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But there was something in his eyes… Something deliberate. “Evening,” he told the room, as if it were just another Tuesday. “Good evening," Lena said, her voice as smooth as she could manage, half a breath slower than her pulse. "Take your seats, everyone. Tonight, let's do a new reflection free-write. No peer review. No format. Only your thoughts on the week's reading." She delivered the prompts with businesslike calm, at least, on the outside. But as she bent over Jace’s desk to give him his, her sleeve had dragged enough that you could catch a glimpse of the sleek skin of her wrist and the barely there edge of her camisole underneath.

"Something you want but cannot have." Mr. Vance wrote it on the board in clean, unhurried letters, then set the marker down and turned to face us like he had just said something completely ordinary. He had not said something completely ordinary. "That is your prompt for the next two weeks," he said. "Two pages minimum. No genre restrictions. Fiction, personal essay, prose poetry — the form is yours. What I am looking for is honesty. Specifically the kind most people spend their whole lives learning to avoid."

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Sanskar muttered to himself. **To Be Continued**

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Nothing I said mattered. "Dad, if you want to tell me I'm in the wrong, go right ahead. However, if you want me to write off this 400,000 dollars as a gift to Uncle Liam, you don't need to say another word. I made this money by standing in front of a crusher for two long years. "I watched my fingers blister, heal, and blister all over again. It didn't just fall from the sky." Having said my piece, I braced myself for the inevitable torrent of lecture to rain down on me.

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Predictably, silence engulfs the room and all eyes fall on me. Up front, Professor Adams slowly lowers his dry-erase marker. “Ah, Miss Thompson. So glad you finally decided to join us. What’s the excuse this time? Let’s see… we’ve had the broken elevator, the library doors being mysteriously locked from the outside, and the classic 'my alarm clock suffered a localized power outage.' Which creative writing prompt are we exploring today?” Oh c’mon, those were totally real! But trying to explain that to a man who looks like he eats syllabus guidelines for breakfast is a losing battle.

With each stroke of my pen, I breathe life into characters who dance across the pages, their stories unfolding before my very eyes. The anticipation builds, like a crescendo in a symphony, as I eagerly await the moment when Professor Steven's prompt will be revealed. Will it be a challenge to create a fantastical world filled with mythical creatures? Or perhaps a prompt that delves into the depths of human emotions, exploring the complexities of the human psyche? Whatever it may be, I am ready to embrace it wholeheartedly, to immerse myself in the depths of my imagination and let the words flow freely.