back, were the orphans. In this small group stood Apollo and his two minute younger twin sister, Artemis, listening as Zeus admitted that the gods couldn’t defeat Desper. Apollo walked back to the orphanage with Zeus’s last words ringing in his mind; “The gods of Mount Olympus send a plea of help, please, will some hero defeat Desper?”. Apollo stared at the mirror back at the orphanage, examining his reflection. Apollo was pretty tall for a 13 year old, he was also really bright for his age. Apollo had wavy blonde hair and bright inquisitive blue eyes. He wasn’t powerfully built, but he still was quite strong.His sister Artemis looked nothing like him. She was also tall, and shared the same charming smile but that’s where the similarities ended. Artemis had long straight brown hair, usually tied back in a ponytail and silvery eyes.All his life Apollo had hoped to be adopted and taken away to another place. Anyplace would be better than the dark, gloomy, unhappy place he lived in, smack in the middle of Desper’s kingdom. Apollo then heard the orphanage leaders coming around and, not wanting them to know he was out of bed, ran into his bed and feigned sleep. Catching one of the leaders saying his name, Apollo went to the dorm door and eavesdropped at the door crack. The first one, Dusa, started talking to the second, Idas. “Artemis? Yes she’s a sweetheart, kind, good at the loom she would’ve already been adopted if…”, started Dusa. “If what”, croaked Idas. “If it weren’t for that brother of her’s, Apollo that’s what. She won’t be separated from him and no one wants him. I mean he isn’t good enough at school to be a scholar, he isn’t strong enough to be a hunter or in the army, and he’s not good at household chores.”, Dusa ranted. “Well, we must do what we must, we shall put him to sleep.”,said Idas nastily. Apollo jumped out of his bed, suddenly, his body filled with adrenaline, he gathered his belongings and then crept up to his sister and kissed her goodbye. He was almost gone when he stopped to say two words to his sister; “’I’m sorry”, and just like that he was out the door.

Apollo was 13, and yet at the moment he is crying like a baby. His whole life, no matter how miserable, was rapidly changing and he knew he could not go back. Wiping his eyes he realized he had come to a fork in the path. He had to make a choice; either become a refuge or he could try to defeat Desper. Finally, he went right and was led into an even more gloomy place. It was a huge forest with a dense fog. He could hear the growls of beasts and could sense the dark magic around him. He slowly trudged forward, entering Desper’s lair. Apollo squinted through the fog and made out a glint of metal: a sword. He picked it up and then noticed a note on it; “Come further if you dare, and enter Desper’s lair, to help keep things fair, we are letting you prepare, Warning, caution, and take heed, for this is Desper’s property.” At the bottom of the note there was a sign, Apollo figured it was a signature. Suddenly a figure came out of the bushes, Apollo readied his sword, but then put it in his scabbard and ran to embrace the person. The stranger, he had realized was Artemis. “Let me come with you Apollo.”, She asked. So, now Artemis had joined Apollo, hand in hand they walked into the unknown.

As they continued, Apollo couldn’t help thinking about the note and the odd sign at the bottom. Apollo wondered if he was being foolish going on this quest, even if the didn’t die what would happen? There was no reward for defeating Desper and they had no place to return to. Just then he saw a sign on a tree, the same sign on the note. And then Apollo remembered where else he had seen the sign; in Greek class, it is the sign of death. Suddenly, a bunch of Desper’s pet’s, the Doom wolves, jumped out. They started to attack, instantly Apollo’s battle reflexes kicked in. Instinctively, Apollo dropped down, rolled over to the side, dodging the wolves, with Artemis with him. Without knowing what he was going to do Apollo raised his sword and slaughtered every last wolf. Panting, they continued down the path. A disturbance in the bushes caused an abrupt stop, Apollo readied his sword afraid of what would come next. However, nothing frightening came out, instead a beautiful woman walked out. She looked sweet and humble and seemed to be a mother like figure. So Apollo followed her without hesitation when she asked if they were hungry. As Apollo ate, Artemis stared at the woman, not trusting her at all. Suddenly Artemis sat upright, she knew who this woman was; the enchantress Ceres. “No”, Artemis screamed. Slapping the food from Apollo’s hands Artemis grabbed the bow and arrow lying on the floor and shot Ceres. Apollo and Artemis seemed to make a silent agreement not to discuss what just happened. They both grabbed Ceres’s mechanical wings to fly to Desper’s castle, before they left Artemis pocketed the bow and quiver of arrows, she would need them. As soon as they reached Apollo launched himself into combat with Desper, Artemis from the side shot arrows at Desper. Apollo finally used a special offense move to disarm Desper. As Desper realized he was an inch from death he used his power to bring thoughts of betrayal to Apollo’s head. Desper smirked, knowing that he had won, and asked Apollo if he’d kill him for no reward or let him live and get whatever his heart desired. Apollo didn’t even hesitate he closed his eyes and swung so he wouldn’t have to look at what he gave up.

