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^{About Us:
It is the goal of Inspiring Words to motivate writers of all ages to put pen to paper - or fingers to keyboard as the case may be. We will also accept any and all forms of writing not written from the biweekly prompts offered.

Guidelines:
Submissions must be literature.
Submissions must be in English as we don't have the capacity to analyze submissions which are not.
All work you submit must be your own.
Please do not submit pieces containing mature content. (This means pieces with strong language, sensual content, sexual content, and/or extreme violence/gore.) We'd like this group to be able to promote pieces which Deviants of all ages can read. If our staff deems your piece mature - whether there is a filter on it or not - it will be rejected. (On rare occasions, we do make exceptions.)
Fan fiction is allowed.
Please make certain you submit your pieces to the correct folder.
Please treat each other with respect. If you have any issues with something or someone, please note one of the administrators and we'll deal with it right away.

Prompts:
Prompts are given biweekly.
Prompts are merely the means of inspiration. If you don't write on the exact theme given but the word, quote, photo, or song gave you an idea for something to put down, still please submit it to the prompt folder.
It doesn't matter what genre your prompt-piece is as long as it follows our guidelines.
If you have suggestions for prompts, message us or post a comment in one of the prompts blog posts.

Critiques:
Critiques are given by Inspiring Writers' staff members.
If you have a piece you would like to be critiqued, please submit it to the "To Be Critiqued" folder.
It doesn't matter what genre your piece is as long as it follows our guidelines.
Critiques are meant to build up, not tear down.
You piece may not be critiqued for a while, but be patient. We have other commitments as well.

Contests:
Contests will be held every month.
Contests will usually be prompts on things such as: photos, quotes, abstracts, one-liners, and phrases.
Any member can participate in our contests and any genre is acceptable as long as it follows our guidelines.
A new folder will be created for each contest as it comes. After each contest is over, the pieces will be moved to genre-specific folders. However, the winning piece (or pieces) will be featured here - and perhaps elsewhere if such prizes are donated.
If you, or someone you know, is interested in donating prizes for imminent contests, we would be most grateful.

Favorites:
Favorites are usually suggested by staff members, but we'd love for you to suggest pieces you enjoy.
You may not suggest one of your own pieces as a favorite.
If you have any problem with a piece in our folder, please let us know.

Folders: _{Subject to change.}
Favorites 3/week
Characters 4/day
Collaborations 3/day
Drabbles 6/day
Fan Fiction 4/day
Letters 4/day
Non-Fiction 4/day
Novel Chapters 3/day
Poetry II 4/day
Prompts Unlimited
Scripts 2/day
Short Stories 4/day
Songs 6/day
To Be Critiqued Closed until cleared out
Vignettes 4/day
Visual Poetry 6/day
Visual Prose 6/day

If you have any questions, please send us a note.
Thank you!

-Inspiring Words' staff}

Favourites

If We Would Only Love If We Would Only Love As HE Wants Us To
Our Spirits Would Soar Our Souls Renew
Then Mankind Would See A Better Life
Void Of Evil Greed And Strife
The World Would Be A Beautiful Place To Live
If We Would Only Learn To Give
Instead We Take And Desire Of Things
Not Blessed By HIM Who Love Did Bring
HE Came And Said My Brother Man
Accept This Gift From The Golden Lamb
Some Did Listen To The Words HE Said
Others Did Laugh And Turned Their Head
As They Nailed HIM To A Cross Of Wood
Still HE Blessed Them As Only HE Could
The Years Have Passed Since That Holy Day
When HE Walked The Earth Taking Sin Away
If We Would Only Love As HE WanIf We Would Only Love by *TheWhiteLighter

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THE BUTTERFLY WITH NO NAME Emotions Flowed Like A Raging Fire
As I watched The Birth Of Dawn
Softness And Beauty Of Stars Had Past
My Heart Still Heavy And Forlorn
My Spirit Was Ebbing I was About To Go
When Something Caught My Eye
A Solitary Cloud So Pure And White
Appeared From Way Up High

My Eyes Now Ember With Rising Sun
Saw An Amazing Sight
Within Its Fleece A Golden Glow
And A Butterfly Took Flight
Such Beauty I Had Never Seen
It Sat Upon My Hand
And Said To Me In A Voice So Soft
I Was A Spirit Of The Lamb

My Soul Was Open My Heart Poured Forth
It Listened With Silent Embrace
And When I Had Finished It Smiled At Me
With Serenity, Peace And GracTHE BUTTERFLY WITH NO NAME by *TheWhiteLighter

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THE ONLY HOPE NOW Once There Was Love; Once There Was Joy
Emotions Now Shattered Like An Old Broken Toy
Confused And Dazed, Wondering Why
Soul In A Turmoil Just Wishing To Die
The Brightest Day Now Shadows Of Night
Infecting The Heart So It Sees No Light
Thoughts Entombed By What's Been Said
A Loved One Lost At Twilights Ebb
Guided By One Whose Words They Believe
Not Seeing The Venom That Flowed To Deceive
The Only Hope Now Is To Pray To The Light
To Guide Them Back To All That Is Right.THE ONLY HOPE NOW by *TheWhiteLighter

