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Our affiliate, is restarting their writing prompt program! Please see below for more details.

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 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 information.

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


Last Week's 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?)
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AnastasiaTarin



Poetry

pointviewi'm the stranger in a strange land thinking strange thoughts over strange peoplethey worship a strange man who lived in stranger times strangely came back from death this son of a strange godthey have strange rules helping strangers fearing strangers hurting strangers at the same strange timethey have strange places strange fires and skies you spend forever strange it's a strange afterlifebut stranger still is their strange holy housewhere no matter how strange all strange sins are forgiven if you ask strangely enough if you are strange enough strange like they arethey think it's strange i'm not their strangebut 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'...:thumb621775788: 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. ... 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 c...


Prose

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This month's writing prompt, from February 1st to February 28th is:

Respond to the following theme:

Palpitation



If you have any questions, please feel free to ask on the original writing prompt blog post: Monthly Writing PromptToday is the day to submit to the prompt! Scroll down to read more. First 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 :devLive-Love-Write:, here are the participants, listed order of submission, along with information on the newest prompt. Please r...

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