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Personality test

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Writing prompt# how’s it going?

How’s it going ? A lot of things are happening in my life . Family , school , future. Let’s start off with family . My dad and my mom haven’t been the biggest help in terms of helping me with my future education and life in general . They want what’s best for me is what parents always say but their perception of what’s best for me might not be what is best for me . This has created strain on our relationship that I’ve tried to mend but it seems like whatever I do, we take one step forward and two Steps back . I pray to god to help with my issues with my family and I continue having hope. Now school . School usually doesn’t stress me cause I try not to let it affect me . However I’m feeling a little worried because I don’t know when to study for exams and what content I should study . Also I have so many goals to attain like getting a 90%+ average but I have to get my makes higher in my classes in order for that to happen . I just have to take it one step at a time. My future has been on my mind . I just want to be successful in my future career and be financially stable . But I have God on my side so I’m not too stressed about my future . So to answer your question, how’s it going ? Despite everything I will remain positive, hopeful and take it one day at a time .

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Writing prompt #14

I wish my teachers knew that I’m a linguistic and visual learner . So please when teaching have discussions and relate the topic at hand with real life situations . I wish my teachers knew that I don’t like to be yelled at or aggressively spoken to . Also teachers should know that I like to read out loud so if they need someone to read , I’m the one to pick . Another thing I would want my teachers to know is that even though sometimes I can be disorganized and forget my textbook / binder. It doesn’t mean I should get a N in responsibility and that I’m incapable of being responsible . Through the course of my education , I’ve often heard teachers saying at parent teacher concerned that I don’t ask enough questions especially when I’m having trouble at a subject . I wish teachers would know that if I’m not asking enough questions it’s not because I’m shy or scared to raise my hand up in class it’s only because I feel like I could figure out the answer myself , so instead of assuming, the best thing to do is come up to me and discuss your concerns.

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10 words you like/love- 10 words you can’t stand

1)Ching

2)Blessed

3)Joy

4)Animosity

5)Content

6)Honest

7)Gorgeous

8)Hope

9)Humble

10)Beautiful

1)Hate

2)Fag

3)Retarded

4)Stupid

5)Tranny

6)Greed

7)Can’t

8)Ahlie

9)I don’t know

10)Sure

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Advice for a person struggling through mental illnesses

A- address what your issue is

B- break something to relieve stress

C- call on a friend

D- decide on which tactic to use to overcome your obstacles

E- elevate yourself by do not put down yourself

F- focus on positive things about yourself

G- grapes, gum, chew on something

H- hope and if you’re religious pray that you’ll get guidance to overcome your situations

I- Ice bath is the key so that your body can feel refreshed which would make you feel a little better

J- jog . It’s very important to be active so that you can get your mind off things

K- karate, don’t forget karate. It’s a way to destress and know how to defend yourself

L- light . Surround yourself with light

M- meet new people . Don’t constantly be by yourself

N- never give up on yourself

O- open up your struggles to someone you trust or even a pet

P- pamper yourself

Q- question why you feel what you feel

R-refrain from falling into old habits that don’t better your life

S- surround yourself with things that make you feel good

T- trust yourself

U-unsalted nuts is what you should eat . It helps with better sleep and brightens your mood

V- violin, piano, drums. Play an instrument to take your mind off things

W- write your feelings down

X- xanthocomic is essential in life . Have it around you to boost your energy

Y-yesterday is in the past . Focus on the present

Z-zaxbys treat yourself to a nice meal

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Writing prompt: I’ll never forget #12

1. I’ll never forget my first friend that I ever made

2. I’ll never forget when I ran out on the street and scraped my knee

3. I’ll never forget the look of my moms face when she told me my step dad died

4. I’ll never forget the memory of when my best friends mom died and my best friend moved away without saying goodbye

5. I’ll never forget my first kiss

6. I’ll never forget about God

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Writing prompt #11

Did she actually just say that ?

Sara, repeat yourself right now, what !?

I’ve got 10 grams of weed on me right now and a little bit or cocaine

The cops are right behind us . What are we gonna do !?

Don’t worry . They’re not going to search the car. It’s 1 am right now , he’s probably tired

he’ll let us is go

We look behind us and we see a police car flashing it’s lights . He gets out and we see that it’s a white man . I look at my skin colour and immediately start freaking out but I have to keep my calm .

I look over our outfits to see if we look anything out of the ordinary so that he doesn’t pick it out .

Sara . You’re wearing an expensive Gucci belt , take it off so he doesn’t think we robbed .

No Monique , relax man . Just act normal

The police man comes over to the car . He’s about 6’2 180 pounds. Slim

Body type . He has a brooding face , his skin is as pale as snow and he has eyes that appear to look demonic .

