Yes, another story, I'm sorry guys. I'm just super bored, have pre-written like a million one hundred word drabbles, and am out of ideas. But I need to write because I'm taking a SAT practice test today and I'm full of energy.
So since my idea box is currently in the process of being refilled, I've come up with something else to do (yeah, to the fifty-nine people whose inboxes I am spamming, sorry).
I'M STARTING A PROMPT FIC.
Basically, y'all give me ideas. I write them.
So, ideas you can give me—
1 - I can write a poem. Free-verse or rhyming. Y'all should know I love those by now. Just give me either a pairing, another poem, or song lyrics to base it on. Or just tell me a plot.
2 - I can write a drabble. Preferably angsty. Just give me either a pairing, several characters, a plotline or a demigod and setting.
3 - Just give me a prompt. Like, use twenty words you don't know in a drabble. Or give me something not to do — like, don't use the word 'god' in a fic.
4 - Just . . . whatever. Tell me an idea you have from one of my other fics and I'll try to repeat it. Or just describe something to me in detail. If I like it enough, I might even start a whole other fic dedicated to you.
Things you should not do—well, I can't write super long stuff, and no yaoi or yuri but Solangelo. Sorry, guys. I'm just bad at writing those.
That's it . . . oh, and shoutouts! Thanks to—(especially) ImpossibleThings12, babypandabear, Unicute17, LSOP0531, Jason Grace Jackson, Kori A Grayson, Feedingnow, and DrakonOwl21195 for reviewing my drabbles and being so awesome. You guys are the best.
Let's start out with a short poem—based off the songs I'm listening to, bodyache by Purity Ring and Hurricane by Halsey.
yeah i cried, because now everything just isn't the same
the tears just water our battleground, washing out the fame
now my body aches, i've been fighting for too long
there's light at the end of this path that'll sing my song
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i never wanted to live forever, i'm fine with dying
it's true darling, trust me, i'm not lying
just wash me away with your hurricane
the oceans i sob blend in with the rain
-a daughter of apollo who was better at writing poetry than her dad