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Is it okay to talk to yourself?
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Is it okay if you don’t know?

“Is it okay to talk to yourself?”

“You’re asking the wrong person.”

“What do you mean?”

“You don’t remember?”

“What do you mean?”

“I am you.”

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Is it okay to talk to yourself?
Written by Snowshoerabbit
Is it okay if you don’t know?
“Is it okay to talk to yourself?”
“You’re asking the wrong person.”
“What do you mean?”
“You don’t remember?”
“What do you mean?”
“I am you.”
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Write a horror story in two sentences.
Written by Snowshoerabbit in portal Horror & Thriller

Blood

The young couple smiled at each other through a glass pane. They woke up surrounded by the blood of the other.

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Write a horror story in two sentences.
Written by Snowshoerabbit in portal Horror & Thriller
Blood
The young couple smiled at each other through a glass pane. They woke up surrounded by the blood of the other.
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Define Poetry using Prose Essay Format Only. No Fiction. 75 - 150 words. Mass tagged posts will call for automatic disqualification.
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Complicated

Poetry is an escape to a world long forgotten. It helps one heal yet keeps one from moving. One might get stuck in it not knowing what to say of it. The whole concept is rather confusing despite the simplicity of it. One might believe poetry is helping them when in reality it’s pulling them deeper into the crevices of their mind. In the end poetry is simply an escape from a complicated world.

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Define Poetry using Prose Essay Format Only. No Fiction. 75 - 150 words. Mass tagged posts will call for automatic disqualification.
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Complicated
Poetry is an escape to a world long forgotten. It helps one heal yet keeps one from moving. One might get stuck in it not knowing what to say of it. The whole concept is rather confusing despite the simplicity of it. One might believe poetry is helping them when in reality it’s pulling them deeper into the crevices of their mind. In the end poetry is simply an escape from a complicated world.
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Who is in control of your life?
Written by Snowshoerabbit

Puppet Master

Pulling at the strings

The puppet master laughs

They think they’re in control

But like every other person

They’re really not

They pull strings for most

But someone is pulling theirs

They are not in control

Of anything really

They feel success

But it belongs to another

It’s honestly really sad

That the puppet master

Thinks they’re in control

And they’re not the one laughing

Because in reality

The person behind them is laughing

For them.

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Who is in control of your life?
Written by Snowshoerabbit
Puppet Master
Pulling at the strings
The puppet master laughs
They think they’re in control
But like every other person
They’re really not
They pull strings for most
But someone is pulling theirs
They are not in control
Of anything really
They feel success
But it belongs to another
It’s honestly really sad
That the puppet master
Thinks they’re in control
And they’re not the one laughing
Because in reality
The person behind them is laughing
For them.
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In a perfect world, men like me would not exist. But this is not a perfect world.
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Perfect Poison

In a perfect world

Men like me

Wouldn’t exist

The people around me

Would not allow it

They’d throw me down

Before I could stand up

I’m too poisonous

To exist in a perfect world

People would die if they saw

But in this non perfect world

People like me are common

That’s why everyone’s dying

Because we’re poisonous.

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In a perfect world, men like me would not exist. But this is not a perfect world.
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Perfect Poison
In a perfect world
Men like me
Wouldn’t exist
The people around me
Would not allow it
They’d throw me down
Before I could stand up
I’m too poisonous
To exist in a perfect world
People would die if they saw
But in this non perfect world
People like me are common
That’s why everyone’s dying
Because we’re poisonous.
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Written by Snowshoerabbit in portal Trident Media Group

