Category: writing prompt
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Strike
I felt eyes piercing me, and the hairs on the back of my neck vibrantly stood on end. I was unsure whether to turn around. I faltered, aguishly, but I turned, and then I saw her, smiling at me with the most luring smile I had ever seen. I took…
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Scatter
I write and scatter pieces of myself on paper. Transferred into words, caught between commas and full stops. Though these sentences, I want to break free and let my soul flow into a story of freedom and conquering destiny. ©2025, Vasiliki Papadopoulou
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Getaway
Joy pursued me. So, I slipped away and hid in the deepest corner of my soul. I kept hammering away that every joy would pass. Because what I feared more was not the usual pain, but tasting those happy moments that lasted only a fleeting instant. ©2025, Vasiliki Papadopoulou
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Protection
Like a flower on the vast meadow, exposed to every gale, rain, and thunderstorm, I sought protection. But my soul lay helpless, open, and inexperienced to the wickedness of the world. So, I lived quietly, withdrawn, gripped by loneliness and fear. Until one day, finally, the warm sun shone for…
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CRAVE
I crave life, to taste it to the fullest: every joy, every sadness, the salty tears wetting my lips, and the exciting feeling of having fulfilled a long-awaited dream. But also the disappointment, anger of having failed, the agony of a pending goal or plans. The pain of a broken…
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CHANGE
It was that pivotal morning when I woke up, and it dawned on me, clear as the sun shining bright from the blue sky, that I must become someone else, someone better. Not that I hated myself, no, but deep inside me simmered that feeling that, outside, in life, something…
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