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I never wanted to forget you. You walked away like this never happened. Did I never happen? Ask me again why I'm angry. Are you angry? Tell the truth. Every time I talk to you, I get a case of tangled heartstrings. That is, if you answer. Ask me again what's wrong. What's wrong with you? Tell the truth! You're the one that walked away. You're the one that threw me aside. You're the one that forgot me. Well, I've got news for you: I didn't die. I'm more than a lit candle; I'm a forest fire. You don't kill me with a little spit; A hurricane is required. Tell me again that it's over, But my love didn't expire. Although, it's a little weaker S

my body is the abandoned bank on main street; my body is the burnt hull of an apartment complex only now in repair; my body is a feeling of shame, a pungent rot, a score of roadkill in half decay. my body is migratory: a flock of wearied birds, a search for belonging, the fat on my hips. with too few windows and a steep indoor climb, my body is home.

----- Original Message ----- How do you develop an idea? How do you come up with the details behind stories? Do you get them from reading books? Do you get them from modern concepts? Or do they just come to you (if so, lucky you XD)? How do you develop the world in which it takes place? People or settings first? Do you include cults/religions/mass groups? How do you come up with these groups? -- Thoughtful Writer In other words, what you want to know is: How do you build a Story from an Idea? Let's begin by breaking this huge pile of questions down to smaller, bite-sized pieces... How do you develop an idea? I start with a Climactic Event

"Do you fear death?" The question loomed in the air before my body, as if a sword looming over someone almost conquered by their enemy. But I looked down at my hands and then back up, only to say, "Have you ever felt the pain of watching two lovers embrace at the end of a movie? It's supposed to be a happy ending. But your heart tells your lungs to stop breathing for just a minute…because it will never ever be yours." "Do you fear death?" A question repeated deserves an answer. But instead, my trembling hands sat clenched on my lap, the blue ink like veins showing through the frail covering that might rip apart any second. "Do you kno

He loved her, would gladly give his life for her. He would do anything to make her happy. The realization hit him one day as he stood outside their den, gazing across the landscape that unfolded around their home. He had given everything to be with her, to support her when her world had been shattered. He had cast aside Shadow-Tribe to become a loner with her, had sought her out in the mountains because he wanted to be with her, had fathered six children and allowed her to raise them how she saw fit. Idek had never pressured her to be his, had never asked that she settle down and take him as a mate. He wouldn’t, couldn’t ask that