Cause Unknown

The golden rays reflected off her briefcase. They all rushed past her, barely acknowledging her on the ground. A stream of red was flowing out of her briefcase weaving through the cracks in the sidewalk. One person paused for a little longer than they should have, but then like the rest they continued. Her eyes flickered as she gazed at the many people who passed by. The stream kept flowing staining a few people's shoes, they would later be asked why it was on their shoes. They would all be suspects, but none of them knew that, yet. What they couldn't see was the small dart piercing through the back of her head. It had not gone all the way through, it hadn't killed her. It had done so little, she couldn't even notice. She would notice when the dart opened and the poison leaked into her brain. It would first attack her nervous system and then her immune. Finally, it would attack her circulatory system. It would cause her blood to flow into her lungs and fill them up. She might cough a little bit, but it will happen so fast that she'll be dead before the end of the minute. Of course, none of that has happened yet. Right now the red liquid is flowing out of the briefcase. Most likely blood from the heart that was sitting inside. Why there was a heart inside her briefcase, probably had something to do with what happened earlier. Maybe it was there because she was a nurse at the local hospital. It might also be there because her brother was the local police station's mortician. The last explanation doesn't make sense though. Maybe it was the heart of the dead body that was only two blocks away. The ambulance would be coming soon to pick that up. Her brother will probably look at that body and quickly realize there is no heart. He might also notice that her fingerprints are all over that person's jewelry along with someone else's fingerprints. Yet none of this is known to the people passing by.

The small girl that passed by her right when she started coughing pulled her mother's shirt. Clearly, the little girl is worried about her. This little girl remembers this woman from when the little girl had an extremely high fever and this woman was her nurse. The mother will listen to her little girl and will call an ambulance. At this point the woman is coughing blood, she has approximately fifty-four seconds left. The ambulance will not make it in time. The little girl will try to run to the woman, but her mom will hold her back. The woman has forty-nine seconds left. Pretty soon a crowd will form around the woman. She has thirty-seven seconds left. When her coughing turns extremely violently a man will step forward, he knows CPR. Of course, he won't be helpful she only has thirty seconds left. The little girl will start crying while her mother is describing the scene to the 911 operative. The operative has no clue what this is, the woman only has twenty-three seconds remaining. The man begins performing CPR, it does nothing. She has eighteen seconds left. The briefcase falls open. Everyone screams. She has seven seconds. Inside the briefcase is the heart of the dead body that was just picked up by the ambulance two blocks over. The body was her girlfriend. Her brother will discover the other set of fingerprints was that of the Police Chief. The Police Chief will be arrested in twenty-four hours when all evidence points to him, including the prints found on the briefcase. Her prints were not on the briefcase. The man performing CPR continues, with no success. She has exactly two seconds remaining. The little girl will scream with all her lung power when the blood spurts out of the woman's mouth like a fountain. The woman's time is up. The ambulance will arrive in four minutes.

When the first body arrives at the mortician her brother will immediately recognize the body. The brother will do his work careful despite his personal connection to the victim. Yet when his sister's body arrives, only fifteen minutes later, he will leave the room and have his assistant perform the tasks. The assistant will determine that his sister's death was a homicide. The assistant will put the dart in an evidence bag. Her brother will come out and will continue examining her girlfriend's body. He has already determined that the death was indeed a homicide. He will get the detective to run the prints, both pairs that were found on the bodies various pieces of jewelry. The assistant will find traces of the poison in the sister's body, but will not be able to identify it. Eventually, the brother will walk over to his sister's dead body and notice a fresh scab on her cheek, which hadn't been there yesterday, at their family's annual barbecue. He'll ask the assistant to test the area around the scab. They will find traces of the Police Chief's DNA there. Later they will find a knife covered in the Police Chief's fingerprints. For a Police Chief, he was really bad at covering up a murder. No one will ever find hard evidence on who killed the sister until it is way too late. The detective in charge of the case will close it in forty-seven days. The Police Chief will be arrested for accompanying in the murder of Hannah Alexis Wieland. The sister was also charged in the murder of Hannah Alexis Wieland. In ten years the sister's case will be reopened. When two more people will be murdered with a similar poison. These two people will be the brother and his assistant during the time of the first murder. Apparently, even though the case was closed the brother and the assistant continued investigating and eventually discovered who did it. Of course, they discovered this information ten years too late. 

