Prompt for March 30: Limitless

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[Prompt from http://daily-writing.blogspot.com/ .]

“Like most things in life, the way I feel about you has limits. I can’t fully express myself for there are no words in any language, alive or dead, that can describe to you the force behind this swell of feel inside my heart whenever you are near me. I long to be able to tell you the extent of the pit within my chest, tunneling through my body and into some nether realm where our darkness is their sun. But these words of mine barely scrape the surface; they always fall short of what I’m trying to say. Then there’s the whole restriction of time. My life before you was a waste of breath: I was blind and deaf and mute. Nothing seemed real, my life before you. There were no colors, no warmth of chill. My anti-life was a void of neutrals and blandness. But since the moment I met you, my life has been brilliant and bold, unforgettable in every way. I want to continue living and feeling the way that I do when I’m with you. But that is an impossibility, one that cuts me deep. I know at one point I or you or both of us will die and I pray there’s a heaven so we can truly stay together forever.”

I was still finding it hard to catch my breath. The world beneath me, something I had always thought of as solid and unmoving, was suddenly insubstantial.
He brought my hands to his mouth, kissing the back of both. He looked into my eyes and the world beneath me was no longer in existence.

“All these things are limits but I ask of you to see past the confines of this world. I ask only that you see my feelings for you, the only true beauty our lives have to offer. For what I feel towards you, my love, is without description, without age, and without limit. My love for you is everlasting.”

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Camp NaNoWriMo 2015!

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Hello lovely followers!

For the more recent followers, let me start this post by thanking all of you for following my blog. I know I’ve had a few consistency issues throughout the past couple of months, mainly having streaks of posts followed by weeks of radio silence. I’m sorry. I know I always say that school has hit a rough patch and I’ll overcome it; this is again the case. The semester is coming to an end in a month and hopefully my last semester will give me some extra time to write. After I graduate in August, I can guarantee more posts.

I wanted to tell you all of my participation in Camp NaNoWriMo this upcoming April. I know many of you are rolling your eyes, thinking “Oh sure. Like you really succeeded with NaNo in November.” And I agree, last November was a failure considering I didn’t even manage to reach the half-way mark in my novel, Alchemic Maiden. But the best thing about Camp is that I can choose my own project and my own word count.

I have decided to work on short stories for Camp. Hopefully this will help me in practicing my longer story developments without all the time constraints and obligations writing a full-fledged novel would bring. I am going to attempt to write one short story a week, with a minimum of 3,000 words per story, rounding out my April word count goal of 12,000 words. I said “attempt” because I will also have my final exams in April and do not wish to delude myself into thinking I can keep up whatever writing streak I may develop now during the last two weeks of April.

If I like a piece of writing, I will most definitely share it here. However, I may or may not post the story in its entirety. I am trying to get some of my work published and, to do that, I may need an original work that hasn’t been published on any website yet. However, if this stipulation isn’t the case with the magazines/anthologies that I am interested in, then by golly I’ll post the story here for all of you lovely people to enjoy!

I wish you all happiness as April hopefully brings warmer weather.

~Ivy

Prompt for March 28: Four Lines of Prose that Take Place Inside the Train Station

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[Prompt from http://daily-writing.blogspot.com/ .]

The whistle was screeching in my ears as I ran after the train, praying I could make it to the railing before it left the platform. Wheels continued to churn, steadily spinning faster and faster to gain speed, leaving me behind in the steam cloud. She had, indeed, left me.

What’s more, when I turned to slump to our bench, I noticed she’d left my love letters, still tied together in her mint green ribbon, and her engagement ring near one of the metal legs.

Prompt for March 17: Atop the Tower

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[Prompt from http://daily-writing.blogspot.com/ .]

I stand by the window,
Gazing at all I could see
But never had hope of touching,
Waiting for my view to change.
The passing of seasons was naught
But expectation, as was the
Woodland creature grazing upon the land.
I wait each day, sitting
Upon the stony ledge,
Hoping to see your form approach
From the sunlight gilded wood
And into my happy meadow,
Your face becoming clearer
With each step you took towards me,
Bent on freeing me from my
Lofted place of seclusion.