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Live-Love-Write Writing Prompts

Journal Entry: Fri Jan 27, 2017, 12:11 PM
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DrMeh and me are getting the monthly prompts over at :iconlive-love-write: up and running again. To help get the ball kicked off, I'm featuring the latest prompt here in my journal. :D

Monthly Writing PromptFirst off, we have some news; LLW has long been well known for our writing prompts, but busy lives often step in the way. We have decided to restructure our writing prompt system and do monthly writing prompt. This gives you more time to write and also more time where your pieces will be featured in our group blog. Please read on for info on our latest writing prompt!
:bulletred: Featuring those who submitted to the previous writing prompt from Live-Love-Write, here are the participants, listed order of submission, along with information on the newest prompt. Please remember to fave this journal to help support your work and the prompt!
:bulletblack: To submit to the writing prompt, please remember to put "for the Live-Love-Write writing prompt" in your artist's comments and submit to the Writing Prompt gallery for your feature every week. Entries without this info will be denied. To submit to a past prompt, send us a note with a link to the entry and the prompt inform




Previous Writing Prompt

Respond to the following theme:

"Stranger"



Admin's Choice:

kat-eunhyeo
strangeris it stranger not to know yourself
for your skin to pinch at your bones
for your face to change every time you speak?
is it stranger to hear your own name
one picked out of a dozen
and forget that it's yours?
is it stranger to be scared of your own mind
parasites worming through your brain
and eating you alive?
or is it stranger that you're a stranger to yourself?
(if you don't know who you are, who will?)

Smoothest Giggle     I still remember her from back then, I remember how being a stranger to her made my heart ache. We were on our way to a small island called Bird Island on a boat with an upper deck and a tiny bar. I was not the only one on this boat and my family was not the only family. Many other's from small children, young drinking adults, to relaxing parents were settling and getting comfortable on this boat. While I was looking at the trail the boat was leaving in the water I saw a beautiful girl sitting in the back by herself. She sat with a melancholy expression on her face. She was not smiling, only on the verge of frowning. She sat alone behind the bar of the boat at a mildly shaded booth. 
    A waiter came by and addressed her, from my distance and the interactions the waiter had with other passengers I figured she was asking her if she wanted a drink, she answered with a grin and the smoothest giggle. I co