The person who had murdered the sister was the mother of the little girl. Of course, no one will ever know why she did it. She'll never even be caught. Her daughter will grow up healthy and strong. The daughter will most likely go to a fancy college and become famous for something to do with knowledge. She'll probably grow old and will probably marry and have two children. She'll most likely never know what her mother did and she really shouldn't. She might remember in her old age the woman that had died in front of her eyes so many years ago, but her mind will probably decay with age. Eventually, she will die.

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Written by Snowshoerabbit in portal Trident Media Group
Cause Unknown
The golden rays reflected off her briefcase. They all rushed past her, barely acknowledging her on the ground. A stream of red was flowing out of her briefcase weaving through the cracks in the sidewalk. One person paused for a little longer than they should have, but then like the rest they continued. Her eyes flickered as she gazed at the many people who passed by. The stream kept flowing staining a few people's shoes, they would later be asked why it was on their shoes. They would all be suspects, but none of them knew that, yet. What they couldn't see was the small dart piercing through the back of her head. It had not gone all the way through, it hadn't killed her. It had done so little, she couldn't even notice. She would notice when the dart opened and the poison leaked into her brain. It would first attack her nervous system and then her immune. Finally, it would attack her circulatory system. It would cause her blood to flow into her lungs and fill them up. She might cough a little bit, but it will happen so fast that she'll be dead before the end of the minute. Of course, none of that has happened yet. Right now the red liquid is flowing out of the briefcase. Most likely blood from the heart that was sitting inside. Why there was a heart inside her briefcase, probably had something to do with what happened earlier. Maybe it was there because she was a nurse at the local hospital. It might also be there because her brother was the local police station's mortician. The last explanation doesn't make sense though. Maybe it was the heart of the dead body that was only two blocks away. The ambulance would be coming soon to pick that up. Her brother will probably look at that body and quickly realize there is no heart. He might also notice that her fingerprints are all over that person's jewelry along with someone else's fingerprints. Yet none of this is known to the people passing by.
The small girl that passed by her right when she started coughing pulled her mother's shirt. Clearly, the little girl is worried about her. This little girl remembers this woman from when the little girl had an extremely high fever and this woman was her nurse. The mother will listen to her little girl and will call an ambulance. At this point the woman is coughing blood, she has approximately fifty-four seconds left. The ambulance will not make it in time. The little girl will try to run to the woman, but her mom will hold her back. The woman has forty-nine seconds left. Pretty soon a crowd will form around the woman. She has thirty-seven seconds left. When her coughing turns extremely violently a man will step forward, he knows CPR. Of course, he won't be helpful she only has thirty seconds left. The little girl will start crying while her mother is describing the scene to the 911 operative. The operative has no clue what this is, the woman only has twenty-three seconds remaining. The man begins performing CPR, it does nothing. She has eighteen seconds left. The briefcase falls open. Everyone screams. She has seven seconds. Inside the briefcase is the heart of the dead body that was just picked up by the ambulance two blocks over. The body was her girlfriend. Her brother will discover the other set of fingerprints was that of the Police Chief. The Police Chief will be arrested in twenty-four hours when all evidence points to him, including the prints found on the briefcase. Her prints were not on the briefcase. The man performing CPR continues, with no success. She has exactly two seconds remaining. The little girl will scream with all her lung power when the blood spurts out of the woman's mouth like a fountain. The woman's time is up. The ambulance will arrive in four minutes.
When the first body arrives at the mortician her brother will immediately recognize the body. The brother will do his work careful despite his personal connection to the victim. Yet when his sister's body arrives, only fifteen minutes later, he will leave the room and have his assistant perform the tasks. The assistant will determine that his sister's death was a homicide. The assistant will put the dart in an evidence bag. Her brother will come out and will continue examining her girlfriend's body. He has already determined that the death was indeed a homicide. He will get the detective to run the prints, both pairs that were found on the bodies various pieces of jewelry. The assistant will find traces of the poison in the sister's body, but will not be able to identify it. Eventually, the brother will walk over to his sister's dead body and notice a fresh scab on her cheek, which hadn't been there yesterday, at their family's annual barbecue. He'll ask the assistant to test the area around the scab. They will find traces of the Police Chief's DNA there. Later they will find a knife covered in the Police Chief's fingerprints. For a Police Chief, he was really bad at covering up a murder. No one will ever find hard evidence on who killed the sister until it is way too late. The detective in charge of the case will close it in forty-seven days. The Police Chief will be arrested for accompanying in the murder of Hannah Alexis Wieland. The sister was also charged in the murder of Hannah Alexis Wieland. In ten years the sister's case will be reopened. When two more people will be murdered with a similar poison. These two people will be the brother and his assistant during the time of the first murder. Apparently, even though the case was closed the brother and the assistant continued investigating and eventually discovered who did it. Of course, they discovered this information ten years too late. 
The person who had murdered the sister was the mother of the little girl. Of course, no one will ever know why she did it. She'll never even be caught. Her daughter will grow up healthy and strong. The daughter will most likely go to a fancy college and become famous for something to do with knowledge. She'll probably grow old and will probably marry and have two children. She'll most likely never know what her mother did and she really shouldn't. She might remember in her old age the woman that had died in front of her eyes so many years ago, but her mind will probably decay with age. Eventually, she will die.
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A secret is only safe if the other person is dead.
Written by Snowshoerabbit in portal Horror & Thriller