License and registration please

Why are you stopping us ?, Sara says

Licensed and registration . I will not ask again

And I will not ask again also .

Step out of the car he exclaims

“Sara, do what he says “

She looks at me and gives me an annoyed look and gets up from the seat

The police officer immediately pins her to the car and starts patting her but it’s not innocent letting he’s caressing slowly over her body .

“ stop!”, she yells

My rage increases . How dare he touch her like that even after she tells her to stop .

I get out the car . I have to do something about this .

Gun shots sound . Three shots have just been fired . The ringing in my ears won’t stop .

Sara! I yell.

I look over the car and see no one . No Sara no police officer .

I see Sara get up and she says

Get in the car Monique now we have to leave now.

There’s blood all over her face . what did you do !? I yell .

Sara I’m not kidding get into the car now !

I shakily get into the car not wanting to think about what my friend just did . We drive away not speaking .

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Dialogue - writing prompt #10

I can’t , I won’t. You’re mine

I don’t want anything to do with you , but I’m trying to get on the right path

My path is the best path. You can get anything you want, riches , fame, beauty , success

But that’s not what I want . I’m trying to be a better person , do better things , fix my heart.

Cmon don’t be so difficult. Just follow me, you won’t regret it .

No I refuse to be be held down by the likes of you

If you don’t follow me, I’m going to get even more aggressive

I don’t care I’m going to cut all bonds and memeories I have of you

I creeped up on you last time and I’ll do it again. The question is, when?

You slowly creep back and I allowed myself to fall back into your stupid traps but no, this time I’ve put my foot down and will not allow you to detour my path.

We’ll see if you’re able to resist my temptations

Your simple cunning smile will no longer allow you to have your way with me

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Sleepless : writing prompt

Sleepless . I’ve been having sleepless nights. Feeling like I can’t breathe feeling like a hand is around my throat , playing sick games with me . squeeze, release squeeze release.I try to ignore how I’m feeling and instead focus on ways I can fall asleep . One sheep , two sheep , three sheep . I try and count the illuminated stars on my ceiling . 1 star 2 star eventually getting to 50 stars. But I can’t sleep . My body screams for me to sleep . It feels almost numb . Parts of my mind wills my body to sleep but that doesn’t work either . It’s funny I thought the mind and body were connected , I thought they were supposed to work hand in hand . But can I tell you a secret? I don’t want to sleep . I don’t want rest . When I sleep , I dream . And the dreams that I make up in my mind horrify me . I guess you can say the demons in my life come out to play when I dream . Creatures I’ve never seen before , fire, death, blood, loneliness , darkness . That’s only a glimpse of what my dreams consists of. The worst part is when I can’t move . Well can I even say that’s the worst part ? I’ve became so accustomed to it that I don’t even struggle like I used to . I just let the numbness wash over me like a big blanket , I just let the suffocation begin . I just let the demons haunt me and control me . I just let myself be silent and wait until it’s finally over . Well that was the old me . Now I just remain sleepless. Wondering if I will ever have a peaceful night.

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Succes: writing prompt

What i think of success?

Success is the reason we have goals and dreams that we wish to attain

Success to me is not being the richest person

Or having the newest shoes

If that is what success looks like to you, then ask yourself

What happens after?

What happens after you get those materialistic things

Will your feeling of success end?

Well let me tell you something, success never ends

There’s always an “ and then what”

What’s your next goal or dream you want to reach?

You have to reach for the skies and strive to obtain success

Strive for a new and bigger and brighter goal

Success isn't just held down to one word

One object

Or one feeling

Success is overcoming an emotion

Or becoming more spiritually in tune with your religion

Success is growth

Success is changing from a negative mindset to a positive one

Success is being able to look back at your past and say “ what used to affect me doesnt anymore” .

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I remember when .. writing prompt

I remember when i first saw him . Eyes as bright as the sun . A face so golden brown and tan , I couldn’t avert my eyes .A Face made up of tiny scars and freckles made him look even more appealing. The grape colour of his jacket complimented his skin complexion so well and his black slightly ripped jeans at the knee peaked my interest . But something I really remember that is imprinted in my mind like a bad memory you can’t get rid of is his smile. The way his eyes lit up reminded me of a candle being lit in a sea of darkness . Even the way his teeth looked was something worth mentioning . It appeared as if his teeth were glistening in the winter sun. Then I heard his laugh . It was a laugh that I could tell was genuine . It was an infectious laugh that made you want to laugh even harder . I remember the way he looked at me . He looked at me with an inquisitive gaze . It was a gaze I had to hold. It was as if we had an unspoken inside joke between us. That’s when I knew that something was different about him .