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A HUG IS ALL YOU'LL NEED TO SAY If There's Someone You Love, Someone You've Wronged
And You Don't Know What To Say -
Don't Shrug Your Shoulders, Giving Up Hope
Leaving It For Another Day

For Life's Wake Is Short, Don't You Know
There May Be No Words To Hear -
As You Place The Flowers, Shed Your Tears
Upon The Earth Holding Someone So Dear

Your Mind In A Daze, Emotions On Fire
Wishing You Could Turn Back Time -
As You Gaze Upon A Loved Ones Grave
Memories Of When Everything Was Fine

If There's Someone You Love, Someone You've Wronged
Don't Leave It For Another Day -
With Love In Your Heart, Hug Them Close
It's All The Words You'll Need To SayA HUG IS ALL YOU'LL NEED TO SAY by *TheWhiteLighter

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Characters

Ridiculous Ridiculous circumventing engulfs as my veins pulse

Maddening advocate of letting bleed laughs inside my mind

Scorched marks upon my skin are neither true nor false

Slices heal slowly pink as the blossom, love and hate twined

The hysterical glee impulses while I tremble down deep dreary halls

The passion and distain I feel for the likes of my own kind

The mind like the rainforest flash flood causing the retreat of the falls

My thoughts as unconfined as smoke and dust alike, totally undefined

Meandering east to west while all the sound is that of many drills

All of this mindless socialisation to partake in I am greatly disinclined

To Ridiculous by ~KyasurinBerri

ElectroKid by ~DiogenSick

He smokes a lot by ~DiogenSick

the murderer Snake by ~DiogenSick

Characters

Collaborations

real + make-believe by =angeljunkie

W-Lupus,Xenofrobe Collab Pt2 God, this hurts.

I think myself as tough, but this pain is something new. I look down at the ragged whole in my right shoulder, cringing slightly at the smell of my own blood. I've seen blood many times, but it's always unsettling to see this much of your own blood.

That weapon of his is lethal, but most importantly, new.

Strange...

The image of the lump of metal it shot into the tree leapt into my mind's eye.

"Is that what's in me? Best get it out, now then."

Gritting my teeth, I plunge my thumb and index finger into the wound, my eyes streaming as I try to remove the lump of metal buried inside my flesh.

The pain makes my head spin bW-Lupus,Xenofrobe Collab Pt2 by *W-Lupus

I'll Breathe Destiny And when you smile
It's the crinkle of your eyes that I love
I feel it in my chest
And in the way my heart leaps a little
Like it's fighting to get out
Like it doesn't really belong to me
And it's just that much harder to breathe.

Remember to breathe for me when you smile
'Cause I'll probably have forgotten how.

You ask me about destiny
and I whisper singsong stories
of the constellations
and the shapes between your freckles
and the way you spell out phrases with your hips.

Every step
is a dance toward breaking my misery
and maybe you don't realize it yet,
but your lips taste of champagne
and your thighs feel like coming homI'll Breathe Destiny by ~o-ohhai

55 55-Word Stories 1. It's that damn cow again, following me everywhere. She knows what's in store for her and she's trying to make me feel guilty about it. It's not going to work dammit!
I raised my axe threateningly. She looked at me with those big brown eyes. I had to let her go.

2. Once upon a time there was a duck. One day the duck found a balloon. It was red and pretty. All the other ducks were jealous of him. Then he lost the balloon. The other ducks helped him look for it. Instead of the red balloon, they found hundreds of blue balloons to share! Yay!

3. The air rushed past her, an endless streaming wind that ripped the breath55 55-Word Stories by =TheSkaBoss

Collaborations

Drabbles

My Ambitions My Ambitions.

People tell me I have talent.
And my attempts at poetry are noble and valiant.

I want my words to leave a mark on this earth.
I write for myself, to give me some sort of worth.

I still think anyone is capable doing I what I do.
Paint the same or an even better image of the one I just drew.

I've been accepted by a few, but rejected by many.
This life is perpetual and the strain is getting heavy.

I write for you, as well as for me.
I write from my heart, to set my mind free.

A man who writes poetry isn't the epitome of masculinity.
I had to disregard the stereotype and over come the humility.

My writing is all I have My Ambitions by ~kingkelz07

Uh Oh Uh Oh…

There's something I got to tell you…

The moment I hear this,
I cant help but think the worst.
Every single sinful act,
I have ever committed,
Hacks in to my main frame.

Guess what I heard about you…?

Then I wonder how on earth,
Did they un-earth the truth.
What truth have they uncovered?
Do they now see me differently?
Is that why they have been treating me differently?

