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wade
It's easy to get lost in music. Once you choose you wade in its deep waters, that is it. The current takes you away and you sink deeper and deeper beneath the waves. And you don't try to come back up.
crush
It's horrible. Horrible, horrible, horrible. This awful feeling welling up inside of me. This is all your fault. It's not a crush. How could it be, when a crush is meant to be shallow and yet this feeling is so overwhelmingly deep that its CRUSHING me?
lust
Lust is hard to cure. I may be under God's will, but I am also under the devil's command. He injects my eyes with this chemical. I see the world with dirt and skin. I need to be saved. But I can't. It's just too good.
embraced
The cool night, embraced by a midnight blue blanket of stars and constellations, felt like a dream. As the wind whipped through my hair, I couldn't help but remember the past, of what happened on a night like this.
embraced
I couldn't seem to embrace today. For a first day at school, it seemed so...odd. I couldn't embrace the fact that it was my first day of my last year. I was a senior. I don't think anyone could've accepted that truth so easily...
beloved
Beloved, i cannot tell you how much you mean to me. I regret those awful things I've said. Forgive me. I would never hurt you. What a fool i mustve been, to hurt someone as beautiful as you.
teacher
Teachers. We think they're demons from he'll, sent to deliver venaganxe through humunous unending piles of homework. We think they're ruthless and horrid. Every thing they do we criticize because , in our eyes, whatever they tell us to do is unfair. But in the end, we learn to thank them for everything they've taugh us. Because without them, we'd be hopelessly lost in the web of life.
forgetting
Forgetting is awful. I am forgetful child, in truth. Things, images, memories always escape me. Am I just not built to remember things? Did God decide to design me such that I only remember what I had last seen? Sometimes I wish I could remember even the things that are dear to me. But no. They always must escape my mind like birds out of the cage. I always forget.
forgetting
It's never easy, forgetting it all. Forgetting all those awful memories, those hard times, those feelings i never got to tell anyone. It's hard, to just let it go and pretend it never happened. Forgetting is never simple. For anyone.
painted
Life is like a painted picture. It could be colorful and bright, filled with the most beautiful things. Images pour out gold and glitter and happiness, spreading smiles onto faces. Other times, it wreaks of pain and terror and darkness. And all the black and red come crashing and slashing down, clawing like a mad beast. Other times it is sadness, and all you can see is blue. Dark blue. And tears. But these things, every stroke and gesture, create one gigantic masterpiece. And that is life.