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Writing prompt:

Again I’m caught in the same situation. Sitting on the cold hardwood floor in the corner of my room the size of a closet. Pressing my back against my white stained walls.

Everyday I come to this place. It’s like my quiet place , well as quiet as it can be excluding my dads violent tendencies .

Irritated is how he feels and he takes it out on me . He’s irritated because the milk ran out . Such things like that trigger him to go on a rage and destroy everything in sight . I’m often the one in his site.

Ouch I whisper to myself as I accidentally rubbed the fresh bruise on my cheek. If I say it too loud , he might come back and try to inflict more pain on me . Not physically but mentally . “I should’ve killed you when you were a baby “ runs through my head like a record on replay . How can a father say this to their own child, I think to myself .

Unlucky is how I feel . So many bad things happen to me . This whole day was just a bad day . I missed my bus for school, I got put in a group with people who don’t do their work and now I come home to my dads wrath . Why today does he have to act like this?

Broken is how I feel , inside and out . But I’m fine . I just have to push through it . Put on my fake smile that I always show. It’s funny how I can act so happy hiding behind this fake smile and no one knows what really happening.

*crunch crunch crunch * is all I hear. I hear my dads footsteps crunching on the fall leaves that have just started falling . I hear him descending away , probably going to the pub down the street .

Destruction and disaster will happen as soon as he comes back home . I get up from the corner of my room and go out into the living room. The dirty green carpet meets my foot as I walk across it to the kitchen and open the fridge .

“Empty”, I angrily whisper to myself as I bounce my eyes around the fridge . A half eaten apple, spoiled orange juice and a moldy cucumber is what I’m met with . I slam the fridge close and decide to walk down to the grocery store to get some groceries.

First I have to cover up my bruise with my cheap makeup that I stole from the store. The rough makeup runs across my cheek with the brush. I tell myself not to cry. I should be used to this . I do this 3 times a week.

Getting up from my chair is even a chore . My whole body aches .

Hide behind that smile. Don’t show anyone the real you . Keep your head down and don’t engage in unnecessary conversation is the mantra I tell myself before going out .

It’s weird I love my dad despite everything he’s done to me . I just can’t leave him , especially with mom dying a year ago . He’ll be too alone . Only god knows what can happen to him .

Just a year ago mom died. Everything was as good as it could be between my dad and I considering what happened , but recently he’s been out of it and thinks that I had a hand in killing my mom, I’m guessing that’s why he hits me .

Killer! You’re a killer! Is what he half yelled half spat at me two days ago

Lost for words . I just let him yell and punch me until he exerted his energy . I find it’s easier to let it happen than fighting back . His abuse lasts quicker this way .

Moving towards the door . I reach for the doorknob and immediately get hit with the fall chilly breeze and beaming sun . I take in the fresh air and feel a glimpse of happiness .

Noodles , cheese string, chips, fruits, eggs is what Im thinking to get as I walk to the grocery store .

“Oh and oats! How can I forget those . That’s dads favourite”, I say to myself as I enter the dimly lit small store . That always smells like moth balls and slightly like spoiled milk .

Produce section is where I go to first . I pick up the green grapes which are 50cents . Perfect for my budget.

Quickly I scan for more fruits that are 50cents . And all of a sudden I get an uneasy feeling, something tells me to look behind my shoulder and when I do , I immediately feel a chill run down my spine .

“Run back home “, I half yell -whisper to myself as I take in who’s 20 steps behind me dressed in all black with a dark grey cap on . Having an unreadable expression on his face .

Shoot, I think to myself as I leave the produce section trying to disguise the shaking of my body. I walk faster down section

Turning to the right to go into the other aisle . I need to quickly get out of here without him noticing me leave.

Unspoken words between me and that man . I didn’t want to do what I did but I had no choice . I needed the money , badly .

Violence is something I don’t want to resort to but if he tries to pull something . I’m going to have to defend myself. Wait but how , I think to myself . I start to panic and hyperventilate. Thinking about how I stole his money and hoped to never have to see him again .

*whack* is what I hear , besides my heart beating in my ear . I realized I dropped my grapes . But I don’t care about that . I just need to get out of here . I walk quickly towards the exit not caring if I look suspicious or not . The uneasiness comes back so I start briskly walking home.

Xenons randomly pops in my head . If I was a xenon, life would be so much simpler. I could just fly away and be carefree just like them .