Me and you have to have words…

I always dismiss the possibility of a positive response.
I begin to back track and defend myself at once.
Paranoia takes over as I start to reveal,
All of the secrets my lips promised to seal.

Uh Oh by ~kingkelz07

Life's Lesson Life's Lesson.

The hardest thing in this life…

Is to live in it.

Kela lewis-morinLife's Lesson by ~kingkelz07

Heart Ache Heart Ache.

People constantly telling me you're not the same.
But I see all you females as the same despite your names.
I've had my heartbroken before, but you are not to blame.
But instead of removing I'm adding to the bloodstain.
The mark is healing but the impact still remains.
Fought my gut feeling and let you in to my mind frame
I can't help but think my history is repeating itself once again.
Security is one mind set that I find hard to obtain.
But after the last time, I said I would stop and refrain.
I said to myself I would never end up in this same situation again.
Maybe she is right and my past has driven me insane.
MaybHeart Ache by ~kingkelz07

Drabbles

Fan Fiction

Ch.2: An era of love by ~Gadani13

Ever After Tales Pt 5 Ch 10 by ~WritingAngelOfLove

Ever After Tales Pt 5 Ch 9 by ~WritingAngelOfLove

Love Goes on and on Having only visited the forest in her younger years, Maid Marian was not sure it was the ideal place to raise a family. For weeks she had fretted over the idea of her precious babies being harmed by a prickly thorn push or kidnapped. Yet when Robin Hood, the doting husband that he was, showed her the cottage he and Little John had constructed by hand, she couldn't help but say yes to his proposition of raising their first litter in Sherwood Forest.

It didn't take long before Marian began to appreciate the serenity of her forest. While she was used to being incredibly busy at court with her uncle Richard, she found other hobbies to take up heLove Goes on and on by ~WritingAngelOfLove

Fan Fiction

Letters

My First Last Kiss My Last First Kiss

An awkward moment.
Bodies perspire exponentially
Her lips are potent.
I could love her potentially,

Eye contact initiated
Our hands connected
Each others company appreciated
Minds fully erected

I real her towards me
Arms around her waist
This was meant to be
There is no time to waste.

Lips intertwine.
Eyes close,
Her hands run down my spine,
Totally engrossed.

The first of many to come
An instance of sublime gratification
I have no choice but to succumb
To her enthralling sophistication.

Kela lewis-morinMy First Last Kiss by ~kingkelz07

Queues Queues

Will there be a queue for death?
Because there's one for everything else.
We spend half our life waiting,
Edging forward slowly.
Then remain in the same position.

What are we waiting for?
There must be a way to get fast tracked?
I can see the position when I first joined this line
But I cant see the end of it.
Looking at the back of the persons head in front of me.

Does this line even have a point?
Or am I just simply squandering time.
I didn't wait this long just to get refused at the gates.
More and more people are joining this queue.
Yet I am not moving by any sort of significant amount,

I mean all I wanted to doQueues by ~kingkelz07

Lovers Rant Lovers Rant

Love; why do people fall in it when it only causes pain and heartache?. Is it because they open there hearts and mind to it and therefore allow themselves to be seduced by it? Or is it accidental, some sort of uncontrollable force that draws you in? Love can be felt by everyone and anyone therefore everyone must experience bitterness and suffering in turn. What's worst is that there is no set and confirmed definition of love or its traits making it impossible to tell whether you're in it or not. Apparently, you just know. That has got to be the laziest and useless answer possible you just feel it, you just know when you're under Lovers Rant by ~kingkelz07

X X

X marks the spot
But what is on that spot?
X is something you once had
Is it right to go back?
X is usually a target
What happens if you miss it?
X's are used to end a message
But do they actually mean anything?

X is an indication you got it wrong the first time
Next time will you repeat this error?
X is an x for a reason
Can that reason change?
What does an x add to our everyday lives
Makes our Xistence Xtraordinary
So Y do X's effect us so greatly?

I cant Xplain

Algebra was never my strong point

All I know is anything multiplied by an X equals trouble

Kela lewis-morinX by ~kingkelz07

Letters

Non-Fiction

Nuclear Weapons before Genetics? This is kind of a vent here so there may be some grammatical errors here and there. Well, here it goes:

Now here’s the problem that I have with the controversial areas of genetic research and development (cloning, genetic manipulation and engineering, "animal-human-hybrids"...if it's even true etc.). That is crossing animals with human genes to produce some kind of a sapient creature with our intellect.

I don’t.

