Prompts And Shit

a very very short story

So this chapter isn't a proper novella but I'm just going to class it as an extra.

This is just a short story I entered in the second part of a competition's mini games, a while back.

The competition is called "Mystique Awards" and is held by Mystique_Awards

The short story is about "Hope".

I did change the short story slightly, for this chapter, but it's nothing drastic.

If you want to see the original short story in the actual book the chapter is called "#Games 2" and it is the very first comment for that chapter.

Every time someone replies to your comment with "+1" the writer of the comment will receive that number of points. I know it's a huge favour to ask, but if you could spend a few minutes replying to my comment it would make all the difference. I'm not forcing you, but it would be a huge help.

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The following text in bold is the original criteria for the short story -

You will need to write a short story on "Hope"

No longer than 350 words and comment it in this chapter as an inline comment

And others need to read it and vote +1 on it if they like it

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Anyway what you've all been waiting for... THE ACTUAL SHORT STORY!

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Hope. Hope to me is like a moth drawn to a flame. It won't go away, like a shadow it will appear gone in your darkest times, but will always resurface. Hope is magical. Hope is what keeps me going.

Hope. Hope is something that I never wanted. Hope is something that I never asked for. But I was still given it. I didn't take it willingly. It was forced into my crossed arms and I was the person who had to take it. I rejected it at first. However, I soon grew to love it, knowing very well that it would blind me and be the last push I needed to go over the edge. I knew that it would be my end, but I didn't care, because Hope was the only thing that kept me going.

Hope is a funny thing. Whether it is good or bad, I don't know? It leaves people vulnerable, unaware that the dreams they dream of are just dreams. It fools people and robs them of what they're worth. Hope is the villain, that tricks us all. But, Hope gives people strength. Hope gives people the little strength, to hold on to the edge of the cliff and not let go. Hope saves people from themselves. Hope is not a villain, merely the an angel in disguise.

Hope is the demise of many, but also the saviour to all.

I say Hope is an it. I lied. Hope is a girl, that changed my life forever and whether I admit it or not, the fact will forever be true.

*Written by a cold hearted boy, who let his guard down, for a split second and let a girl in. She was Hope.*