There is not a single word in the entire world that can describe how much I love and adore this human being. She is just the most supportive, encouraging, and all around brilliant person I’ve had the pleasure of meeting.

I met her about a couple months ago on another writing website after reading her magnificent piece, "oh aphrodite, why must tragedy befall you?" Now, of course I had seen her around before, but I never interacted with her before that. I can still remember the giddiness of replying to each others' comments, the excitement of meeting another writer as passionate about it as I was, the thrill of an inkling of a new friendship.

Talking with her has been one of the most uplifting moments of my day. She is just a fireball of positive energy and a delight to talk to. From time to time, we'll get nostalgic and reminisce about our childhood youth. Everything I get to know about her is just precious, because she's just darling. She has such a kind heart that it astounds me that someone as kind as her exists, she is just so insightful that she makes me strive to become better, she talks with you in the way that even though we're thousands of miles apart from each other, you know she cares deeply for you. She is certainly one of my favorite people on Earth, if not the universe.

Now let's talk about her writing, since that's what this challenge is about after all, isn't it? There is no way to describe her writing, because she writes in a hopeful manner, she writes as if she is crafting stardust into words, as if she is one with the stars above, as if she is the world and the world is her. She writes like a dreamer, and every time she publishes something, I just get so excited. To prove my point, here's some fantastic pieces written by her: "and i will declare my love for you under these stars." Honestly, this piece is just so cozy and warm, sending those endorphins of youth your way. It's just so homey in her descriptions and everything about it is just like someone wrapped up your childhood in a neat little present and bestowed it upon you. "neverland" Want a classic retell of Peter Pan with a little stardust added in? This is for sure a go-to piece. Every word drips with care and it's just sheer brilliance. It's all so thoughtfully written and honestly everything about it is just darling. She has such a way with words, being able to intricately craft strings of words together. "child of the stars" Her relations to stars with each line is just so beautifully told. It's beautiful the way she writes, and this piece especially shows it. There are shifts in views between the ideas of stardust, starting out negatively but then portrayed in a positive manner, it's just a lovely portrayal all in all.

I could go on and on about her pieces, but these are by far my favorites by her, and of course "oh aphrodite, why must tragedy befall you?" A perfect entanglement of Greek mythology and toxic relationships, and let's not forget the roses! There is pain in this piece, raw and real and so heartfelt that it pulls at your heartstrings. Everything about it is just beauteous and if you have time, definitely go give it a read!

There is a way she strings words together, as if she were a goddess crafting lines and lines of words together. Her writing is so thought-provoking and all in all heavenly. She may have only 11 pieces published, but I can assure you that each one is intricately written and just a blessing for your eyes to read. Even her social posts are just heavenly to read, because you can tell how genuine and kind she is.

I've only known sakurarose for a couple of months. I don't know how she looks like, how her voice sounds, or even her name, but I don't need to know those things to know who she is. Because I know just how kind and sweet and how wonderful a human she is. She makes me smile in between classes and makes my heart swell with each of her comments and messages. She is encouraging and makes me strive to become a better writer. Her writing truly reflects her and it's just a wonder to read, as well as an awe-inspiring experience. She is an absolutely delightful person. There may be thousands of miles between us, but on this side of the screen I can truly say that she has been an amazing friend that I have the honor of knowing.

Love you girl!

I'd like to shamelessly plug @sunnyv and @mnemosynink for their incredibly action-packed and well-written mystery which starts here:

https://theprose.com/post/383820/chapter-one-on-rogue-cultivators-and-old-blood

The writing is witty/lively and the scenes play quite vividly in your head as you follow along, which makes each new chapter a delight. Kudos to this duo for their amazing work!

Dude . . . there is no way this is actaully possible, I have an advertise/complement

another writer chalenge, that I myself am entering as you read this! This will be the greatest discovery of my whole life (almsot). Can I make myself the winner too? What if I can juice myself? I guess I would be sending money to myself. Ok in case you are concerned that I will pick myself as the winner of this competition no matter what, do not worry, I will pick the msot flattering-- I mean the best post that is not mine.