Why? Aren’t we crossing into the realm of God? Well, to be quite frank, we already did that. We already possess superpowers. No, I’m not saying that man is God. I’m not sayinNuclear Weapons before Genetics? by ~EnlightenU

Coxswain Definition of COXSWAIN
1: a sailor who has charge of a ship's boat and its crew and who usually steers
2: a steersman of a racing shell who usually directs the rowers

Origin of COXSWAIN
Middle English cokswayne, from cok cockboat (a small boat) + swain servant
First Known Use: 15th century

Not only does the coxswain direct rowers, but is responsible for motivation, steering, running drills, safety of the rowers, correcting technique issues in the boat, and calling out rowers on their mistakes. There is a common phrase used for coxswains: "If you're looking for recognition, you're in the wrong sport. When the boat wins, the rowers get crCoxswain by *KeepersKeep

Tonight Tonight.
When you laid your head against my shoulder
With your hand on my chest
And closed those beautiful blue eyes
Your slender form embraced by my arms
I felt so proud to be able to call you mine.
At rest, and at peace
Your hair.
Like silken thread in the moon's light.
Your skin.
Like pure, soft snow.
The easy rhythm of your breathing.
Like waves lapping gently at the shore.
The beat of your heart.
Close, clear, comforting.
You stir, and nuzzle contentedly into my neck.
I am powerless to do anything but smile.Tonight by ~Nostrovelle

On Holiness: Subtle Crosses On Holiness: Subtle Crosses

We have to be careful of how we approach holiness and how we better ourselves in Christ Jesus. Indeed we are to 'pick up our crosses and follow Him,' but how often is it that we chase holiness as if we know what is best? For Paul says that "God is faithful and will not let you be tried beyond your strength; but with [that] trial he will also provide a way out, so that you may be able to bear it" (1 Cor 10:13). Indeed James also says "Each person is tempted when he is lured and enticed by his own desire" (James 1:14).

What does this mean? Simply this: even our desire for holiness can be a cause of temptation and sOn Holiness: Subtle Crosses by ~TESM

Non-Fiction

Novel Chapters

Passport to Destruction CH 1 Piercing pains writhe within my veins as my eyes open to the outside world for what feels like the first time ever. My eyes focus; or at least try to focus on the groggy blurry mess that is in front of me. Before this moment; before now – I was taken from an innocent area of town, and more than cliché shoved in a van to only wake up now. I look to my left and notice clearer; that I'm laying down on a table in a medical ward. It's as if someone else that looked exact- let me rephrase that, it's as if I was split into two people and I'm seeing myself to the left of me.

Despite what may or not be an illusion, you could say to an exPassport to Destruction CH 1 by =Fuctrack

Were-Wolves Roam Pt.4 by ~SianBlackPeril

Immortalism: Part 1 Chapter 5 by ~njcarr

The Darkness That Surrounds Us - 8 Fae looked around at the grim faces before her. Lucan, Iledr, and Lylli sat on one side of the room, while Tryn, herself, and Baern sat on the other. King Orsik sat between everybody with Anni at his side. They had all assembled in the dwarven king's lodgings to discuss the issue before them. King Orsik knew more about the threat they faced than any other being left on Ihtan. Somehow he had gone to the realm of darkness when he was a brash, young warrior and lived to tell the tale, although the encounter had left him old before his time and he was always saying he would give all his knowledge up to regain his youth.

"WhThe Darkness That Surrounds Us - 8 by ~Unicornlovesdeer

Novel Chapters

Prompts

The Underlying Lie The Underlying Lie

I choose if I want to reveal it.
My lips and expressions will conceal it.
My words will infiltrate and deceive your thoughts.
My plot is unpredictable I don't intend to get caught.

          It is mine to own and sell as I please.
          It will invade and contaminate like an infectious disease.
          If you uncover the antidote ill have to come clean.
          Claim that I cant help it and that I am a compulsivThe Underlying Lie by ~kingkelz07

Who We Are Who We Are.

We cant deny who we once were
because who we once were
made us who we are today.

We have to accept who we are today
because who we are today
is a product of who we once were.

We cant deny who we once were
because who we are today
is a product of who we once were.

We have to accept who we are today
because who we once were
Who We Are by ~kingkelz07

Insignificant Insignificant.

As the souls of my feet connect with the pavement slabs.
My eyes become lost in to the dark vastness of the skies.
Suddenly my problems decrease in value and size.
I realise how insignificant I am in comparison.
How expendable and replaceable I am.
I don't matter
No matter
Insignificant by ~kingkelz07

Laugh, Love and Live Laugh, Love and Live.

The only contagious and infectious cure.
Considered something natural and pure.

Uncontrollable but influential,
In times of need it is deemed essential.

We each have our own signature expression.
The ever lasting opposite to depression.

Known to provoke tears of delight.
Even when heaven seems out of sight.

Something that can lighten any situation.
It has the power to tighten and fuse any relation.