Apollo and Artemis slowly trudged home, since they were now respected as the overthrowers of the tyrant Desper they were not attacked. When they had got to their city they were surprised, even though Desper was gone the world was still miserable and dark. They built a makeshift hut and stepped in, shivering in the cold. Suddenly, a person appeared. Out of the darkness shone Zeus, in all his power. Zeus thanked them for getting rid of Desper and Apollo brushed his thanks away. Apollo smiled and said, “Oh great Zeus, do not thank us, for it is not a favor or a great accomplishment if someone does the right thing, it is merely that man fulfilling his duty as an individual.” Zeus beamed at them and said that Apollo and Artemis had learned values most people never learn their whole life. Zeus then said joyfully that the only way the darkness and misery would go away is if a god of light would come to rule. Zeus then granted Apollo and Artemis immortality. He then adopted them and named Apollo god of the sun and Artemis goddess of the moon. Apollo and Artemis wept with joy as they were welcomed with open arms at Mt.Olympus. When they were doing their daily flight over earth in their chariots people cheered, statues were built of them, and Dusa and Idas begged for forgiveness. Apollo forgave them and the two orphanage leaders, so grateful, built statues of Apollo and Artemis inside the actual orphanage. Zeus smiled at the twins and said ,“As long as people with good hearts like you remain light will always beat darkness, innocence will always beat guilt, and goodness shall always defeat evil.”

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Watching 'Gods of Egypt' last night got me thinking; I LOVE Greek and Roman mythology so much, but there are only so many stories. Can YOU make up a new story, using mythological characters? Or, you can even make up new characters (gods, mortals, etc.), if you like...Please tag me if you do.
Written by LadyRB
Hero's Journey
  *This is an unrevised story I wrote in 6th grade for an assignment, so don't judge!*

