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Hello!

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!

To submit to the 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 information.

All literature and comics in response to the prompt are welcome and encouraged.

Previous Writing Prompt

Respond to the following theme:

A gift that is not truly free

Admin's Choice:

A Fresh StartThe bees were getting restless. They had been waiting for over an hour for the humans to arrive, and they began eyeing the pretty yellow meadow flowers. "Couldn't we ..." began Fluzz, "... I mean it seems stupid to sit around doing nothing ... couldn't we collect some nectar while we wait?" Guzz had been pacing but stopped to consider. After a moment she shook her antennae from side to side. "No no no ... please don't. Then you'll want to return to the hive and that's when they'll come." "Why can't they meet us at the hive? They could be welcomed by the queen." "They don't care about the queen. Anyway, the hive makes them nervous, I thin... The Gift of MortalityThe Gift of Mortality The brittle skeleton lies buried Among a tower of towering rubble. Its hollowed eyes Drowned behind a taut, furrowed brow. That forever grin it holds Hints to whatever personality still seeps Within the bones.Years ago, the body leaned against The soft shoulder of a lover. The hill’s crest swallowed by moon, The two might have stayed an eternity. Their dreams dotted in the sky, Hopes sprouting from the ground, Their eyes shut in confidence Within their embrace. They may have married miraculously. A secret wedding with a billowing Dress and baggy borrowed suit. Their kiss and few funds Lasted long enough for a baby And...

Poetry

WisdomNot entirely given Yet, not entirely earned Increasing with age Clarity with tragedy Experiences offer opportunities Forever learning, changing What was gained Can be lost For with age Comes decay With decay the mind dulls A precious gift Not freely obtained Can be lost so easily But does not come with ease A Deal with the DevilI went to the Devil Life rife with troubles Forsaken by God Alone In need of a saviourHe looked me in the eyes A smile on his face Arms open wide Familiar Offering sweet reliefI struggled internally With my choice’s morality Afraid of accepting Uncertain But deeply temptedHe put a hand on my shoulder Giving assurance Then claimed friendship Tantalising Luring me inI gave in to his needling No longer could I resist We shared a handshake Relieved The offer acceptedHe laughed at my folly With voice full of mirth The Devil cheered Jubilant Collecting my soul

Prose

Yaq Tricks Her MateYaq Tricks Her Mate: A Desert Ghoul Folk-tale as Recorded from Oral Form by T. P. Hade of the Nonhuman Cultural Illumination ProjectIn this lifetime Yaq was born female. She lived in the land where desert meets grass. It was a bountiful place, with good territories and mates to choose from, but Yaq did not appreciate them. For years she turned her nose up at many clever males until she found what she was searching for.This young male was hunting at the edge of his parent’s territory. He was gathering supplies so that he could leave them and begin his Matehood Journey. His fangs were handsome and his body well muscled, but what caught Yaq’s... Behind the BarsAll I can see now are bits and pieces of the world that manage to peek through the bars of my prison. It's always the same bits and pieces, though. I see a computer desk, a glowing screen that sometimes shows me my reflection if I look hard enough. I can see shelves, but I cannot see what is on them.I forgot what the real world looked like. I never see the sun anymore. All I have now is a harsh light that only comes on when the human walks into the room. She only comes in the room anymore when she sits at that desk and when she wants to feed me.When I was first brought inside, I was taken care of real good. I was hurt, but I don't remember...

This month's writing prompt, from now until June 30th:

Write anything that features one or more of the following:

- cursed jewelry
- inability to eat
- the moon
- learning a new word

If you have any questions, please feel free to ask below.

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Hello!

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!

To submit to the 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 information.

All literature and comics in response to the prompt are welcome and encouraged.

Previous Writing Prompt

Respond to the following theme:

A gift that is not truly free

Admin's Choice:

A Fresh StartThe bees were getting restless. They had been waiting for over an hour for the humans to arrive, and they began eyeing the pretty yellow meadow flowers. "Couldn't we ..." began Fluzz, "... I mean it seems stupid to sit around doing nothing ... couldn't we collect some nectar while we wait?" Guzz had been pacing but stopped to consider. After a moment she shook her antennae from side to side. "No no no ... please don't. Then you'll want to return to the hive and that's when they'll come." "Why can't they meet us at the hive? They could be welcomed by the queen." "They don't care about the queen. Anyway, the hive makes them nervous, I thin... The Gift of MortalityThe Gift of Mortality The brittle skeleton lies buried Among a tower of towering rubble. Its hollowed eyes Drowned behind a taut, furrowed brow. That forever grin it holds Hints to whatever personality still seeps Within the bones.Years ago, the body leaned against The soft shoulder of a lover. The hill’s crest swallowed by moon, The two might have stayed an eternity. Their dreams dotted in the sky, Hopes sprouting from the ground, Their eyes shut in confidence Within their embrace. They may have married miraculously. A secret wedding with a billowing Dress and baggy borrowed suit. Their kiss and few funds Lasted long enough for a baby And...

Poetry

WisdomNot entirely given Yet, not entirely earned Increasing with age Clarity with tragedy Experiences offer opportunities Forever learning, changing What was gained Can be lost For with age Comes decay With decay the mind dulls A precious gift Not freely obtained Can be lost so easily But does not come with ease A Deal with the DevilI went to the Devil Life rife with troubles Forsaken by God Alone In need of a saviourHe looked me in the eyes A smile on his face Arms open wide Familiar Offering sweet reliefI struggled internally With my choice’s morality Afraid of accepting Uncertain But deeply temptedHe put a hand on my shoulder Giving assurance Then claimed friendship Tantalising Luring me inI gave in to his needling No longer could I resist We shared a handshake Relieved The offer acceptedHe laughed at my folly With voice full of mirth The Devil cheered Jubilant Collecting my soul

Prose

Yaq Tricks Her MateYaq Tricks Her Mate: A Desert Ghoul Folk-tale as Recorded from Oral Form by T. P. Hade of the Nonhuman Cultural Illumination ProjectIn this lifetime Yaq was born female. She lived in the land where desert meets grass. It was a bountiful place, with good territories and mates to choose from, but Yaq did not appreciate them. For years she turned her nose up at many clever males until she found what she was searching for.This young male was hunting at the edge of his parent’s territory. He was gathering supplies so that he could leave them and begin his Matehood Journey. His fangs were handsome and his body well muscled, but what caught Yaq’s... Behind the BarsAll I can see now are bits and pieces of the world that manage to peek through the bars of my prison. It's always the same bits and pieces, though. I see a computer desk, a glowing screen that sometimes shows me my reflection if I look hard enough. I can see shelves, but I cannot see what is on them.I forgot what the real world looked like. I never see the sun anymore. All I have now is a harsh light that only comes on when the human walks into the room. She only comes in the room anymore when she sits at that desk and when she wants to feed me.When I was first brought inside, I was taken care of real good. I was hurt, but I don't remember...

This month's writing prompt, from now until June 30th:

Write anything that features one or more of the following:

- cursed jewelry
- inability to eat
- the moon
- learning a new word

If you have any questions, please feel free to ask below.