An antidote we are all able to access.
Something weLaugh, Love and Live by ~kingkelz07

Prompts

Poetry

Smokeless Atmosphere i dreampt your roses
would flourish
and bloom,
yet they lay
wilted, floating,
in my smokeless
atmosphere.

im alone
in the fears
and optimism
i pressed to your lips
and hoped itd substitute
your air, my
atmosphere.

im wordless
to the reality
im dreaming
of, of you and me,
of us not being
us anymore, my
atmosphere.

i told
the trembling fingers
that wrote you
to shush and
not to stain
my doubts onto your
hopes, crippled and afraid,
my atmosphere.

im turning my back
on you and our poetry
smelling of
morning coffee and
cigarettes,
the familliar scent
that makes up my
atmosphere.

Smokeless Atmosphere by ~OverRated-Elegance

Poison Let me tell you something,
About my disfigured and scarred heart,
That shudders every moment
but doesn't fall apart.

It's like a mindless clock-
beating when it wants.
I've got no control over it.
I just hope that it never stops.

I can feel it rebel in my chest,
Thumping against my ribs.
If only someone gave me a knife
I'd cut the bastard to strips.

My mind isn't that better off either.
It's just too twisted and dark;
Filled with sins and malevolent thoughts
that are so horridly stark.

It's an unseen dead star
that devours all around it;
Leaving no remnants
Nor clues that will fit.

Insolent and unrepentant,
It keeps cloudPoison by ~sarboom

Untitled The glue is drying up,
The pieces are falling apart 
Why wont they stick together,
The fragments of my heart

One by one they fall
Tears gush for every piece
Slicing at my soul
As I see the glue slowly decrease

The vortex of kinship
Once swirled them together
But the gross white paste
Can't last any more weather

It brought to my knees on my strongest day
The voices of the past slowly turn to gray
I hear their whispers, the voices cutting at my ears
I break out and protest, the cover of my fearsUntitled by ~MyLifeIsRiggs

If - We If I were a tiger
I would eat you.
So then I'd always know where you are.
It's a sick and wild kind of love, my love.

If we were in the sea
I would be one of those
little things that cling to whales.
I would eat the parasites off of you.

If I were an eagle,
and you were the small one,
I would pick you up and carry you
up onto a mountain top, to my nest.
And you would never be in danger
[except from yourself, but i'd try].

If we were people who
could feel and understand
I'd hold you close and not say a word.
Because you would just know. The silence
would be beautiful and all consuming
[just like me and sometimes you].If - We by ~i-lie

Poetry

Poetry II

Butterfly Kisses I lay naked in bed, twirling open scissors between
my fingers and toying with pressure without breaking skin.

Temptation looms at my ankles, knees and thigh;
trails of butterflies cascade down my legs,
kissing old scars and potential wounds.

Their colours conflict with my emotions.
Their cheerful beauty angers me.

The sweet sting I expect turns out to be bitter.Butterfly Kisses by *TwilightLavender

Lather, Rinse, Repeat Lather

Until pink pools beneath my feet,
swirls down the drain and
soapsuds turn white.

Rinse

Until my arms are raw,
my fingers prune and
the suds turn pink again.

Repeat

Until the hearts no longer stain my arms,
water pelts my bare chest cold and
I cleanse myself of the promise.Lather, Rinse, Repeat by *TwilightLavender

11. Memory The memory of you and me
Pains my soul
Breaks my heart
that was broken from the start

The memory of you and me
breaks me apart
Shakes me down to the ground
without a sound

The memory of you and me
Hopefully breaks you apart too
Just as much as it does me11. Memory by ~Foreststone

Rozumiem IV Her slender body dark in silhouette,
An intriguing form underneath
The thin pale dress she wore.
She had a dandelion in her hair,
Yellow and bright, almost wax-like,
And her deep big eyes spoke words
Even though her pretty mouth
Was still, no noise ushered,
Only her movements…

(late summer 2009/spring 2012)Rozumiem IV by ~Paul-1485

Poetry II

Scripts

Beautiful Cecilia - FW 12 by ~SudYugi

Beginnings and Fears He came into the diner and sat down. As arrogant as he was, he twirled his had with a flick of his wrist, grinning. We stared at each other for a long moment, him with his usual smirk, me with a black, disinterested expression. Tom Burdock was a scoundrel and a fiend. he had shattered empires, killed, ruined lives, all with that stupid grin on his face. And I had created him, made him all that he was.
Tom: Here we sit, creator and creation.
Me: I need to know something. I need to know how you got this way.
Tom: Why? So you can write a story about me? It doesn't matter.
Me: I know. that doesn't mean i don't want to know.
Tom catches the Beginnings and Fears by ~Estafina

SO, PA - PIPA? A Hetalia Screenplay by *Chicky-the-Dragon

The Ingenious Inspector Suspit by =ScarletDevil1503

Scripts

Short Stories

Reader as Main Character Intro by =AnimeBabyLove14

Nuclear Aftermath It was a time of peace, love, and prosperity. A time when man helped his fellow man and there were no hardships. The Earth was lush and vibrant, a veritable bounty for the creature living upon it.