 Long ago, before there was light and happiness, darkness ruled. The ancient greek god of darkness that ruled at the time was Desper. Desper had an aura that caused everyone around him to feel hopeless, miserable, and doubt themselves. For this reason all of the greek gods combined couldn’t defeat Desper. Finally, Zeus pushed aside his pride and called for an assembly on earth so he could make an announcement. In the large crowd, at the very back, were the orphans. In this small group stood Apollo and his two minute younger twin sister, Artemis, listening as Zeus admitted that the gods couldn’t defeat Desper. Apollo walked back to the orphanage with Zeus’s last words ringing in his mind; “The gods of Mount Olympus send a plea of help, please, will some hero defeat Desper?”. Apollo stared at the mirror back at the orphanage, examining his reflection. Apollo was pretty tall for a 13 year old, he was also really bright for his age. Apollo had wavy blonde hair and bright inquisitive blue eyes. He wasn’t powerfully built, but he still was quite strong.His sister Artemis looked nothing like him. She was also tall, and shared the same charming smile but that’s where the similarities ended. Artemis had long straight brown hair, usually tied back in a ponytail and silvery eyes.All his life Apollo had hoped to be adopted and taken away to another place. Anyplace would be better than the dark, gloomy, unhappy place he lived in, smack in the middle of Desper’s kingdom. Apollo then heard the orphanage leaders coming around and, not wanting them to know he was out of bed, ran into his bed and feigned sleep. Catching one of the leaders saying his name, Apollo went to the dorm door and eavesdropped at the door crack. The first one, Dusa, started talking to the second, Idas. “Artemis? Yes she’s a sweetheart, kind, good at the loom she would’ve already been adopted if…”, started Dusa. “If what”, croaked Idas. “If it weren’t for that brother of her’s, Apollo that’s what. She won’t be separated from him and no one wants him. I mean he isn’t good enough at school to be a scholar, he isn’t strong enough to be a hunter or in the army, and he’s not good at household chores.”, Dusa ranted. “Well, we must do what we must, we shall put him to sleep.”,said Idas nastily. Apollo jumped out of his bed, suddenly, his body filled with adrenaline, he gathered his belongings and then crept up to his sister and kissed her goodbye. He was almost gone when he stopped to say two words to his sister; “’I’m sorry”, and just like that he was out the door.
Apollo was 13, and yet at the moment he is crying like a baby. His whole life, no matter how miserable, was rapidly changing and he knew he could not go back. Wiping his eyes he realized he had come to a fork in the path. He had to make a choice; either become a refuge or he could try to defeat Desper. Finally, he went right and was led into an even more gloomy place. It was a huge forest with a dense fog. He could hear the growls of beasts and could sense the dark magic around him. He slowly trudged forward, entering Desper’s lair. Apollo squinted through the fog and made out a glint of metal: a sword. He picked it up and then noticed a note on it; “Come further if you dare, and enter Desper’s lair, to help keep things fair, we are letting you prepare, Warning, caution, and take heed, for this is Desper’s property.” At the bottom of the note there was a sign, Apollo figured it was a signature. Suddenly a figure came out of the bushes, Apollo readied his sword, but then put it in his scabbard and ran to embrace the person. The stranger, he had realized was Artemis. “Let me come with you Apollo.”, She asked. So, now Artemis had joined Apollo, hand in hand they walked into the unknown.
As they continued, Apollo couldn’t help thinking about the note and the odd sign at the bottom. Apollo wondered if he was being foolish going on this quest, even if the didn’t die what would happen? There was no reward for defeating Desper and they had no place to return to. Just then he saw a sign on a tree, the same sign on the note. And then Apollo remembered where else he had seen the sign; in Greek class, it is the sign of death. Suddenly, a bunch of Desper’s pet’s, the Doom wolves, jumped out. They started to attack, instantly Apollo’s battle reflexes kicked in. Instinctively, Apollo dropped down, rolled over to the side, dodging the wolves, with Artemis with him. Without knowing what he was going to do Apollo raised his sword and slaughtered every last wolf. Panting, they continued down the path. A disturbance in the bushes caused an abrupt stop, Apollo readied his sword afraid of what would come next. However, nothing frightening came out, instead a beautiful woman walked out. She looked sweet and humble and seemed to be a mother like figure. So Apollo followed her without hesitation when she asked if they were hungry. As Apollo ate, Artemis stared at the woman, not trusting her at all. Suddenly Artemis sat upright, she knew who this woman was; the enchantress Ceres. “No”, Artemis screamed. Slapping the food from Apollo’s hands Artemis grabbed the bow and arrow lying on the floor and shot Ceres. Apollo and Artemis seemed to make a silent agreement not to discuss what just happened. They both grabbed Ceres’s mechanical wings to fly to Desper’s castle, before they left Artemis pocketed the bow and quiver of arrows, she would need them. As soon as they reached Apollo launched himself into combat with Desper, Artemis from the side shot arrows at Desper. Apollo finally used a special offense move to disarm Desper. As Desper realized he was an inch from death he used his power to bring thoughts of betrayal to Apollo’s head. Desper smirked, knowing that he had won, and asked Apollo if he’d kill him for no reward or let him live and get whatever his heart desired. Apollo didn’t even hesitate he closed his eyes and swung so he wouldn’t have to look at what he gave up.
Apollo and Artemis slowly trudged home, since they were now respected as the overthrowers of the tyrant Desper they were not attacked. When they had got to their city they were surprised, even though Desper was gone the world was still miserable and dark. They built a makeshift hut and stepped in, shivering in the cold. Suddenly, a person appeared. Out of the darkness shone Zeus, in all his power. Zeus thanked them for getting rid of Desper and Apollo brushed his thanks away. Apollo smiled and said, “Oh great Zeus, do not thank us, for it is not a favor or a great accomplishment if someone does the right thing, it is merely that man fulfilling his duty as an individual.” Zeus beamed at them and said that Apollo and Artemis had learned values most people never learn their whole life. Zeus then said joyfully that the only way the darkness and misery would go away is if a god of light would come to rule. Zeus then granted Apollo and Artemis immortality. He then adopted them and named Apollo god of the sun and Artemis goddess of the moon. Apollo and Artemis wept with joy as they were welcomed with open arms at Mt.Olympus. When they were doing their daily flight over earth in their chariots people cheered, statues were built of them, and Dusa and Idas begged for forgiveness. Apollo forgave them and the two orphanage leaders, so grateful, built statues of Apollo and Artemis inside the actual orphanage. Zeus smiled at the twins and said ,“As long as people with good hearts like you remain light will always beat darkness, innocence will always beat guilt, and goodness shall always defeat evil.”
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To the best of your ability, tell us which would you choose or which one is better - A broken heart or An empty one! If you will, please include the 'Why'. #BrokenOrEmpty Tag me, if you want!! Happy writing, y'all :)
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Broken hearts, for sure

