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Rainsmiles

I am me. I love, love, laughter, being a mommy, my family & friends. I BELIEVE - in God, in fairies, in Santa Claus & happily ever after.

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Write about sadness, without using any form of the the words sad, melancholy, dark, rain.

Why?

Still. Staring at the wall.

It's too much.

Shallow breathes.

Keep breathing.

Why? Why?

Please, tell me, why!

Days pass, just like this, but still.

Still. Staring at the wall.

It's too much.

Breathing. In and out. In and out.

In.

Out.

Sun rises, sun sets.

Still I sit, staring at the wall.

Let's play a game.... 3 truths and a lie. Tell us 3 things about you that are true, and 1 thing about you that isn't true. Let other Prosers guess which is the lie!

3 + 1

1) I have been to 42 states.

2) I shattered 4 bones in my foot playing on the monkey bars.

3) I have one blue eye and one green eye.

4) I chipped a piece of my eyeball out on an ironing board and it took 3 weeks to heal.

Seven word story.

A smile grew up and became love.

Describe the way happiness physically looks.

Laughing Eyes

It's in his beautiful, crinkly, dancing eyes!

It's in the way his head is thrown back as the laughter bursts out like a million fairy lights around us.

I know this is a Writing App. But I wanted to know more of you all. So introduce yourself and tell me something about you that's interesting (experience or hobby) and may seem out of your character. :D

Just Me

I truly love being a mom - even during the hardest times, it is the best thing about my life.

Something I never tell anyone is that I want to be a writer. Always have and one day I hope to allow myself to be one.

Stop doing whatever your doing. Now write at least one hundred words without thinking about what your writing. It can be anything, it doesn't even have to make sense, just write it and see what comes out!

Bi Polar

I was 5 months pregnant with the baby they said I'd never have when he was diagnosed. In my naivety I thought "we can do this, we'll be fine. What I didn't know, what I couldn't have known was that he had hidden who he truly was and now with the diagnosis he no longer had to pretend.

I made the choice to stay. I made the choice to be married to him, to let him be a full time dad while I worked full time to support us. Now I question my choices. I question whether it was the best choice for my child. Whether it was the best choice for me. The reality is if I make a different choice, he will be alone. He will not have a home and he will not be able to see our child everyday. I'm unhappy, but he is sick. What choice should I make now?

Write a bitter poem

Let Me Go

Silent screams wrack my soul. I beg you, beg you let me go!

You don't want me but still you hold on. You push me away, but you block my path.

You love me, you hate me, GO AWAY!, no please stay.

You can't have it both ways.

All that's left to say.

Let me go.

Make me cry with one sentence.

In Her Eyes

In her eyes I was born, became a wild, imaginative child, a quiet teen, a woman, a wife, a mother - but, who am I when her beautiful eyes close for the last time?