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Word Prompt: Pain
Velvet liquid spilled from your open stomach, you couldn’t will-up the strength to scream anymore. Only cold air passed by your spilled guts, providing no comfort whatsoever. Running a hand over your fragile skin, you felt like a cracked porcelain doll. You were numbed with the pain, your breathing slowly getting more slow and shallow. You didn’t think this would be how it ended. But sometimes fate has other plans for you.
Word Prompt: Food
The intoxicating smell of pastries filled your nose– freshly baked, and steaming gracefully. You felt as if you have been looking for this bakery your entire life by how much you yearned for their creations. Trying to appear more subtle, you entered the short line of people. Looking over all of the delicious morsels, you felt as if you couldn’t choose. Though in a swift fashion, you were at the head of the line, nervously twiddling your fingers.
“Excuse me sir, do you want any recommendations?”
Word Prompt: ‘Mirror Mirror’
Walking on a lake of glittering stars, it was like you were Jesus Christ himself. Looking up, the stars shift; they walk among each other. You weren’t scared that you were going to fall, or drown. As there was a green island a few steps away, filled with familiar faces– your mother, father, siblings, friends… They were all there with you, enjoying the beauty of tonight. A female friend notices you, and waves a small greeting. The sky was soon lighting back up, faster than usual. You take your place on the island– smooshed in between a few cousins and your tight-knit friend group. The orange, red, and pink hues filled up the starry sky, making for a lovely sunrise. Things couldn't get more beautiful.
Word Prompt: Noiseless
There was a strange emptiness this afternoon. No croaks of the swamp toads, or chirps of the plum tree sparrows. Not even your own thoughts could fill the innate noiselessness, it sent a shiver down your spine. Making you let out an audible grunt, I guess it’s not noiseless anymore.
Word Prompt: Bubble
Blowing bubbles was for children– you weren’t a child! Yet here you were, in the park, getting excited over those long soap tubes. Spinning in circles, trying to get the biggest bubble you could. Childish giggles filled the air, you even tried to lick the bubble blower; turns out soap doesn’t taste good. It let you feel the childhood you never properly had.