You're hurting now,

It'll heal

And

You'll realize you're lucky

That you can still feel

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To the best of your ability, tell us which would you choose or which one is better - A broken heart or An empty one! If you will, please include the 'Why'. #BrokenOrEmpty Tag me, if you want!! Happy writing, y'all :)
Written by LadyRB in portal Micropoetry
Broken hearts, for sure
You're hurting now,
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That you can still feel
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Define what it means to be an atheist.
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Why I'm an atheist

A quote I usually remember when I think of Atheism is "Either God can do nothing to stop catastrophes, or he doesn't care to, or he doesn't exist. God is either: impotent, evil, or imaginary." Why am I an atheist? Take a good look around at the world. At the starving children, poverty, disease, war, and hatred. That's why. Because if God does exist then I really want an explanation. I used to pray to God every day. Right before I went to sleep. I didn't know the prayers, so I just talked and hoped someone would hear me. No one did. I prayed for my grades, my health, my future success. Well it looks like all three are gone. I don't believe in God because I can't believe in an all powerful being that can't make our world a better place, that does nothing while I go through hell. I don't want to believe in a God that stands by while the world is suffering. An atheist is someone who has opened his/her eyes to the harshness of reality. God is a hope that many cling onto because if there is no God there is no easy answer. What's the point of life, what happens when we die, etc. But there is no easy answer. The idea of simply not existing eventually terrifies people. The unknown has always terrified people. But atheists realize that what is scarier than the unknown is believing in something that doesn't exist.

*I hope this offends no one, it is simply my opinion on a very controversial matter.*

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Define what it means to be an atheist.
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Why I'm an atheist
A quote I usually remember when I think of Atheism is "Either God can do nothing to stop catastrophes, or he doesn't care to, or he doesn't exist. God is either: impotent, evil, or imaginary." Why am I an atheist? Take a good look around at the world. At the starving children, poverty, disease, war, and hatred. That's why. Because if God does exist then I really want an explanation. I used to pray to God every day. Right before I went to sleep. I didn't know the prayers, so I just talked and hoped someone would hear me. No one did. I prayed for my grades, my health, my future success. Well it looks like all three are gone. I don't believe in God because I can't believe in an all powerful being that can't make our world a better place, that does nothing while I go through hell. I don't want to believe in a God that stands by while the world is suffering. An atheist is someone who has opened his/her eyes to the harshness of reality. God is a hope that many cling onto because if there is no God there is no easy answer. What's the point of life, what happens when we die, etc. But there is no easy answer. The idea of simply not existing eventually terrifies people. The unknown has always terrified people. But atheists realize that what is scarier than the unknown is believing in something that doesn't exist.

*I hope this offends no one, it is simply my opinion on a very controversial matter.*
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Write a short story about a relationship between student and teacher.
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A badly needed reminder

"GOD-DAMMIT!"

A string of curses flew out of his mouth as he tried to hop his way over to his easy chair. His tie askew, he held his foot in one hand while he ran his other through his wild tangle of hair. He stared at his undecorated room, complete with a beat up mattress and a threadbare sofa, and wondered, not for the first time, what the hell he was doing. He barely managed to make rent this month, he was still eating an all ramen noodle diet, and still needed his parents to pay for his phone bill. Basically, he was still living like a college student. He had had this job for a while now and he was getting nowhere with it. With a sigh, he resigned to the only option he had left. He would take up his parents' offer. He was logging into his email to respond to their message when he saw it. A new message. Opening it, he saw a name he hadn't heard in years.