Yeah, right, when was it ever like that? I asked myself.

After three World Wars, the Earth was in shambles. A parched husk of its previous glory. Much of the wilds had died centuries ago between the encroachment of humanity and nuclear Holocaust. There was not much left, and what was around was once again being fought over.

"Central Russia was nuked yesterday," Clint stated.

"So?" I replied. "Just means that we stay indoors until whateverNuclear Aftermath by ~miffedplatypus

Deep Ledge It would be an absolutely miraculous thing if I could be saved. However, that person, that individual whose eyes glitter like the ocean when the sun dances upon the waves, does not exist. Sat in this small wooden boat battered and leaking, as gulls fly by with their silver wings. The waves move the boat as gently as they are able, though they are completely incapable of the patrician's characteristics. The gulls call as they flash in and flash out of my eyes. They sound advice with their blue blooded nature, advice for me. No, this is incorrect. The waves deliberately thrash my confinement with utter distain for its fleshy contents and the cDeep Ledge by ~KyasurinBerri

Request: Holy Sin One more period of darkness. That is all the time left until a young woman whom I had watched grow will be forced to undergo the tempest—the fire.

I sit down, groaning in gratitude (my back isn't as good as it used to be, and doing so helped a bit). Laying my hands upon my stomach, I sighed.

Anna Maria was one of the sweetest, most religious children I had ever known throughout her childhood, and I thought she had kept these positive traits even into her recent years. She was always carefree; she always wore a smile. She helped others, and she often made little gifts for the towns children. In the Lord's name, I'm the one who baptized Request: Holy Sin by ~Swiss-Dilettante

Short Stories

Songs

Apathy I don't remember what it feels like to love
And I'd have waited forever
But it wouldn't have been enough
I'm not lonely, though I have a lot of pride
But I have no reason to stay here and hide

I don't remember what it feels like to care
I've never had the pleasure
of whispered sonnets in my ear
You can blame this on my apathy
And my lack of heart
But in this mind I've got better things to do
Than be your missing part

I don't remember what it feels like to cry
Over someone else's apathy
And lack of heart for me
I don't remember
What it feels like to care
About someone else's words
That I never wanted to hear

I don't remembeApathy by *craneHARDCORE

SERVING PLATE 1 by *Mobis-New-Nest

'Duty May Be Golden, but Desire's Black.' It had been the soft blues music, the notes echoing smoothly out of an acoustic guitar that had drawn her to the tiny coffee shop – a smoke filled room, with the stench of caffeine and the usual hint of liquor.
And there he had been, surprisingly tall, with faded scars on his roughly chiseled face…a face which had a hypnotic, crooked smile etched on it. His eyes had been glowing, and he had been leaning in, as drawn to her as she had been to this place…his voice, low, deep, barely above a whisper…his fingers tracing her thumb, as his silver ring caught the glint of the dim light…
And she had looked down, looked back'Duty May Be Golden, but Desire's Black.' by ~annatubby

Be Who You Are Be brave, don't falter now
You're so far, hold on tight
Don't give up, hold your ground
Keep it real, put up a fight

Push forward
Press your luck
Keep going
Hold your head up
Shine like a star, a very bright star
Be who you are

Stay strong, avoid the pain
Just fight on, use your voice
Dearest child, you've something to gain
Do it now, make the choice

Push forward
Press your luck
Keep going
Hold your head up
Shine like a star, a very bright star
Be who you are

Understanding doesn't knock at your door
Don't look back, now you're so far
Just keep going on

Push forward
Press your luck
Keep going
Hold your head up
Shine Be Who You Are by ~PaladinEclipse

Songs

To Be Critiqued

Bloodlust by *Zark123

The Visitor From Curtisville--Ch. 1 by *mmpratt99

A Different Perspective I ask you how a knife feels as it digs into a man's heart.

Does it shy away from the pain it inflicts,

is it sickened by the sight of the blood?

Or does it long to sink deep into his chest,

down to the bone handled grip?

(You reply that it doesn't feel either way,

whether a knife wants it or not a man dies today.)

I ask you if your shoe is tired, for its growing old.

Does the pain of being crushed by your feet

take rest and resonate deep in its sole?

Or does it love the honor of being used by you,

and willing to keep making your footprints.

(You say it's meant to be stepped on, it's a shoe

it doesn't have feelings like me or you)A Different Perspective by ~LuckyClover38

past path - present pain heartache tastes like a storm in summer.
it comes suddenly, soaking you to the bone to wash the same old yesterdays out of your bloodstream and leaves you feeling cold for longer than you can handle without making you sick.

time has played with my memories.
life twisted and turned until you faded out of it, like a moon that once ruled the sky hid behind the clouds. yet sometimes it gets curious and peeks from behind them, blinding me instantly.

a dull ache weighs down my chest.
it makes it hard to breathe when I realize that once the girl holding your hand was me. I was the one whose eyes you adored, whose lyrics you tried to decode, past path - present pain by ~sasunaru16

To Be Critiqued

Vignettes

Are You Ready to Fall? We've all got bits and pieces of us which are flawed. Anyone who thinks otherwise has yet to experience humanity. It is nature for us to fall, but humans are not the only unbalanced beings. We see them as perfection, but even angels have their moments.