That was the day I decided that murder was my only option. If I were to keep my secrets secret they all must die. Even Mr. Cuddly Bunny VI. Yes, I know.

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A secret is only safe if the other person is dead.
Written by Snowshoerabbit in portal Horror & Thriller
That was the day I decided that murder was my only option. If I were to keep my secrets secret they all must die. Even Mr. Cuddly Bunny VI. Yes, I know.
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My friend lost her mother recently, and I want to be there for her, but how can I do so? Write a poem, short story, prose, etc. about being there for someone who lost someone dear to them. Tag me @justaperson
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Comfort

Is weird

You don't want it

But people still give it

Sometimes it's like they're stabbing you

"You poor sweet thing"

They say sickly

I'm not about to break

Your eyes respond

I want to help you

But what am I supposed to say

Because every single word

Seems like a thorn in your side

And I should know

It happened to me too

But I know not what to do

Maybe I can just sit there

And let your words seep

Let you complain into me

I'll take it all

So that you may breathe

Because I know what happened to me

If you let it out early

It'll be easier then on

Poetry is a great escape

It deals with emotion in a healthy way

And your poetry

Will be sad

It will hurt

And it will stab

Words are powerful they said

And they didn't lie

Words heal wounds

And open them up again

But trust me use them well

They can help you

Heal

I know from experience

Even if what I felt was different

Words helped me heal

And still do

To this day

So work up the courage

To not lash out

When they say

"I'm so sorry"

I know it's not their fault

They have no right to say that

Especially when they have

No relation to the deceased

But you can do it

Just don't listen

Nod when they speak that

Because in a few minutes

You can rant to me.

