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Random writing prompt/random piece of writing

“Are you out of your mind, sweetheart?”he scoffed, his icy gaze never leaving her. “It won’t work.” He sounded so sure of himself, so certain, it infuriated her. He always presented himself as a cold, composed, polished master of lies. Oh, how it angered her, how easily his charm swayed everyone, how his lies rolled off his tongue so perfectly. She hated above all how he seemed to see through her own lies, the ones she spent years mastering and through her facade, the one she built herself with surgical precision. Now, he was challenging her plan, shattering her hopes.

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Sparks Fly/I can fix him (no really I can) mashup inspired piece of writing

“I can handle him” she said as all the elders’ attention was focused on him. Sweet, kind, always helpful miss sunshine didn’t know what she was getting herself into, they all thought. The girl herself believed in her power to help him. The undeniable spark whenever their hands touched, the secretive smiles, the sound of his laughter, the butterflies in her stomach whenever he did something reckless were signs of the universe that he could be an angel. He truly was a good boy whenever they were alone, hidden from view, with smoke curling in the air. He had potential, she was it, she was not deluding herself into thinking this. He was the best whenever his calloused fingers held her chin as he kissed her like there was no tomorrow. It all felt perfect, how the world stopped for a minute, how fireworks exploded in his presence. The elders just couldn’t understand her, understand him, understand them. She would fix him, only she could. Yet, that did not happen. Oh, how he left as fast as lightning, how he disappeared with no trace, just a boom that broke her heart.

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Say Don't Go -Taylor Swift inspired piece of writing

“Don’t go” he said, fear clear in his voice. “Don’t leave me alone.” 

He hoped she’d stay forever if he said the words. Pacing back and forth, his hope flickering like a match. He’ll try and kiss her, maybe to try  and stop the time. A game of cards, he’s trying to play his right, only to hold her in the middle of the night one more time. It’s forever that he wishes for, if only she’ll grant him it for a bit longer.

He can still remember whispered promises in the dark, how “I love you.” never got a response. Great regret he shows, by begging on his knees for her. It will never be a fairytale, but at least it’ll last one more sunrise.

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The Way I Loved You inspired piece of writing

You once told me “the heart always knows”. You said I’d feel in my heart who’s the one for me. Everyone says he looks at me as if I hung the stars in the sky, as if I am a beautiful goddess. He’s sweet, kind, sensible and handsome, everything one could possibly want. He opens my door, always makes sure to ask about my day, he kisses me so carefully and hugs me tightly. Everyone talks of his charm, about how perfect he is. But, my heart’s not beating faster each time he enters the room, my eyes don’t find him even in the crowdest of places. He doesn’t make me scream in frustration, stand in the rain only to be kissed as it pours down, I’m not cursing his name in the middle of the night cus he’s miles away. He whispers sweet nothings, promises of sunshine, rainbows and pink clouds, he reassures me everything will be fine. He’s not reassuring me that it’s okay to cry, to scream and throw and curse the world. HE sees the world in pastels, pretty and sweet, he doesn’t see it in bold and dark colours, full of life as well as darkness. He’s made of gold, perfect on paper, a true vision, someone who sees goodness and hope. He’s safe and respectful, everything one might want. But I don’t want that. He doesn’t see me fake my smile and force my laughter at his jokes when all I want to do is cry and break down. He sees the beautifully curated art hung on the walls, not the messy, imperfect sketches discarded on the floor. He hears the poems worked on for hours, not the ones written on napkins in the spur of the moment. He’s not the one who kisses me as if I might disappear, who picks me up, twirls me around and hugs me for hours. He’s not the one who held me as I sobbed in his arms at 2 A.M. He’s not the one who screams “Dammit I love you” each time I feel like I’m not enough. He’s not someone to follow after me even when I’m mad just to make sure I don’t do something reckless. He’s not someone who says the brutal truth, instead of perfectly crafted lies. He never sees the messy, real me. Perhaps there is something wrong with me, but my heart cannot chose safe and comfortable. It needs adventure and thrill and wild and crazy. It needs something real, something utterly bewitching.

P.S. I wrote this in the middle of the night, while listening to both variants of The Way I Loved You after Taylor got all of her albums back. It was the second song I ran to after Better Than Revenge. I think The Way I loved You might be my favourite song of the album.

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Shine brightly, my love. You were born to have all eyes on you, you were born to shine brighter than even Sirius. You are a star, never forget. Stars are meant to hold everyone's attention effortlessly, which you do better than anyone. Don't dime your shine for others, my love.

---- Quote by Ale, for whoever needs to hear it

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Writing Prompt

“Will you be there?”she inquired, trying to keep her voice even. If she sounded desperate or hopeful he’ll surely avoid her. If she seemed uninterested maybe he’ll stop by. Truthfully, his presence would be her only reason to survive a night full of pretences, fake niceties, white lies and glittery gowns that scream ‘look at me’. He was the only real thing in her life, the only one who saw her for who she was, not as the perfect daughter whose future did not belong to her.

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Random writing prompt/random piece of writing

My darling love, forgive me. Forget me, erase me from your memories and I’ll disappear off the face of the earth. It will be as if I never existed. I will cease to be attached to your name. Say you forgive me, that you want to take me back and I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you, correcting my past mistakes. I will treat you better than ever, as you deserve, the world is yours, my love. Darling, the choice is yours completely, I will act accordingly. I love you, I value your love more than whatever desire I hold. I allow myself to be at your mercy.

