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LilacMaroon
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Anybody but yourself

Does a day come when I awaken undefeated

Rested, eager, prepared

To push on

How can I be sure it will get better

Not now, but maybe

Someday

Does a day come when I look in the mirror

Unabashed by my own image

And smile

Why does it feel like

No one can hear me

Am I not vocal

Or does no one listen

It's only me

To counter myself

Who else could know

How much hate I have

For myself

And whose fault is that?

How do you heal a wound you can't see

And no one knows exists

But you

Because only you can feel the pain everyday when you wake up

And everytime you look at yourself

And every evening you spend alone

Wondering what you should be

Or could be

If you were anybody but yourself

The hardest part about crying yourself to sleep sometimes is to just let go of the tears and give in to the sleep.

It means, for a moment, you can forget whatever belabors your mind and just exist

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Write a piece comparing love to an ordinary object/event like a stapler, a board game, a shark attack, a job interview, a new car, etc.
Prose or poetry. Be innovative, original!
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LilacMaroon in Romance & Erotica
97 reads

The Unicorn

Often referred to as a "rare" being (much like the proverbial "love"), the unicorn is a facet of mythology.

However, that doesn't stop one from strapping a cone to a horse's head and declaring it such - or a ring to a finger.

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LilacMaroon
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Hey! 100+ followers! Thanks, guys.

I originally wrote that with 3 exclamation points but felt that was excessive.

Thanks for following me :-)

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Write about lying
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LilacMaroon
84 reads

Don’t look at me

There's a period of waiting before our shift begins. We, the catering team, all sit together, a row of black uniforms.

I'm looking down at my phone because no one is talking to me. Instagram. Facebook. NYTimes. But my neck is stiff, so I decide to look up.

Everyone else is talking, engrossed with each other. Smiling. Gesturing. Nodding.

I watch for a few moments, then I look down again. No one spoke to me, but that's ok. I don't want them to.

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Explain what you do for a living, but make it sound scary. Tag me in it please.
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LilacMaroon
95 reads

If you ever want to see your kids again

You're speeding home.

You plead with God, listening to the dial tone again. Pick-up, dammit!

You reach voicemail a third time. 

You have three minutes until you can skid into your driveway - three minutes of terrifying possibilities cycling through your mind.

You swerve down your neighborhood street.  Convulsing, you leap from the car, blood pulsating, prepared to commit voluntary manslaughter.  No one is downstairs.

You bound upstairs in two strides, screaming his name.  You throw his door open-

My back is facing the door.  I turn; he's drooling on my left sleeve.  I whisper, "Look!  He's finally asleep."

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LilacMaroon
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It’s 2017 and I Still Smoke Cigarettes

When I walk into Wawa already holding my ID and I head straight to the cashier, I don't make eye-contact with the freckled worker as I ask her for the Marlboro  box with the "gold label."

Please, like pretending you don't know they're called Marlboro Lights makes you look less pathetic.  You can't fool them, acting like you're buying them for someone else.

I already have my ID out on the table - she scans it without looking at me.  I'm 22, but I always feel like I'm 17 when I-

Always?  Are you a chain-smoker?  Do you purchase a pack once a week?  Are you one step away from getting a tube in your neck to breathe?  You're a pretentious hypochondriac.

I use my credit card because it's faster than fumbling for the correct cash.  This is my hometown; the last thing I need is for the wrong person to see me buying or doing the wrong thing.  Especially since I have a monopoly on this town's babysitting revenue - and what parent would hire a smoker these days?

Why are you acting like a shady criminal?  Amoral and illegal are not synonymous.  Did you even attend college?  You rube.

I get outside without looking at anyone else, but I know that nobody recognized me in there or I would have been approached.  That's the kind of person I am; approachable, sweet, charismatic, good-natured.

