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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:

The only thing that's worse than one is none

Admin's Choice:

Pulling Weeds“Good morning, Brother Chris. Your tomatoes are spectacular.”
“Praise be to God.”
“Would you like some help weeding?”
“Thank you, Brother Jacob, I would love some. My knees are killing me.”
“Are they? You always look so content here, working in your garden.”
“I am, in mind and spirit, but the body does have a tendency to complain.”
“The soil is moist with yesterday’s rain. What a pleasure to dig in! Why, look at this worm, as fat as my finger.”
“Let me see. Oh, yes, I call him Percy, one of my favorite little workers.”
“Don’t tell weltschmerz.I am easily confused and often incorrect,
my routines are something amiss in that I
cannot stick to them, and I'm still not
too sure how to walk without my shoulders
pulled back, my stride filled with the harsh
taps of my heels, my eyes daring men to come
and test a hand, a turn, a try at me and see
if they can return with no limp or bruise.

(The days roll past with no markings in its
wake—all that it gives is a way to see, a way
to feel, a morning and an afternoon, a dawn and
a dusk, a sunrise and a sunset - but what makes
today a different today; which many yesterdays
is speaking; how is tomorrow a tomorrow
when nothing changes?)

Poetry

Understanding HeartbreakDear heart, I beseech thee
to relinquish thy hold.
Thy lady hath left me,
and my torment is cold.

I tried to drink the tears,
shed for her vagrant heart,
but drowned in my own fears:
Did my soul, then depart?

Should they dig up the dirt,
and throw me in the ground?
Would I still feel the hurt,
with no one else around?

To answer my despair
with death, would be perverse.
To have no one else there
may still, hurt so much worse.

Heart broken, soul attached.
Tears rolled over a smile.
My sadness not dispatched,
but covered for a while.

Sadness dealt with later.
Now I’ll relish in my past.
I thought pain was greater,
than the love we ama One Small SparkWhen you start off small
One try is better than none
The idea can grow

With patience and persistence
A difference can be made AloneBreathe
You're ok

NO.

Someone's there.
Not anymore.
Someone's missing.
For just a long time.

People to protect you.
People to go to.
There used to be just one.
Wasn't that ok?

Someone you could go to,
Someone you could trust with anything.
Someone you could call when the attacks were too much.

The voice of someone who cared,
Was just enough to calm you enough,
To be in control.

But now?
There is no one I can trust.
I am alone.
The only thing worse than having one,
Is having none.

Prose

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New Entry to Old Prompt

animal teethi. I found her in the hyper-real
pop art dream, scooping my heart
from the reeds, ditch weeds, she held it
in her hands to dine upon;
she was an animal.

I stopped her.
That heart is poisoned by cyanide
and all the horrible things that passed between
the beast’s teeth. The first thing she learned from me
is that the heart holds
terrible things the same way she held
the muscle
between her fingers.

ii. The barn was painfully red, set back
beneath the painter’s streaks of sunset
on rolling beds of tall grass and wild flowers
and it was beautiful and mine but
she could not stay there.

I promised to take her home.

Every grain of dir

This month's writing prompt, from now until August 31st:

Write anything that features one or more of the following:

- a complicated happiness
- make up
- Alaska
- a historical knife

Superb entries, everyone! I really enjoyed reading them, and I particularly appreciated your creative interpretations.

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

Bullet; Red — Description
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:

The only thing that's worse than one is none

Admin's Choice:

Pulling Weeds“Good morning, Brother Chris. Your tomatoes are spectacular.”
“Praise be to God.”
“Would you like some help weeding?”
“Thank you, Brother Jacob, I would love some. My knees are killing me.”
“Are they? You always look so content here, working in your garden.”
“I am, in mind and spirit, but the body does have a tendency to complain.”
“The soil is moist with yesterday’s rain. What a pleasure to dig in! Why, look at this worm, as fat as my finger.”
“Let me see. Oh, yes, I call him Percy, one of my favorite little workers.”
“Don’t tell weltschmerz.I am easily confused and often incorrect,
my routines are something amiss in that I
cannot stick to them, and I'm still not
too sure how to walk without my shoulders
pulled back, my stride filled with the harsh
taps of my heels, my eyes daring men to come
and test a hand, a turn, a try at me and see
if they can return with no limp or bruise.

(The days roll past with no markings in its
wake—all that it gives is a way to see, a way
to feel, a morning and an afternoon, a dawn and
a dusk, a sunrise and a sunset - but what makes
today a different today; which many yesterdays
is speaking; how is tomorrow a tomorrow
when nothing changes?)

Poetry

Understanding HeartbreakDear heart, I beseech thee
to relinquish thy hold.
Thy lady hath left me,
and my torment is cold.

I tried to drink the tears,
shed for her vagrant heart,
but drowned in my own fears:
Did my soul, then depart?

Should they dig up the dirt,
and throw me in the ground?
Would I still feel the hurt,
with no one else around?

To answer my despair
with death, would be perverse.
To have no one else there
may still, hurt so much worse.

Heart broken, soul attached.
Tears rolled over a smile.
My sadness not dispatched,
but covered for a while.

Sadness dealt with later.
Now I’ll relish in my past.
I thought pain was greater,
than the love we ama One Small SparkWhen you start off small
One try is better than none
The idea can grow

With patience and persistence
A difference can be made AloneBreathe
You're ok

NO.

Someone's there.
Not anymore.
Someone's missing.
For just a long time.

People to protect you.
People to go to.
There used to be just one.
Wasn't that ok?

Someone you could go to,
Someone you could trust with anything.
Someone you could call when the attacks were too much.

The voice of someone who cared,
Was just enough to calm you enough,
To be in control.

But now?
There is no one I can trust.
I am alone.
The only thing worse than having one,
Is having none.

Prose

:thumb692667967:

New Entry to Old Prompt

animal teethi. I found her in the hyper-real
pop art dream, scooping my heart
from the reeds, ditch weeds, she held it
in her hands to dine upon;
she was an animal.

I stopped her.
That heart is poisoned by cyanide
and all the horrible things that passed between
the beast’s teeth. The first thing she learned from me
is that the heart holds
terrible things the same way she held
the muscle
between her fingers.

ii. The barn was painfully red, set back
beneath the painter’s streaks of sunset
on rolling beds of tall grass and wild flowers
and it was beautiful and mine but
she could not stay there.

I promised to take her home.

Every grain of dir

This month's writing prompt, from now until August 31st:

Write anything that features one or more of the following:

- a complicated happiness
- make up
- Alaska
- a historical knife

Superb entries, everyone! I really enjoyed reading them, and I particularly appreciated your creative interpretations.

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