Yo! I hear someone angrily exclaim . Instant chills courses through my body . I quickly turn my head and meet the angry gaze of the man from the store . All I can think to do is run. I run towards the alley, stupidly taking this dangerous shortcut thinking that I could lose him there . I turn my head and see that he’s picking up speed

Zig zag zig zag zig zag I think to myself . I once heard that if I ran in a zig zag pattern it could throw the person that’s chasing me off. Caught up in that thought . I feel my body slightly slowing down, all of a sudden my body jerks back , as if someone pulled on my hoodie. I fall back and am met with the man from the store . He looks me dead in the eyes and pulls out a knife...

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Traveling piece

I take in the fresh air and let my skin bask in the sun . The feeling of this warm weather slightly lifts my spirits as I walk on the sand . Taking in my atmosphere, hearing the waves beckoning me to swim . Whoosh whoosh . I focus on the sounds of the waves to take away the memories of that tragic day . To get my mind off of that decision I made. So shameful . So hurt . So sad. So angry at myself for what I done . I just want to get away. My thoughts turn to admiration and awe for birds who just take flight in the blistering or sweltering air not caring the weather or wind conditions. I envy them in a way. They have such a free spirit . Traveling from multiple places , soaring across the blue skyline, getting to experience breathtaking views experiencing the world from a lense that I could only dream about. Meanwhile I’m stuck feeling stagnant trying to escape my thoughts. Fleeing from coming to terms with what I’ve done.

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Writing prompt: 100 words

Let me tell you something about the world and the people in it . We say they want unity but do things to divide us . For one we argue about skin colour and which one is the most desirable . We should work together and be one instead of going against each other . We say this stuff but we still cause division. We cause a divide by competing with each other instead of being uplifting. Instead of “ I’m so proud of you”. Words like “ you’ll never amount to nothing “ or “ she’s not better than me” are said .“ but supposedly we want unity ?

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All about me . Writing prompt #1

Respectful , positive, thoughtful , are words that I would describe myself as.

I like keeping my own company. I’m able to be by myself, just like my dad, who I would say I’m similar too . However I’m not afraid to express my opinions, especially when it comes to things like injustice. In this aspect, I’m just like my mom . Ongoing the two people who have influenced me the most are God and my mom. They taught me how to behave and act in society. However it’s taken me a while to let what I’ve been taught sink in . I remember at 4 years old when I almost got hit by a car because I went out on the street to get my ball, without thinking to look left and right to make sure there were no more cars . Ever since then I would make sure to look left and right when crossing the street. That day has taught me to be more cautious , even at such a young age . Well that’s enough about me . Till next time !

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Love : writing prompt # 5

This is a love story . This is not a love story . This is a love story . This is not a love story . Let’s start off with how my mentality about love was before. At first I thought of love in a negative context . I saw love as something that changes you but not for the better . I saw love as something that makes you dumb and blind, something that takes over your life . When I would think I about love it would be at a time when I would listen to hard rap music I would think to myself I don’t need love as I bumped my head to the beat and sang the lyrics .. little ... are you buggin , I’m allergic to cuffin. At one point that was my favourite song , just because of that one line . I guess you could say that I was anti love. When I would see couples I would roll my eyes and look at disgust towards them especially if they showed any PDA. When I would hear my friends talk about their boyfriends or girlfriends I would give them advice that was strictly from a logical point of view not taking in that when it comes to romantic relationships it’s not always necessary to think from a logical point of view . Not to get all sentimental or religious on you guys but my whole mindset changed all because I got closer to god and seeked him. I finally had an understanding of what love really was and was able to show it through my actions and words . Things I thought about love before were no longer what I thought anymore. When I would see a couple I would think to myself awe they’re cute or even if I saw them give affection to each other , it made me happy to see that . Whereas before I would roll my eyes and internally cringe or sometimes even outwardly cringe I also saw the importance of love and how critical it is to have in a persons life . No matter what anyone says, everyone needs love . So to reiterate again . This is not a love story but this is a love story . This is not a love story but this is a love story

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All about me

Iam an African American girl who was born in California and moved to Canada at 6 years old . I was born into a family that already had expectations put on me. To be better than my parents who immigrated from Ghana. To excel in school . To find out what I’m good at, to find out my purpose . That’s enough about my background , now onto my personality. Some would say that I’m an outgoing person that is not afraid to give my opinions and I would agree with them . However I also have a shy reserved side , which is usually shown when I’m around people I don’t know . Now on to my interests . I like to educate myself on the world so I make it a habit to watch documentaries about cultures, infamous crimes and conspiracy theories, despite how scared I feel hearing about the theories . Besides that another interest I have is working out. It is a stress reliever for me and it gets me into shape which is a plus.