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My friend lost her mother recently, and I want to be there for her, but how can I do so? Write a poem, short story, prose, etc. about being there for someone who lost someone dear to them. Tag me @justaperson
Written by Snowshoerabbit
Comfort
Is weird
You don't want it
But people still give it
Sometimes it's like they're stabbing you
"You poor sweet thing"
They say sickly
I'm not about to break
Your eyes respond
I want to help you
But what am I supposed to say
Because every single word
Seems like a thorn in your side
And I should know
It happened to me too
But I know not what to do
Maybe I can just sit there
And let your words seep
Let you complain into me
I'll take it all
So that you may breathe
Because I know what happened to me
If you let it out early
It'll be easier then on
Poetry is a great escape
It deals with emotion in a healthy way
And your poetry
Will be sad
It will hurt
And it will stab
Words are powerful they said
And they didn't lie
Words heal wounds
And open them up again
But trust me use them well
They can help you
Heal
I know from experience
Even if what I felt was different
Words helped me heal
And still do
To this day
So work up the courage
To not lash out
When they say
"I'm so sorry"
I know it's not their fault
They have no right to say that
Especially when they have
No relation to the deceased
But you can do it
Just don't listen
Nod when they speak that
Because in a few minutes
You can rant to me.
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Written by Snowshoerabbit in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Breathe

Breathing through a hole

Trying to survive

In

And out

In

And out

One

And two

One

And two.

I got to keep

Breathing

In

And out.

I can continue

I'm breathing

In

And out.

I am surviving

I'm living

One

And two.

Keep breathing

You can do it

One

And two.

It might be painful

But what's worse

Breathing or not?

I can't be positive

That what's after this

Is any better.

I don't know my fate

I'd rather keep breathing

In

And out.

As long as you breath

I can keep

In

And out.

You are my lifeline

And as long as you

One

And two.

We are connected

We both breathe

One

And two.

I know it's painful

But we don't know

What's next.

You can do this

I know you can

Because I am.

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Written by Snowshoerabbit in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Breathe
Breathing through a hole
Trying to survive
In
And out
In
And out
One
And two
One
And two.

I got to keep
Breathing
In
And out.

I can continue
I'm breathing
In
And out.

I am surviving
I'm living
One
And two.

Keep breathing
You can do it
One
And two.

It might be painful
But what's worse
Breathing or not?

I can't be positive
That what's after this
Is any better.

I don't know my fate
I'd rather keep breathing
In
And out.

As long as you breath
I can keep
In
And out.

You are my lifeline
And as long as you
One
And two.

We are connected
We both breathe
One
And two.

I know it's painful
But we don't know
What's next.

You can do this
I know you can
Because I am.
#pain  #breathe 
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Pen me a story where the first line is, "Women and children first" Disaster, dystopia, whatever you'd like.
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Frozen

"Women and children first!" The announcer called over the speakers. I could see the hoard of them rush into the room. They're was a slight humming noise, then it stopped. "Now men it is your turn!" The announcer said under his, or maybe her breath. I stepped forward slowly feeling a rush of cool air flooding over me, "Weird for the summer."

Suddenly I heard a scream in front of me, "Run! It's not what you think! It's not what you th—" I turned around and started walking away, my gut believed whoever said that, something wasn't right. I didn't make it far before the hoard of bodies pushed me along with them into the building. It was cold, freezing cold. The hum began and it got colder and colder. At first my fingers couldn't move, then my whole arm. A few seconds later the only thing I could still feel was my own head. Than it was gone, it was all gone.

I opened my eyes and there was nothing left besides me and the people who had also entered that thing.

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Pen me a story where the first line is, "Women and children first" Disaster, dystopia, whatever you'd like.
Written by Snowshoerabbit
Frozen
"Women and children first!" The announcer called over the speakers. I could see the hoard of them rush into the room. They're was a slight humming noise, then it stopped. "Now men it is your turn!" The announcer said under his, or maybe her breath. I stepped forward slowly feeling a rush of cool air flooding over me, "Weird for the summer."
Suddenly I heard a scream in front of me, "Run! It's not what you think! It's not what you th—" I turned around and started walking away, my gut believed whoever said that, something wasn't right. I didn't make it far before the hoard of bodies pushed me along with them into the building. It was cold, freezing cold. The hum began and it got colder and colder. At first my fingers couldn't move, then my whole arm. A few seconds later the only thing I could still feel was my own head. Than it was gone, it was all gone.
I opened my eyes and there was nothing left besides me and the people who had also entered that thing.
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