Their souls are selected before physical bodies are formed. The purest souls are chosen by a Higher Power to become part of the elite; a representation of all that is deemed Good. Unfortunately, even gods can make mistakes. Souls which may appear innocent are sometimes darker than they seem. There is no fail-safe way to choose, and sometimes the mistakes in the system can strike almost crippliAre You Ready to Fall? by ~FillInTheBlankStares

Pediatric Oncology Life isn't fair. Bad things happen to great people, the best of intentions lead to horrible things happening in the world, and greed triumphs over all. Lives are snuffed out long before they could ever realize their full potential. This is simply how the world works.

Thinking like that was the only way for me to go back to my job as a nurse in the pediatric oncology division day after day, week after week, year after year. Seeing all those kids, their bright eyes and hospital gowns with cartoon characters on them was torture when I, myself, have two small children. Who knows if my babies could one day end up here, in this purgatory of a hospPediatric Oncology by ~SoulCaptive

Drunken Lullabies A wise woman once wrote that every girl dreams of knocking back a brandy while slapping a man across the face. If a man were to read that sentence, they would probably assume that this woman has something against men.... but, oddly, I have to agree with her. And usually these girls are completely in the right. Men are pigs. I say this, despite of-- or should I say, because of-- being a man myself.

I was a sophomore in college, on the fast track to nowhere and considered myself a rebel, somehow still caught up in the teenage madness I, at 21, had no business possessing. I wore band t-shirts of groups I'd never heard of and destroyed jeans thaDrunken Lullabies by ~SoulCaptive

Mass Miscommunication "So, have we managed to make contact with these people?" I queried my rather eccentric brother who was busy writing down notes on his data slate. Probably doodles of himself as some kind of local messiah whose own miracles and guidance would fail to impress a four-year-old.

"Yes we have! I've imbedded several signs into their lands as a symbol of peace and brotherhood," he said with a soothing notion at the end which, according to my experiences, indicates that he's done something foolish on a grand scale, yet again. Sparing him the whiplash, I have asked him politely, in simple words, "What signs did you make and where did you puMass Miscommunication by ~EnlightenU

Vignettes

Visual Poetry

For you... by ~Marija343

The Jellyfish Cure by ~RushAndRuleIt

I'm Fine (ambigram) by ~RushAndRuleIt

an arm's length of mountains and waves by ~kidahGEEK

Visual Poetry

Visual Prose

La's Super Transformation by ~RushAndRuleIt

Lonely Werewolf Girl... You expect the disappointment. You expect the rejection. You try to kill that little bit of you that thinks, maybe... maybe it won't be the same this time. You tell yourself you're not deserving of any spark of happiness, bury yourself so deep in negativity that nothing can faze you.
But it still hurts. And you hate that it doesLonely Werewolf Girl... by ~CandaceIsVampire

How Can I How can you sleep, when your dreams are all nightmares.
How can you eat, when every bite is tasteless.
How can you sing, when every note is full of sorrow.
How can you write, when your thoughts are blurred and useless.
How can you hear, when their words all sound the same.
How can you try, when it only brings you failure.
How can you pray, when you don't believe in anything.
How can you feel safe, when every shadow hides a monster.
How can you see, when the world has lost it's beauty.
How can you love, when your heart is in a thousand pieces.
How can you speak, when every word is bitter and angry.
How can you live, when everything How Can I by ~CandaceIsVampire

Mind Games I opened my eyes.
Pain exploded through my skull, vicious and sharp, blurring my eyes with tears and ominous spots of black. My back arched from the ground, my arms scraping in the dirt, my head thrown back as I screamed. I couldn't see. I couldn't think. Pain was my world and the air I breathed. It robbed me of my soul and my very essence, until I was a shell lying huddled on the ground, shaking and shivering with the sound of my own panting heavy in my ears.

I could hear a strange crackling sound, and I smelled fire and burning. Something, some forgotten voice in my brain, was shouting at me to get up. To get up and run as fast as I couldMind Games by ~CandaceIsVampire

Visual Prose

Anticipation

Going Home I look out the window again, but the scenery below hasn't changed in the last two minutes. It's been so long since I've seen everyone. Too long. My heart starts speeding up as I think of how many years it's been, and it takes all of my concentration to calm myself down again.

Everything will be fine, I tell myself. You got along fine all those years ago and that bond can't have faded too quickly.

However, a darker part of my mind decides to share its input as well. Friendships don't change, but people are constantly changing. You've all changed since then. It's possible that you have nothing in common with these people anymore.