"Dear Mr. Williams,

Hi! It's been a while! I just wanted to thank you so much. I just got my acceptance letter for Princeton and I honestly couldn't have done it without you. You were definitely the best English teacher I've ever had. I was hoping you would be able to attend my graduation ceremony on the 21st? Thanks again for everything!

Sincerely, 

Robyn Smith"

A smile spread over his face as he declined his parents' offer. He finally remembered why he had decided to become a teacher.

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A badly needed reminder
"GOD-DAMMIT!"
A string of curses flew out of his mouth as he tried to hop his way over to his easy chair. His tie askew, he held his foot in one hand while he ran his other through his wild tangle of hair. He stared at his undecorated room, complete with a beat up mattress and a threadbare sofa, and wondered, not for the first time, what the hell he was doing. He barely managed to make rent this month, he was still eating an all ramen noodle diet, and still needed his parents to pay for his phone bill. Basically, he was still living like a college student. He had had this job for a while now and he was getting nowhere with it. With a sigh, he resigned to the only option he had left. He would take up his parents' offer. He was logging into his email to respond to their message when he saw it. A new message. Opening it, he saw a name he hadn't heard in years.

"Dear Mr. Williams,

Hi! It's been a while! I just wanted to thank you so much. I just got my acceptance letter for Princeton and I honestly couldn't have done it without you. You were definitely the best English teacher I've ever had. I was hoping you would be able to attend my graduation ceremony on the 21st? Thanks again for everything!

Sincerely, 
Robyn Smith"

A smile spread over his face as he declined his parents' offer. He finally remembered why he had decided to become a teacher.




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Written by LadyRB in portal Publishing

If Only It Were Love

    They sat there silently for a few moments. He stared at the space between them. She was only inches away but he knew that he couldn’t reach her. He wanted to say something, needed to say something, but he didn’t know what to say. Anything he said would be too little, too late. The space between them felt infinite. Suddenly she grabbed his hand in her smaller one and laid them in the center of the stone bench, a bridge connecting the two. He quickly looked first at their entwined hands, and then up into her face. She had once been beautiful. Golden brown eyes and skin, dark, untamed hair, and a lively expression that left an impression that was not quickly forgotten. She was a shadow of that woman. He could not bring himself to look at her, her skin now pale and sickly, her hair matted, her eyes full of pain. “I want you,” she said in a soft, hushed voice. His eyes widened in shock, but he still couldn’t look into hers. He was afraid of what he would see there. Or maybe of what she would find in his. “I want you to be the reason I wake up in the morning, because tomorrow isn’t enough anymore.” And this, more than anything else she’d said, terrified him. He knew that when she had talked about it before she wouldn’t actually go through with it. She was too ambitious, had too many dreams. She was living in the hope that a brighter tomorrow was around the corner. And now that too was gone. He looked up. She was staring at him as though he was her anchor to this world. Her eyes met his and he saw an all-consuming sadness. So much goddamn sadness. Her eyes bore into his, searching for answers to unasked questions. Answers that he couldn’t give. He glanced down again at her hand wrapped around his. When had it become so fragile? A flick and it would crumple. She had once been the strongest person he knew. He made as to hold her wrist in his hand, and then saw the scars. She jerked her hand away and hid it in her pocket, staring him down. Daring him to mention it. Perhaps she had just been strong for too long. He turned back to her eyes. Her heart wrenching eyes. He looked past her at Ethan, who was animatedly telling a story to a few friends, and their eyes met. No, he didn’t love her. But he would still hold her while she cried, comfort her when it seemed the whole world had turned its back on her. He knew that there were some wounds that would never heal, scars that you could never possibly see, but he also knew that she was broken and he wanted to help fix her, help her because he knew that she couldn’t help herself. She saw his answer in his eyes and something resembling a smile flickered across her face. He loved her enough to believe that if saving her meant sacrificing his own happiness he would do it in a heartbeat.

