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Writing Warmup, Prompt - Light

I'm running all the traffic lights,

So long to the highway and the speed limit.

My Chevrolet will light my way.

Boss got me working overtime,

one day I'll bash his head in.

I'm running all the traffic lights.

In this town, my coworker's known, for starting up unsolicited fights.

Yet my boss will actively choose to entangle his business with mine.

My Chevrolet will light my way.

My colleague stirs up drama, only for the boss to brush it off as "fine"

But I can guarantee this teen had never seen another person die.

I have.

I'm running all the traffic lights.

You know well, I'm just trying to do what is right.

My Chevrolet will light my way.

To longly rid of her baggage, this lady has yearned.

The car hears a clunk at each twist and each turn.

I'm running all the traffic lights.

Either way, she is bound to quit and start her journey anew.

The local river, she thinks, has the loveliest view.

I'm running all the traffic lights.

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To my dear mother,

How are things back in our family's castle? I do hope you are enjoying your brand-new marriage. You had finally attained the prestigious and high position in society you so well desired.

Me and Nadia have had our wedding ceremony conducted underneath the oak tree. I can recall the blinding sun, and the buzzing of cicadas. Though I simply couldn't help but stare at the graveyard behind us -- so many people seem to have fallen prey to the Earth and now are bound by the soil. Such a terrible fate.

As I am now betrothed to the heiress of the faerie throne, naturally, I had to undergo metamorphosis and move in with her tribe. I had never experienced anything as gruesome and terrifying as this assimilation. Within the first week, I could barely move my famished body. I was continuously drifting in and out of consciousness. I must admit, while I could not physically carry myself anywhere, I was so lucky as to be provided with the most lavish and cozy little hut amongst the treetops, with the lovely Nadia by my side.

Three weeks after the ceremony, I woke up in the morning to find myself with a wrinkly pair of wings that slowly unraveled as I reached for the sun. The wings were grey.

Other faeries' wings would boast all lovely colors, pinks, oranges, and yellows. My love, Nadia herself, was adorned with wings of marvelous sheen, crystal-like in appearance. And here I was with my sulking greys and my pale composure, against Nadia's glowing skin.

What had I expected to gain from this union? I simply feel alienated and unimportant. Nadia is concerned for my well-being, and concerned she should be. I feel just as lonely in the woods as I do within our castle's walls.

Nothing seems to have changed. I wish I could fly into the sun, and burn those wretched things off.

God bless Nadia! Every day she brings berries to my room, and we drink sweet morning dew for breakfast. Perhaps I will never be accepted anywhere. But for now, I can enjoy the company of my love and the berries.

Sincerely,

Your daughter, Anaïs.

You married a fairy and experienced drastic physical changes. Enduring intense hunger, constant salivation, and even the strange sensation of your body dissolving inside a cocoon. But you hate the color of your wings. You are sorrowful and disappointed, despite your partner consoling you.