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EvelynDawn
Though I may not be active here often, I still will never be without my desire to write.
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EvelynDawn
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Two Sentence Horror Stories

1.

When a woman grabbed my arm with a strained smile, her eyes darting to a prowling man behind us, I immediately pretended I knew her.

People forget women can be kidnappers too.

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2.

My door busts open with a BANG, and the footsteps of intruders hammer through my hallways.

Figures; it's been a few years since the last troop of ghost-hunters died.

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3.

The sun slips over the horizon.

I thought gravity was supposed to hold the universe together.

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4.

Thought "centi" means one hundred, centipedes can have anywhere from fifteen to one hundred seventy-seven pairs of legs.

Hiding beneath the rubble as an army of ground-shaking footsteps march past, I can count every single leg.

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5.

My mother kindly sewed my doll's mouth.

I can still hear it.

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6.

Parents tell all sorts of lies.

Santa is real, if you don't wash behind your ear's you'll grow mushrooms, and mascots are men in costumes, not living things.

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EvelynDawn
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Chemicals

I run on chemicals

To perform tasks and process data

But patterns signify

I’m still running beta.

Because I’m too fuel inefficient.

To fill my leaky tank,

I spend ev’ry moment,

Lest my system falls

To pieces.

Please, please, please, all I need

Is the dopamine that lets me breathe.

I will be perfection,

In order to receive.

Irrefutable numbers and praise

Allow me to survive

For just a few more days.

On validation I feed

’Till I rust.

My code, it must be flawed;

Errors crop up so consistently.

Undesired functions

(Mistakes) inhibit me.

I’m defined only by achievements.

And your broken things, you

Throw them out, no dissents!

I am but a fraud,

So dispose.

Please, please, please, all I need

Is the dopamine that lets me breathe.

I will be perfection,

In order to receive.

Irrefutable numbers and praise

Allow me to survive

For just a few more days.

On validation I feed

’Till I break.

Chemicals

Fill my brain!

Dopamine

Make me feel sane!

Serotonin

Erase the pain!

Please, please, please, all I need

Is the dopamine that lets me breathe.

I will be perfection,

In order to receive.

Irrefutable numbers and praise

Allow me to survive

For just a few more days.

On validation I feed

’Till I

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What are you without your problems?
I saw people discussing this question online after a rough day. I thought it might be fun to imagine what you might be like if your problems were gone. The mere idea of what I could be without my problems made me smile a little. I hope it does the same for you. (Problems include but are not limited to: mental illness, harassment/bullying, trama, etc)
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EvelynDawn
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Perfection Donned Human Skin

Perfection donned human skin,

and played

the violin.

People cheered

in a daze

But never figure what the song says.

A smile of a thousand stars.

Enthralled hearts kept in jars.

Her greatest fear long gone;

Who fears failure if they're never wrong?

Perfection donned human lungs

And spoke

in human tongues.

Issues solved

with her voice,

Though those who listened seldom had choice.

A smile of a thousand stars.

Enthralled hearts kept in jars.

Her greatest fear long gone;

Who fears failure if they're never wrong?

Perfection donned human head,

but with

kind thoughts instead.

And smart ones

filled her too.

How could someone be so wise and true?

A smile of a thousand stars.

Enthralled hearts kept in jars.

Her greatest fear long gone;

Who fears failure if they're never wrong?

Perfection donned human brain

and soon

felt disdain.

"How," she wailed,

"Can this be?

Without success, who could value me?"

A s̶m̶i̶l̶e̶ of a thousand stars.

Enthralled h̶e̶a̶r̶t̶s̶ kept in jars.

Her greatest fear l̶o̶n̶g̶ ̶g̶o̶n̶e̶;

Who fears failure if they're n̶e̶v̶e̶r̶ wrong?

P̶e̶r̶f̶e̶c̶t̶i̶o̶n̶ donned human heart.

Slowly

rose to restart.

Smiled behind

tearstained eyes.

Prospect of perfection: naught but lies.

A smile of a misty sky,

with loved ones by her side.

She'd always fear failure.

But everyone makes mistakes, see?

So it's okay.

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EvelynDawn
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I’m (Not) Back

Think back to your childhood. Was there a show you favored, a book you read until the binds fell apart, a toy you could never sleep without?

