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@justwriteit this August has been so terrible sometimes my brain just go blank 

@justwriteit The dust settles on my face for the hundredth time today. I can’t brush it off. I can’t even groan. I am a chipped ceramic witness, a ring of dried brown stain forever lining my hollow.
            
            Below me, the city hums its tired, metallic song. Sirens wail, a bus groans, a child laughs. I hear it all through the thin glass that separates me from the world. But my purpose is to hold, not to hear. And I hold nothing now but a single, forgotten tea bag, its string a brittle, petrified tail.
            
            Once, I was warm. I remember the weight of a palm cradling my base, the heat of a morning that promised everything. The one who held me had calloused thumbs that traced my chip—a flaw he said gave me character. He would fill me with dark, bitter coffee, and I would reflect his tired, thoughtful face back at him.
            
            I remember the tremor. The sharp, chemical smell of the painting being lifted from the nail. The heavy silence that followed. Then, the door. A soft click, and then nothing. Just the memory of warmth fading from my porcelain.
            
            Now, I am a tombstone for a routine. The sun crawls across the windowsill, and I watch my shadow stretch like a long, silent scream. A fly lands on my rim, cleans its legs, and departs. I am the most interesting thing in this room, and I am utterly useless.
            
            A child’s balloon, a silver speck, drifts past the window. It is free. I am fixed. The chip in my rim is a wound that will never scab. I can’t wait for the night, when the darkness is honest about our shared emptiness.

@justwriteit I chose prompt #4 :) I watched as you placed me, proudly. The first piece of evidence of our love. You looked back at me, happily as I reminded you of the thrill of what it meant to be together. As the other pieces of evidence collected, I knew what it meant to be a family. We each had different versions of the love that was once present. Now, you don’t look at me at all. You avoided looking in my direction. What once brought a smile to your face now brings tears. I watched as you took all the other photos down. You saved me for last. I saw the hesitation in your eyes, before you tore me off the wall. My fate was different from the others. You didn’t toss me in the trash, you simply put me behind a frame, just enough for half of me to see your face and the other half to be left in the dark. As the years pass, dust piles onto me, disrupting my view, plunging me further into darkness. Every now and then I see the outline of your figure. I know when you stop and stare at the painting in front of me. For a moment, I’m able to catch a glimpse of the joy you once had, as the frame I’m behind keeps my spirit alive. I recite the poetry from the poet that used to also look at me. “Though my presence may be gone, my spirit is not. I know it’s tough right now, but I have not forgot. Your beautiful smile and your golden brown locs, will forever remain in this spot. Next to me, the one who loves you. My time in this life was cut short for you. But if I had one wish, I wish you knew, how much my love only grew for you. Death is not the end, and neither is our love. I stare at you from below to watch you from above. I know you’re in pain wishing I was near. Even as the dust settles, just know that I’m right here.”

@ justwriteit  gratulacje!!! Moja praca nadal trwa i z wyczekiwaniem czekam na jej zakończenie!! 

@justwriteit thank you very much! 

@justwriteit  Thank you for these beautiful and inspiring words! ❤️✨
            I'm currently working on a new story that I haven't published yet. It's still a work in progress, and I'm taking my time to develop it and put genuine emotion into every word. ✍️
            This week, I've been writing, developing new ideas, and slowly bringing the story to life. I can't wait to share it when the time feels right. ❤️
            For me, writing isn't simply about counting words or finishing chapters it's about turning feelings, thoughts, and unspoken emotions into something that might touch another person's heart.
            Wishing everyone here endless inspiration and many beautiful stories yet to be written. ✨
            Happy writing! ❤️✍️

@justwriteit I started my first story here, it is complete and I'm uploading a chapter or even a few chapters at a time. It's a total different look at the Antichrist. I'm my story he is a 12-year-old and absolutely mischievous. Check it out if you like a good giggle.

@ justwriteit  can’t wait for 30DC

Hello all! My current work-in-progress is called Whispered Currents. Contemporary mermaid romance... Trying to post 1-2 chapters a week and so far I've been on track :) I hope everyone is having a lovely week, happy writing!

@IBA_005 hello 
            Ok I will 

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