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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.

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I shuffled around until I finally found my phone under a cushion and nearly choked as I read the words in my message box. Hot sexy bestie: Mission: Convince Evelyn 2 b my fren #Bribe1: Tomorrow. 5 PM. B ready.

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.

I could still feel it under my skin—like a signature, like a promise, like the moment a match thinks about being struck and decides it wants to be fire. “Paper,” I said softly, the word leaving a temporary fog on the window. “Promises.” And because I refused, on principle, to be the first to look away, I stood and let the city look back until dawn found us both.

"Fetty I am so proud of you. " began Dr. Amrah. I came to her office as soon as I dropped my cookies for the day in the bar. "When did you realize you could write? " she asked. "Can I? " I replied. "Of course my dear. Your content is always genuine, deep and inspirational." she said. I smiled feeling proud. "I'll advice you write more. Write as often as possible. Consistency will bring out the best in you. " she affirmed. "So how do I get inspired? What can I write about.? " I said. "You'll always find your way." she replied with her usual bright smile. "You think I can write the way renowned authors do? " I said. "You can be anything you want." she immediately replied. "As long as you put

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