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Random Writing Prompt

If you leave, it’s over. 

If you stay, it’s also over.

Your choice, my love. Pick your poison, pick your fate, the ending will be the same.

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Random Writing Prompt

Do you believe in forever, darling?

If it’s with you, a hundred times yes, mon amour. Otherwise what’s the purpose? You are my sole love,hope, light and soul.

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Random writing prompt

“No.”she said with finality in her voice. “You do not get waltz back in here as if nothing happened. You do not disappear, get us worried and worked up only to come back smiling, happier than ever. You are either with us or with her.”

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Random poem (honestly not sure about it)

Oh, what an illicit affair With his perfume lingering in the air Her shining brighter than Altair Caught by a blare Met with a glare He started to swear They were in her lair He really shouldn’t be there How he caught them in a snare All they did was stare Now he was aware That they were having an affair. She started to despair Life was really not faire Ever since the elders were ready to declare That he shouldn’t look elsewhere That she’ll be a wife extraordinaire Pretty, young, with golden hair Sitting next to his rocking chair Playing solitaire Going nowhere. Oh, how dare She go anywhere Seek comfort elsewhere While he fucks his secretaire Secret in the open air. It frustrated her beyond compare It was all so unfair. Now she’s standing bare In her own worst nightmare. It was all so vulgare Her husband made a fanfare Of having caught her not caring about his welfare.

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us. + Let It Happen - Gracie Abrams inspired writing

Us. You swore we were in for eternity, you swore forever. You made prophecies of a future that would never come. You made empty promises with the sweetest of smiles. You managed to stab me in the heart while I whispered “always”. 

Now I wonder if you were worth my time. I'm aware I would let it happen again, again and again. Such a tragedy you made out of me, burning tears and pained screams complete with a forgotten alternative ending type. Did you love the way I let it happen, just for you I let it happen.

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Random piece of writing - The muse

Oh, what fools those people be! Wronging a creator, to be forever immortalized for all that you’ve done. Swirled into poems, stories and songs, encapsulated in statues, drawing, sketches, showcased for all to see, forevermore.

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imgonnagetyouback inspired piece of writing

In a lilac skirt, his favourite colour, for all to see, she danced like the night will never end. Delightful smiles and counterfeit laughter shared with the boy she brought. Jealousy sinks in him, rage overcoming his senses. He swore to his friends he’s over her, she told her friends she hates him. A magnetic force pulls them closer and closer. Nevermind the time and place, they’ll always look for each other in a room full of people. So often they left parties for closets and dark hallways, so often they left together after weeks of not talking.

Whispered promises and “I love yous”, fervent kisses and shaky breaths will always come naturally to them. Everyone knows they belong to and with each other, nothing having the power to make them stay away for long.

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Random piece of writing

Flowers were woven into her hair, pinks and reds adorning her honey braids, as she stood smiling before him. It was not an unusual sight, she was always bright and bubbly. This time, however, it was not one full of kindness or mischief, no, it was crueler than hell. Her laughter, once so melodious, made him flinch, which she of course noticed. In a twisted way it brought her joy to see him helpless, utterly defeated, no longer able to strategise her demise. Silver embellished armours surrounded them, swords drawn and pointed at the infamous companion of the princess. They all longed to make him pay, but they’d have to wait for their turn, the young woman took precedence. She tilted her head, hazel eyes gleaming with anticipation. Oh, how she was going to make him regret his very existence.

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Love poem - written while listening to Constellations by Jade LeMac

Dearly beloved,

Gathered here we are

To celebrate those who we love.

Despite faults, despite rational thoughts

With soul and being.

I toast to you my love,

Light of my life,

Brightest n the starry night,

Constellation of my memories,

You are what I love

What I wish for and desire

Eternity and beyond.

Light up my day, 

Sooth my fears,

Adore me like only you could,

And I’ll write forever of you,

Always in my mind and pages,

Etched in glittery, messy writing

For all to see.

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Random writing while listening to Long Live, Castles Crumbling - Taylor Swift

The two beloved statues, crafted with utmost love and admiration, remained still as everything around them crumbled down, slowly disappearing into the void.

The high towers were engulfed in flames, screaming the name that built them. The greenery that adorned the stones became a symbol of past heaven and solace. Roses, daffodils and lilies vanished as if they were never there, as if they hadn’t been painted for centuries. 

Bricks were falling like drops of rain in the late autumn, angry and loud. The ground was hit with all that it gazed fondly upon.

The bridge that welcomed thousands was succumbing to the violent desires of the sea, unable to offer comfort or hope. 

The fountain where couples professed their love to one another, and shared moments of pure bliss was razed with hatred and jealousy.

The gorgeous sun that blessed the island was nowhere to be seen, as if the mere sight pained him. The sky was pitch black, a scary sight that invoked desperate prayers,

The marble statues watched it all unfold. The man, deemed a benevolent king, could not raise his mighty sword to save his home, the only place he ever felt at peace. The woman, praised for her wisdom, seemed to cry for the place she helped build.

The people that were on their knees begging the deities to provide help did not acknowledge that it was their own jealousy, hatred, cruelty towards their own rulers, their protectors that led to the ultimate fate that they must face.

As the grand castle and its surroundings transfigured into a tale almost forgotten, the immortals that smiled upon its creation recalled the good times and passed on the story for those willing to believe.