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November 2019 Writing Prompts

Just reblog if you think you’re going to use them (and tag your work with #patient prompts if you’d like me to see!)

Sunrise

Windswept

Shadow

Late night talk

Abandon

Misty

Breathless

“It’s beautiful.”

Drifting

Shiver

Blanket nest

Whispering

Lantern

Slow dance

Broken

“Where are you going?”

Searching

Bare

Break the ice

Lonely

Healing

Cradle

Puddles

Tunnel

Bitterness

Heartbeat

“Take my hand.”

Fatigue

Expanse

Twirling hug

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Send me asks for your requests 💗

misc angst sentences.

“It… I … it wasn’t supposed — to be this way —”

“If I could take it all back… I would.”

“You have no idea how far I went — to save you.”

“Even if it means giving up my life, everything I’ve done, I’ll do it for you.”

“There are no limits when it comes to you. I’ll do anything to keep you safe.”

“Close your eyes — I don’t want you to see me like this.”

“It was — it was supposed to end differently! It was — supposed to — no!”

“No — No, no, no, no, no — ! Not like this !”

“Let — go !”

“ Com— come back ! Don’t you dare leave me here !”

“I refuse to die here! I’ve come too far!”

“ Why do I have to be strong all the time? ”

“ Look at me! How can you call this dependable? ”

“ This is the exact reason why everyone I love leaves!”

“ There are so many sides to me that you don’t know. ”

“ All I ever wanted was to live a happy life… I wanted to be fine!”

“ There’s this thing about solitude. It gets to you. It eats you alive. ”

“ And sometimes we just gotta give up. ”

“ There are burdens on my shoulders that I can’t shake off. ”

“ Have you ever felt suffocated? ”

“ It’s the world is crumbling beneath me and I’m in free fall. ”

“ What I wouldn’t give to go back to the time where I had no concerns. ”

“ There’s this darkness in me… I don’t know how to explain it. ”

“ I’m hollow. ”

“ And then there’s this sadness. This raw, awful sadness that you’re too good to see. ”

“ You don’t deserve someone like me. ”

“ My past comes back to haunt me, and I can’t chase the ghosts away. ”

“ So many things went wrong in my life, and they keep on coming. ”

“ I don’t know how much longer I can endure this. ”

“ It hurts… every god awful day it hurts. More and more. ”

“ I can’t seem to outrun this. ”

“ Do you ever just wanna… give in?”

“ Should’ve gotten life right the first time. ”

“ They keep saying that this is all going to go away, but I don’t know about that. ”

“ Life is a god damn ocean and I have no idea how to swim. ”

“ It just doesn’t feel fair. ” 

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Deserted [ Bellarke ]

Date Published: December 8th, 2019

Requested: No, but I seen a post about being on a stranded island and this popped into mind

Pairing: Clark Griffin x Bellamy Blake

Warnings: None? Storm at sea mention?

Word Count: 708

Description:

Bellamy Blake and Clark Griffin get stranded on a deserted island. Can they figure out how they got there, and how to get home?

Feedback is always welcome, if you want to support me, like and share. 💗

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The soft, melodic sounds of waves crashing across a distant shore were finally enough to stir the curly-haired brunette into consciousness. A soft groan floated its way up to his throat as a sand-covered hand reached up and over his eyes, rubbing the sleep out of them. With bleary eyes he looked around, noticing another figure with suspiciously familiar golden locks.

"Clark?" A raspy from lack of use voice spit out, grunting as he pushed himself off the ground to run towards her. Bellamy knelt next to her body, turning her over onto her back as he felt for her pulse. "Please Clark, wake up," he muttered softly, brushing the hair out of her face as he looked around, "Where are we?".

Bellamy gently picked her up, walking across the glittering sand towards the nearby treeline, setting her down with a sigh. He stood up, wiping the sweat off his brow, and shrugged out of his guard's coat. He sat next to his friend - a funny way to refer to the woman he screwed until she screamed his name nearly weekly - but she refused to make anything official, and he understood why.

Losing Lexa took its toll on her, she couldn't find anyone or anything that didn't remind her of the commander.

He let his thoughts drift off, trying to figure out how they got to this land, and where they were. Tall, lengthy trees towered up high above the pair, providing shelter from the scorching sun that was positioned directly above them, seemingly going farther back than Bellamy dared to discover. The pale sand seemed to stretch miles down in either direction.

He remembered getting on the boat, Clarke wanted to go and check out all the new upgrades Raven and Monty put into it. He remembered gray skies and rain rocking the boat - a lot. The most he could remember after that was her hair blowing in the wind.

The sound of sand being moved made him turn, noticing a frown already on her face. "Bell?" A whisper so soft even Clark couldn't hear it. She cleared her throat, before trying again. "Bellamy, where are we?" She sat up, shuffling her legs with a wince as she grabbed her knee, she must have sprained it at some point during the storm.

Clear skies dotted with fluffy cloud floated over there heads as Bellamy shook his head. "I don't know, but we should find out." He nodded towards her hand, "Can you walk?"

She gave a small nod as she stood with the help of a log and Bellamy. "How long do you think we've been here? How did we get out of the water?" Bellamy shook his head at her questions, wrapping her up in a tight hug. "I'm not sure, a few hours at least, we're dry and we sure weren't on the boat. Come on, let's see where we are."

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After a few hours of walking around the seemingly empty island, the pair came across a mostly intact tower, looming high over them. "Subacorp, what do you think that was?" Clark questioned, stepping up to the grimy windows to peek in. Furniture was strewn about, some still in purposed positions, some fallen over and broken. "Whoever was here seemed to leave in a hurry, probably around the time the bombs were first dropped." Bellamy offered.

Clark nodded before trying the door, slamming her coat covered elbow through the floor to ceiling glass doors. Her and Bellamy stepped through, searching the place from top to bottom, finding no signs of life. With a shake of his head, Bellamy dropped down on to the sofa next to Clark, staring out of the window at the glorious view of the entire island.

"It's getting late, it's almost dark. We should try and get some sleep, look around more tomorrow, find some food and fresh water." Clark said, tucking herself into Bellamy's side. Even she couldn't deny that there was something going on between them, she just... She just wasn't ready.

With a nod and an arm wrapped around her, Bellamy pressed a kiss to her head, unsure where the next few days would lead them as the pair dozed off comfortably in each other's arms.