Oh wait, i have to advertise another writer . . . arctic is a great writer guys, check him out!

No, I am not writing this for brownie points, I am genuinely thankful for you, arctic. A close friend of mine, you have given me access to a wonderful tool in which I can work on my career, gain some fame, and potentially become a published author.

For you, I am thankful. You swooped in while I was doubting myself and whether or not I chose the correct career. When I was questioning my next step, you said, without any knowledge of what was going on inside of my head. "Hey, man. Try this!"

God works in mysterious ways, and He is very clearly working through you. While I was in a time that consisted of questioning myself, and whether or not I should continue with my dream, my passion, you whispered into my ear.

Thank you for the push, my friend.

Your poetry is wonderful, and it just keeps getting better. Keep up the good work, and thank you for pushing me forward.

To: My Spirit/Emotional Support Animal

From: An extremely grateful writer.

for once, i'll be blunt; but only this time for you love.

i gave up on poetry. i have gave up on novel drafting. i gave up on short story creating. i gave up on writing. why? i'll let you pick the answer you like better, regardless, they're both true: i lost motivation. i sucked at it.

the former had no correlation to the latter, i swear it; it's not a dry spell when the devatastion sticks. and believe me, it stuck. then when it rained, those rare, blessed days; i couldn't even dance in it. instead, i cupped out my hands and took a sip. tell me, why did i refuse to dance in it? as for the latter, i don't know. i wrote and wrote and wrote and wrote and wrote, until my hands gave in to exhaustion. then i didn't even read it; becuase scribbles aren't proses, they're not even muses; they're just decorations on a paper dancing. and they were mocking me. mocking me with their dancing. but i'm better now and this letter isn't about me, it's about you. irony: it's about me being about you and you being about me; but all of couse, releatively.

i'll start at the beginning.

remember our hidden wonder of the world where i wrote naive poetry and simplistic stories, thinking it to be everything? and you drafted pieces of advice for youthful writers like me that had no idea what they were doing? and i'll be honest: behind the screen, i found it cruelly too easy to overlook things. specifically, the you behind those pieces of advice i was carelessly stealing (in the sense of never thanking or appreciating). then, i stumbled across it unintentionally. read through the whole damn thing quickly, greedily scanning for my diguise on the list of dancers that made up our hidden wonder of the world.

there it was. to quote you exactly, you told them this about me: "kindness isn't a compeititon...but Dmoral is winning." and it broke me. and i finally crushed the wall around me and started piecing together your, well, your everything. then you left, it started slow, like a turtle embarking on it's way home. slowly, you slipped away, until there was nothing left but a name i hardly knew and a folded map i couldn't read.

but writer's can do more than writing, you showed me that. i found you quickly and that's when the flower bloomed. the mundane will call it prose, but for me and you? let's call it the falling star that landed in our laps. because surely, this is where it started.

i stopped writing, the raining didn't faze me, not all flowers keep blooming. but you, you dug up my roots i called poetry and started watering; but me? i remember it as a blissful drowning (who knew it took dying to keep growing?). soon my mind strung together your praises like the necklace i made my friend for her 16th birthday; only this time, i knew it wouldn't be breaking. and now you've made me a collector, your diction is already wrapped for me before you even know what you're saying.

tell me, did i thank you?

not properly no, so here it goes. thank you. i can read, comment, explore, discover, water your roots all i want. but it's nothing compared to the dancing you did for me in the rain when i didn't want to. and i know i said i'd be blunt, not abstract, but i can't help it. when the writer knows there's an audience, the number doesn't quite matter anymore when it's for those you cherish so much. so thank you. and know, that i wasn't ever really winning. besides, i was tied with you.

because a writer doesn't just write, it waters the others. tell me, who do you think makes the trees grow for bookmaking? and what makes you even better, is how you danced in the rain to collect the water.

so thank you, you're the truly the best writer.