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Written by LadyRB in portal Publishing
If Only It Were Love
    They sat there silently for a few moments. He stared at the space between them. She was only inches away but he knew that he couldn’t reach her. He wanted to say something, needed to say something, but he didn’t know what to say. Anything he said would be too little, too late. The space between them felt infinite. Suddenly she grabbed his hand in her smaller one and laid them in the center of the stone bench, a bridge connecting the two. He quickly looked first at their entwined hands, and then up into her face. She had once been beautiful. Golden brown eyes and skin, dark, untamed hair, and a lively expression that left an impression that was not quickly forgotten. She was a shadow of that woman. He could not bring himself to look at her, her skin now pale and sickly, her hair matted, her eyes full of pain. “I want you,” she said in a soft, hushed voice. His eyes widened in shock, but he still couldn’t look into hers. He was afraid of what he would see there. Or maybe of what she would find in his. “I want you to be the reason I wake up in the morning, because tomorrow isn’t enough anymore.” And this, more than anything else she’d said, terrified him. He knew that when she had talked about it before she wouldn’t actually go through with it. She was too ambitious, had too many dreams. She was living in the hope that a brighter tomorrow was around the corner. And now that too was gone. He looked up. She was staring at him as though he was her anchor to this world. Her eyes met his and he saw an all-consuming sadness. So much goddamn sadness. Her eyes bore into his, searching for answers to unasked questions. Answers that he couldn’t give. He glanced down again at her hand wrapped around his. When had it become so fragile? A flick and it would crumple. She had once been the strongest person he knew. He made as to hold her wrist in his hand, and then saw the scars. She jerked her hand away and hid it in her pocket, staring him down. Daring him to mention it. Perhaps she had just been strong for too long. He turned back to her eyes. Her heart wrenching eyes. He looked past her at Ethan, who was animatedly telling a story to a few friends, and their eyes met. No, he didn’t love her. But he would still hold her while she cried, comfort her when it seemed the whole world had turned its back on her. He knew that there were some wounds that would never heal, scars that you could never possibly see, but he also knew that she was broken and he wanted to help fix her, help her because he knew that she couldn’t help herself. She saw his answer in his eyes and something resembling a smile flickered across her face. He loved her enough to believe that if saving her meant sacrificing his own happiness he would do it in a heartbeat.
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It's cliché, yes, but I still want to know -- If you could be a superhero/super-villain, what kind of power would you want?
Written by LadyRB

Invisibility

If I could have any power at all, I once would've said mind reading. To be able to know how others feel....to feel their pain. Empathy never came easy to me. I mean, I could feel waves of emotion for starving kids in Africa, dead elephants in India, lines of stumps where forests once stood. But I couldn't feel any compassion if a right in person in front of me got hurt. I also wanted to know how they thought about me. I could never tell if I was friends with people or not, and at a certain age it's no longer socially acceptable to simply ask someone if you're friends. But now I've found out that I don't have as many friends as I thought I did, and that even if I could hear their thought processes I wouldn't empathize. I don't need mind reading to tell me that. Now I'd say invisibility. I already feel invisible, but if I could turn invisible I'd be able to stop pretending to be so damn happy all the time. I could slowly fade away.

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Invisibility
If I could have any power at all, I once would've said mind reading. To be able to know how others feel....to feel their pain. Empathy never came easy to me. I mean, I could feel waves of emotion for starving kids in Africa, dead elephants in India, lines of stumps where forests once stood. But I couldn't feel any compassion if a right in person in front of me got hurt. I also wanted to know how they thought about me. I could never tell if I was friends with people or not, and at a certain age it's no longer socially acceptable to simply ask someone if you're friends. But now I've found out that I don't have as many friends as I thought I did, and that even if I could hear their thought processes I wouldn't empathize. I don't need mind reading to tell me that. Now I'd say invisibility. I already feel invisible, but if I could turn invisible I'd be able to stop pretending to be so damn happy all the time. I could slowly fade away.
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Challenge of the Week #58: You are a victim of injustice, write a story about it. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $150. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
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The woman dressed in black

The woman was dressed all in black.

No one had died, but she was still in mourning.

She still remembered the day the girl she once was had died.

And the man who had killed her.

Her vision blurred as a film of tears formed-but it was gone as soon it came.

She walked briskly away from the courtroom, ignoring her lawyer-who hadn't done nearly enough.

And then-

She stopped.

She sank to the floor, the rough gravelly pavement, and finally allowed herself to cry.

She cried for the girl she once was and the woman she was now.

She cried because the moment she had gone up to the stand she had become the one on trial.

The D.A asked her why she was making up these lies, she had a perfect life, one others would kill to have.

Wasn't she an entitled little b***h.

She cried because her trust and faith had been broken. Damaged, perhaps beyond repair.

By the person she had loved most.