Fat, unattractive, stupid, undesirable, miserable, intolerable, annoying-

I can't get the package open fast enough.  My heart is racing; out of excitement?  Out of fear?  Out of knowing that every elementary school teacher I ever had would roll in their grave if they could see me now?  If they could see how their cute, intelligent, promising student could embrace such an ugly habit?

Promising?  That light died not long after those elementary school days.  What have you even been doing since then, just surviving?  Just pretending you want to do the whole happy life routine?  You've basically tripped over every life milestone you've reached; your life is fucking pathetic and you're 22.

I struggle to get the cigarette to light, chipping the polish on my thumb.

You are one obese fucking struggle.  Everyone around you is thriving while you wilt; you couldn't land a job right out of college and it's been three months since graduation, but all of your friends are employed; you can't find a boyfriend or any companionship because, despite being young, you are not remotely attractive and it will only get worse with age, so your chances at love rapidly deteriorate each day; you despise being with the friends who care about you and you despise being left out of events and plans that you don't actually care about; you have only ever disappointed the people who have raised you, and now you mooch off of them even though they are drowning in debt and you can't do anything to help them, much less yourself.  And if you think it will get better just because you continue living, you are a bigger fucking idiot than everyone thinks you are.  You are incapable of change, of growth or happiness, and you are better off-

I hold it in.  I hold the first inhale of smoke in as long as I can.  I let the smoke sit inside my mouth.

And I sigh.

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Come up with a horrible title for a bad romantic comedy movie.
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LilacMaroon in Comedy
72 reads

I Broke My Femur Falling for You

A rigidly formulaic romcom featuring a man and woman who want to be together but - due to constant poor timing and deep-rooted self-doubt planted by a handful of supporting characters - take a solid 2 hours to finally get their shit together and conclusively get married.  

Featuring a kooky-family, a secondary and less significant plot issue to eventually be resolved (usually having to do with someone's career), and some kind of last-ditch effort to get to the airport and magically sprint through TSA before the love interest's flight departs in exactly one hour.

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How did your date with a mythological creature go last night?
Cover image for post Don't date the monster under your bed, by LilacMaroon
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LilacMaroon in Fantasy
129 reads

Don’t date the monster under your bed

Dating a roommate never goes well.  So why did I think this was a good idea?

Michael's been my roommate since his girlfriend kicked him out and I heard him sulking beneath my bed.  At first I assumed he was one of those murdering rapists your mother warns you about, so I greeted him with a can of mace and various empty threats of my large husband coming home any minute.  In return he cowered, covering his single eye and begging for mercy.  After an astute observation, I realized he was just a heartbroken fool, and reluctantly agreed when he asked to stay for the time being.

Things took a turn from there.  My first clue should have been that he insisted on sleeping on the floor of my room instead of on the couch that I'd prepared for him.  I ignored his promises that he'd be respectful and began to sleep with brass knuckles just in case.

The next clue came from watching a romantic comedy with him one night - one which I can't sit through without laughing so hard that I cry.  I noticed him staring at me, and my jaw hit the floor - he was fucking master-bating to my laughter!  The movie abruptly ended, as did his nefarious activities after I beat the shit out of him.

Later, once I'd calmed, he asked if I'd consider a date.  Before I could disagree, he shoved me in my closet.  In the middle of a fucking blizzard.

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Once Upon a Time... This 15-word challenge is actually an 11-word challenge, because the first four words have to be: "Once upon a time"! (humor, as ever and always, is greatly appreciated!)
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LilacMaroon in Comedy
97 reads

constipation

Once upon a time, I sat broken-hearted; 

though I came to poop, I only farted.

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Try this challenge. Write a 30 word short story (any genre), but there's a catch. The first and third sentence must contain 5 words each while the second and fourth sentence must contain 10 words each.
Just as it says in the challenge prompt.
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LilacMaroon in Flash Fiction
98 reads

ding-dong dead

Someone knocked on my door.

When I answered, I didn't see anyone, which was strange.

So, I shut the door.

And when he knocked again, I shot him within range.

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