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About
"If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more."
"What is grief, if not love persevering?"
"You kept me like a secret but I kept you like an oath"
Calling all readers, lovers of poetry and music, screen and stage. Quote collecters and lyric hoarders, unleash your archive. Each prompt must contain a quote - you can combine them, add commentary, link to articles, and more. Steal from a literary classic, or WeVerse drama. Have fun!
Examples
Minghao + Ocean Vuong
The most beautiful part of your body
is where it's headed. & remember,
loneliness is still time spent
with the world.
Ocean Vuong - night sky with exit wounds
Hoshi/Anyone; "Beauty is terror"
Thinking about these two quotes together and the idea of on/off-stage personas:
"Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful we tremble before it. And what could be more terrifying or beautiful, to the Greeks to to our own, than to lose control completely?" - Donna Tartt, the Secret Histories
"I am calm in everyday life but when I put on my in-ear device and step on stage, I can feel the tension and hear the cheers getting louder as the music gets louder. When the staff tells me it's time to step on stage, I feel something boil inside me. I feel it steaming inside and I think I have to give a burst of something, spill what is inside me." - Hoshi in Hit the Road Ep. 04
Any ship; "It's been so many years"
Hello, hello there, is this Martha?
This is old Tom Frost
And I am calling long distance
Don't worry 'bout the cost.
'Cause it's been forty years or more
Now Martha please recall
Meet me out for coffee
Where we'll talk about it all.
Tom Watts - Martha
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my favorite taste is bittersweet
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Prompt:
there is no aging. there is only changing.
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: Magical Realism
Permission to remix: Yes
WC: 400
going for [Exactly 400 words]
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There is a god sitting at Wonwoo’s kitchen table, his head bowed low and eyes closed, forearms resting on the chipped wood. Sometimes, Wonwoo pretends that the window behind the god is a stained glass mosaic, so that he’s praying in a church rather than silently begging for miracles while shoveling dakjuk in his mouth.
Before he leaves for work, Wonwoo peels an orange, slicing through the rind with his nails. He leaves the fruit in front of the god, pith and all, and throws the ribboned peels into the trash. Once he had forgotten and had been greeted by the former kitchen table in flames. He had spent the next day rescuing a stray round table which was no better than firewood from a street curb.
When he returns from his job, the slices will be gone.
The god doesn’t move when Wonwoo’s there. He may as well be marble, a statue carved by a devoted sculptor who detailed the bow of his lips and the shadows cast by his eyelashes— no more than human-shaped cloth draped over cold stone.
His god uses silence as a currency. He pays his rent in quiet mornings and noiseless nights, the only sound the scrape of Wonwoo’s spoon against his bowl as he eats and then retires to his room.
When he was a child, Wonwoo read about kind gods and cruel gods, merciful and merciless. His god is a disparaging god, his silences kinder than his words.
“Was I supposed to grant you three wishes?” his god asks one day, bound to his chair, a modern bronze jar. It is still easy to trap a god. He leans in closer, like he’s telling a secret. “Even divine power cannot help you. You’re never going to be a writer.”
His god is carved in the likeliness of one of his college classmates. His god’s face graces best-selling lists and book jackets.
“Is being a savior lonelier than you thought?” Doyoung asks him in the same grating voice that incited the class’s laughter as he critiqued Wonwoo’s writing.
Like clockwork, Wonwoo goes to his office job and returns to a god who doesn’t love him, and he sits and eats dinner in suffocating silence, and he wanted to be a hero, but he’s long run out of miracles.
“Is this what you wanted,” his god asks, eating an orange slice. “Everything? Like this?”
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“Was I supposed to grant you three wishes?” his god asks one day, bound to his chair, a modern bronze jar. It is still easy to trap a god. He leans in closer, like he’s telling a secret. “Even divine power cannot help you. You’re never going to be a writer.” / His god is carved in the likeliness of one of his college classmates. His god’s face graces best-selling lists and book jackets. YELLING. thank you so much for writing this!!!
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