The panickeGoing Home by ~FillInTheBlankStares

anticipation -79- we can only lie as low
as the air pressure will allow
at the peak of brilliance
you're my star and I'm all yours
and we can only run as fast
as long as
the altitude stays high
and our heads float in the
20° clouds and the
newly dead chant & call
to us & that's how fast
we will run.
I will crawl to the
edge of the universe
then back again to its
perpendicular slope
just to be able to
see the stars
at the peak of their
brilliance
you're my moon and I'm
just the cloud that covers
you.anticipation -79- by ~musicality-and-me

Anticipation

Poetry III

The World of Words and Whispers by =AnimeBabyLove14

Come Inside "Come Inside"

I pulled up to a truck stop on the side of the road

Or at least that's what I remember being told

And as the morning unfolded I saw within view

The sunrise climb higher upon this quiet avenue

I could almost feel the regret of sin building within

I knew I should have stopped that before it could begin

But I must inform sadly I had lost control

I gave her my trust and her purity I stole

I was not ready to be the father of a baby boy

In fact I had planned on moving to the state of Illinois

What annoys me now is how life can change within hours

Or seconds with mistakes that devour my power

But she was grazing me with heCome Inside by *BleedTheDream180

Reflections Waiting thinking at the shore
Where water waves and laps
In peace there walks the mind once more
Back through a murky past

The tranquil sounds the soul surrounds
And reverse the flows of time
Once more appears familiar ground
Once locked within the mind

Shining eyes so deep and wise
And smiles warm and bright
Voices thrum and drum and sigh
And sing their son good night

A young boy stands aside alone
While others run and play
His lonely place so cruelly shown
By difference cast away

The pain at first, so hard to bear
Now slowly ebbs and wanes
His difference now beyond his care
He leaves behind the game

In time he finds his Reflections by ~Krypson

Time by ~MidnightSun121

Poetry III

Featured

Saturday Morning The sun gnaws at the rotting cadaver
Of a fallen dream in bed
Whispers of television's parallel reality
Echoing from a dead living-room
The anxious smell of nothing
The empty taste of longing
A room overlooked

A narrow hallway
Bathroom to the left
Bits and pieces of mess and soap
The cold sensation of a wet towel
The sad voice of a bleeding water tap
Drip, drip, drip...
Mommy couldn't repair it

A dirty kitchen
The disappointed smell of a breakfast unprepared
The terrifying sound of a sneering cockroach
A torn wrinkled kodac moment
Sister in the living dead-room
Too young to notice, too old to hope
Mommy couldn't help it

ASaturday Morning by ~NitzanHavoc

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Beautifully written poem for the Childs' Poetry prompt. It really makes a person think after you get done reading it. I encourage all to read this one. ^^

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Sorry for my absence.

Mar 23, 2012, 6:14:40 PM by ~AlphaFemaleWolf
Journals / Personal

So I know I've been neglecting both DA and Inspiring Words. I sincerely apologize for this. Life at home has been hectic and with school and my job I don't have much free time as of late. Soon, I hope, my habits will fall back to the norm when I'm on here like 24/7. For now, though, I do hope you all will be patient. Anyway, I'm still going to post this week's prompt. ^^

So Today is the twenty third of march so this prompt will be due on the fifth of April. Have fun writing!

So the theme of this prompt is Anticipation. This can go anywhere. It can be anticipation for anything.

Also all forms of literature are allowed. ^^

No word limit.

Please submit to the folder labeled Anticipation

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*mmpratt99 1 day ago Professional General Artist

Thank you so much for featuring The Visitor From Curtisville--Ch. 1

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Michael Palin ("Gumby" Guy): "My brain hurts!"

John Cleese ("Gumby" Doctor): "Well, it will have to come out!"

> My gallery's growing, drop by if you like<

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~Sheff13 6 days ago

I sent a request to join the group last night in hopes of being able to submit to the contest in time. I know I have about three days left, but I can't help but worry that I'm not accepted in yet...

*mmpratt99 Apr 25, 2012 Professional General Artist

Thank you so much for accepting Historic Points of Interest--Ferrisville!

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Michael Palin ("Gumby" Guy): "My brain hurts!"

John Cleese ("Gumby" Doctor): "Well, it will have to come out!"

> My gallery's growing, drop by if you like<

[link]

*MattThib10 Apr 18, 2012

If anyone is interested in reading very good short stories please join the group #We-Love-L-I-F-E new stories are uploaded every Friday to the group and are always filled with drama with 14 year old kids living a college life, away from home!

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*mmpratt99 Apr 15, 2012 Professional General Artist

Thank you so much for accepting my story work!

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Michael Palin ("Gumby" Guy): "My brain hurts!"

John Cleese ("Gumby" Doctor): "Well, it will have to come out!"

> My gallery's growing, drop by if you like<

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