AnastasiaTarin




Poetry

pointviewi'm the stranger
in a strange land
thinking strange thoughts
over strange people
they worship a strange man
who lived in stranger times
strangely came back from death
this son of a strange god
they have strange rules
helping strangers
fearing strangers
hurting strangers
at the same strange time
they have strange places
strange fires and skies
you spend forever strange
it's a strange afterlife
but stranger still
is their strange holy house
where no matter how strange
all strange sins are forgiven
if you ask strangely enough
if you are strange enough
strange like they are
they think it's strange
i'm not their strange
but i ask
who is stranger
Stranger LoveMomma always told us not to talk to strangers
The men who lumbered out of pits in the earth
there skin darkened with coal
there eyes shining through
like diamonds
She didn't have to tell me
as there loud footsteps echoed
through town
"Eyes to the ground, dear"
She'd whisper when
I tried to glance up
They were like monsters
fromt the deepest depths
That is until I spoke to one
I didn't understand classes
or why some folks
had to dig in the earth
and other only to destroy it
I didn't know that we were rich
and they poor
or why mama's skin was perfect
as a new sheet of paper
and the women's
in town was cracked and 
tanned in stories
I couldn't decipher
tales of hunger
tales of poverty
tales of unjustice
No they were just strangers
with chapped lips
and sunken eyes
Yet at times as I grew
older I found I 
knew them better
then I knew mama
And when I married
a coal dust covered man
who held me in his strong arms
and the preacher named
me one with him
and us one with god
Our rings p
StrangersInvisble as ghost,
these strangers
Wanders reluctantly
to nowhere
In the sight of night,
these strangers lumber through here
Who'll ever wonder
where they are to?
StrangersWe meet again, or rather we don't meet.
I see you from across the room and perhaps our eyes meet like they have once or twice before.
I can hear the muffled undertone of conversation about me to the people around you.
I can't really tell whether its good or bad.
All I know is this, that dear, you may be only an acquaintance to my eyes but you're no stranger to my thoughts.
As a matter of fact I'd even be willing to say that you're the sole resident of my heart.
And while I feel as though all of that brings me closer to you.
Closer to knowing you.
I never will.
Because I'm a stranger to my own emotion, too shy to ever actually talk to you.
Too shy to compliment you on your soft grey eyes.
Too shy to compliment your purple feathered hair and cute style.
Too shy to tell you how beautiful your smile is....
So for now I suppose I'll hope and wait for the time that you approach me because I'm a stranger to conversation.
Never really been much good at "breaking the ice."
So for now I suppose
strangeris it stranger not to know yourself
for your skin to pinch at your bones
for your face to change every time you speak?
is it stranger to hear your own name
one picked out of a dozen
and forget that it's yours?
is it stranger to be scared of your own mind
parasites worming through your brain
and eating you alive?
or is it stranger that you're a stranger to yourself?
(if you don't know who you are, who will?)
The Fire On The HillI am looking for the water my lover lies in,
Cold in the shadow of the evening,
He’s a stranger to me, still I search for him,
Where the animals oft are feeding.
He wades there to prove himself devout,
He wades there to prove he is brave,
He wades there all night without coming out,
At mercy of hard teeth, claws and chill waves.
His mother camps on yonder hill
Setting white fire to driftwood and breeze,
When the animals see, their hunger stills
And enchanted, they sink to their knees.
With hope in his heart, he bares the whole night
With his mother’s help, heedless of warning,
He crawls from the pond upon proving his might
To find a judge's charges upon him that morning.
If I am not there when he faces his charges
He will be beaten and cut and scorned,
I must show them he conquered the water
And his mother’s fire could not him warm.
He is a soldier strong and brave,
He proved it this night in the water,
His mother is cunning and him she saved,
And I would wed him and




Prose

Smoothest Giggle     I still remember her from back then, I remember how being a stranger to her made my heart ache. We were on our way to a small island called Bird Island on a boat with an upper deck and a tiny bar. I was not the only one on this boat and my family was not the only family. Many other's from small children, young drinking adults, to relaxing parents were settling and getting comfortable on this boat. While I was looking at the trail the boat was leaving in the water I saw a beautiful girl sitting in the back by herself. She sat with a melancholy expression on her face. She was not smiling, only on the verge of frowning. She sat alone behind the bar of the boat at a mildly shaded booth. 
    A waiter came by and addressed her, from my distance and the interactions the waiter had with other passengers I figured she was asking her if she wanted a drink, she answered with a grin and the smoothest giggle. I co




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Respond to the following theme:

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VisionaryDreamscape Featured By Owner Apr 22, 2017  New Deviant Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks for the favorite! Much appreciated :)
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MagicalJoey Featured By Owner Mar 18, 2017   Writer
Congratulations, you're this 'week's' featured artist at My-Soul-Bleeds-Ink !

Come visit our home page to see what four works of yours were chosen for the feature, in a special widget dedicated to you! Bring your friends! Bring your enemies!

Also, while you're there, consider participating in our Poetry Forms Challenge for March/April where we're looking at the "Bush Ballad"...bring friends/enemies for that too!

Much love,
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RollingTomorrow Featured By Owner Mar 20, 2017   General Artist
Thank you so much for the feature! :love: I appreciate it. :heart: I'll be sure to keep an eye on your challenges and events, it's always great to see more active lit groups here on dA.
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MagicalJoey Featured By Owner Mar 20, 2017   Writer
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Shadow-Hyder Featured By Owner Mar 10, 2017  Student Writer
Thank you for the invite to the group!
I am curious, though. How did you find my work?
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