Perhaps you still watch that show when you wake up from a nightmare at three in the morning. Or maybe that book still sits on your shelf, collecting dust, until you have a rough day and flip the pages open to return home. Perchance, you keep that toy in the attic and whenever you open the dusty old box it lies in, you smile halfway and run your fingers down it.

I've had Prose for years. As someone who loved to write since before I knew how to write (I scribbled lines on paper while I made up stories in my head) but didn't have many people interested in reading my creations, Prose was the perfect place for me.

Then my best friend abandoned me. (Which was my own fault. I wasn't exactly the nicest person.) Then came Covid, and I was isolated from all but four people. So I wrote every second of every day as a way to keep myself from going (more) insane.

And I wrote complete trash. Every time I stumble back to Prose and read my old work, I cringe and occasionally bury my head in a pillow to stifle a groan. Some of my more disturbing writings I've already deleted. (I wrote ignorant, arrogant and disgusting works because I felt if I exaggerated my circumstances, I would be worth more as a person. If you came across any of my work stemming from such a place, you have my sincerest apologies.)

However, several of my works do remain up, since deleting too much could have a negative impact on my progress as a writer. Embarrassment stems from growth, after all.

Still, in spite of everything, Prose is to me as that show or book or toy may be to you. An old friend. Something you value, but rarely think of anymore.

Even so, Prose can earn a smile from me when the thought graces my mind. There's so many wonderful people within the community that I haven't interacted with for months- perhaps even years. Additionally, sharing creations is beneficial to anyone's journey as a writer.

I'm just not ready for the commitment of saying I'm back.

Trust me, I don't think people were waiting with bated breath on my return; that's just not really normal with online acquaintances. In spite of this, I decided to make an official post regarding this status. Just to be polite.

So, (maybe) I'll see you around!

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50 Word Story
Write a story in 50 words. Keep it clean and have fun!
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EvelynDawn
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Manipulator

As the smoke billowed and ashes rose, I found myself choking. Only, the fires weren't the source.

My sobs were.

"They don't love you," he had whispered softly into my ear. "I do. Let me free you from their manipulations."

The fires I lit for the real manipulator consumed everything.

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EvelynDawn
36 reads

Until, Unless

Value the truth,

until it contradicts your beliefs.

Encourage differences,

until they're different from you.

Celebrate achievements,

until you're bitter.

Make everyone valued,

unless they are few.

Keep moving forwards,

until you're a quitter.

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What do I see?
When you look out your window what do you see? Describe the scene in either prose or poem genre.
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EvelynDawn in Stream of Consciousness
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The World Outside the Window

A window fills the entire wall,

up to the library's ceiling.

The world outside is for all,

Will a glance provoke a feeling?

How could it, with the lack of light?

The window merely does reflect.

The word is damp. Dark as night.

At this hour, what did I expect?

But peering closer, I may see

A car or a long powerline;

Leafless branches of a tree;

Buildings and their rough, vague outlines.

The world is there for those who look,

Beautiful and strong and gleaming.

Can't be taken by a crook.

It's for loving, being, dreaming.

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EvelynDawn
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Let Down

I am distraught over failures,

you compliment my achievements.

There's another person that I

will inevitably let down.

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EvelynDawn
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I was told that my

Unattainable goals that I pressure myself to reach;

Anxiousness in every social situation;

Many friends, and the eternal need to please each;

Easiness to heavy exasperation;

Irregular, harsh shifting of my mood;

Possible atelophobia;

Pressing fear of being too rude;

Stuttering; saying um, uh;

Lack of motivation;

Constant questionings;

Pure terror; and

scared feelings

was perfectly normal for someone of my age to feel. In order to feel better, I need to learn how to control my emotions. Very helpful advice!

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$222.22 Challenge of the Month XXIX
Write about your fantasy. Do not disappoint or underwhelm. The most entertaining post - according to the Prose community - wins. 222 entrants minimum, 250 entrants maximum. Spread the word(s).
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EvelynDawn
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That’s My Fantasy?

Behind my eyes lays,

amidst the fleeting terror,

a light undisguised.

Day dreams conquer screams

as I find my truth in lies.

Life’s not what it seems.

How I wish to be

amongst fiction’s schemes and themes.

That’s my fantasy?

Life is but a bore.

Find, to change reality,

something to fight for.

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