When she had finally brought herself to get up, night had fallen. A hazy figure emerged in the distance, making its way towards her.

"Come on, it's late. We best be going now."

She let her dad take her by the hand and drive her back home.

And this time when he forced himself on her she didn't resist.

A prized stallion, she had finally been broken.

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Challenge of the Week #58: You are a victim of injustice, write a story about it. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $150. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
Written by LadyRB
The woman dressed in black
The woman was dressed all in black.
No one had died, but she was still in mourning.
She still remembered the day the girl she once was had died.
And the man who had killed her.
Her vision blurred as a film of tears formed-but it was gone as soon it came.
She walked briskly away from the courtroom, ignoring her lawyer-who hadn't done nearly enough.
And then-
She stopped.
She sank to the floor, the rough gravelly pavement, and finally allowed herself to cry.
She cried for the girl she once was and the woman she was now.
She cried because the moment she had gone up to the stand she had become the one on trial.
The D.A asked her why she was making up these lies, she had a perfect life, one others would kill to have.
Wasn't she an entitled little b***h.
She cried because her trust and faith had been broken. Damaged, perhaps beyond repair.
By the person she had loved most.
When she had finally brought herself to get up, night had fallen. A hazy figure emerged in the distance, making its way towards her.
"Come on, it's late. We best be going now."
She let her dad take her by the hand and drive her back home.
And this time when he forced himself on her she didn't resist.
A prized stallion, she had finally been broken.
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There's just something about Nothing...
Written by LadyRB in portal Philosophy

Nothing is always something

Isn't it strange how nothing is something-

It's just something we don't want you to know. And sometimes nothing won't be enough of an answer and you'll press for more and other times-you'll just drop it.

But nothing is always something.

And one day you'll wonder what if-

What if nothing wasn't enough?

What if you had wanted an answer.

Something more than nothing.

But for now let it slip to the back of your mind. Pretend it's nothing.

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There's just something about Nothing...
Written by LadyRB in portal Philosophy
Nothing is always something
Isn't it strange how nothing is something-
It's just something we don't want you to know. And sometimes nothing won't be enough of an answer and you'll press for more and other times-you'll just drop it.

But nothing is always something.

And one day you'll wonder what if-
What if nothing wasn't enough?
What if you had wanted an answer.
Something more than nothing.

But for now let it slip to the back of your mind. Pretend it's nothing.
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Love is overrated; write something about hate.
Written by LadyRB

Another ungrateful teenage rant

Cry yourself a river

Maybe you'll drown in it

Hit me hard with your words

Give me another reason

To hate you

They say hate is a strong word

Well good,

Because I want it to hurt

For everything you should be

And everything you could be

You were selfish, passing on

What you didn't want to me

Shouldn't have chose to be

Something you can't handle

It was always your choice

-not mine

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Love is overrated; write something about hate.
Written by LadyRB
Another ungrateful teenage rant
Cry yourself a river
Maybe you'll drown in it
Hit me hard with your words
Give me another reason
To hate you
They say hate is a strong word
Well good,
Because I want it to hurt
For everything you should be
And everything you could be
You were selfish, passing on
What you didn't want to me
Shouldn't have chose to be
Something you can't handle
It was always your choice
-not mine
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"I wanna scream I love you from the top of my lungs, But I'm afraid that someone else will hear me." -FOB (The (Shipped) Gold Standard)
Written by LadyRB in portal Romance & Erotica

Not sure

Another secret

Another silent regret

I'm just not sure yet

And I think I love you

Or maybe I hate you

Doesn't matter, it's the

Same thing

And I'm oh so broken

But I'll take your baggage

And you can take mine

Keep your heart as a token

But I don't want anyone

Else to see me with you

So swallow your pride

And your words

Hide your face

Behind a mask of disgrace

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"I wanna scream I love you from the top of my lungs, But I'm afraid that someone else will hear me." -FOB (The (Shipped) Gold Standard)
Written by LadyRB in portal Romance & Erotica
Not sure
Another secret
Another silent regret
I'm just not sure yet

And I think I love you
Or maybe I hate you
Doesn't matter, it's the
Same thing

And I'm oh so broken
But I'll take your baggage
And you can take mine
Keep your heart as a token

But I don't want anyone
Else to see me with you
So swallow your pride
And your words
Hide your face
Behind a mask of disgrace



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