Writing prompts from me to you. I personally cant write well, might aswell share ideas.

365 days, 365 scenes.
Battles among supreme beings.
Poems about losing love.
Dragons showing mercy.
Kids stumbling upon magic.

This journey involves my answering of 365 creative writing prompts in a desperate bid to overcome my laziness.
The prompts come from https://thinkwritten.com/365-creative-writing-prompts/ and I write one a day.

THE SITUATION RIGHT NOW: I've gotten over the majority of my laziness. I'm unlikely to update this much. It's pretty much complete. The novel I'm working on is Dark Seas Leading Demise

I sighed as I read the reviews being posted on my novel, I hovered my mouse and click on my profile to see any improvements.  Seeing the number of people removing my book from their library and the reading stats of my book went down, all of my books weren't good enough to be noticed by everyone. If not noticed, they aren't good enough to read.
 
This gives me more low motivation. 
 
 As an underrated writer, I knew that I can't force anyone to like my books. I want to be known by the people that I write great stories. I went back to my home page and saw the ranking of writers, how nice it to be on top one. I rest my hand under my chin, looking at my profile. 
 
 A low-ranking writer like me that has fewer views, comments is impossible for me to notice by thousand novels in this writing community I joined in especially.. all of them are talented. 
 
 
I stood up from my seat and headed outside and took a deep breath. The wind gently rustles the trees and few cars beeped on the road and subtle chatters of students that passed by my apartment are heard, I rested my elbow on the railings of my balcony and looked at them.
 
 Dreaming to be a known top writer is impossible to me, I tried to make and come up with interesting stories but all of its stats, views are down.   I went back inside, heading to my laptop to shut it down. I went to my living room, few empty cups of noodles are piled on the side of the table, papers scattered all over the place. 
 
 I glanced down and picked a paper. It reads, "WIP BOOKS and WRITING PROMPTS" 
 
 WIP BOOKS: 
 -UNSOLVED CASE: FELICIA
 -CONSPIRE WITH THE DEMON BEAST
 -THE MISADVENTURE OF ALEXANDER HUGHES 
 
 
WRITING PROMPTS: 
 -School Idol Girl Died because she is annoying to her crush
 -House For Rent's payment: Souls
 -Scaredy-cat male protagonist is inside the book he is reading. 
 -trapped in a world that has a lot of phobias. 
I scoff and shake my head, a bit disappointed with the writing prompts I made and my WIP books. All of them aren't good enough for my readers. No one likes them. Even the reviews they gave are 2. Some are 5/5 but I knew they didn't read it and just skipped the chapters.
 
 
 I gathered all my papers and piled them up, I put them on under my mini table. I grabbed my phone and put the paper under the mini table. Creativity and my words aren't good today, I don't want to make half-baked chapters. 
 
 Playing games, watching some shows on the television could make my mind relax and not let myself stress about writing. 
 
 "This player is smart, playing this game. Having tactics, huh?" I said as I'm multiply beaten with another player on the game. 
 
 Tactics...Player... 
 
 I quickly got up, went to my room and opened my laptop. I opened a new document and started to type on my laptop and a smile tugs on my face. 
  
 From the novels I've read, it's always smart players in a game.
 How about... I put it as me. I'm a smart writer that is experienced and known to be a top writer in a writing community and the writer wrote writing prompt about writing a story that could have an impossible ending or.. an endless ending. 

That would be the gist of the plot.. but I'll make a few changes. 
 
 I stopped on thought and looked at the calendar. When a writer wants inspiration to write, it says to work somewhere other than writing space. It would help the writer to have creative words in mind. 

I looked back to my laptop and started to type. 

BOOK TITLE: A Writer's Deadline.

"Write before the deadline or lose a life span" that's what Shane Hiroki thinks. Being a top writer is what Shane Hiroki wants to be known for. After receiving a notification from The Scripturient's League, Shane joined and become a member of low-rank writers. 

Shane and his team compete with other talented writers with their daily quest where they have to meet its requirement and deadline or else the members of the team would  lose a life span and lose its points. 

Will Shane survive the competitions and become a top writer? 

This book is highly related to writers. The book includes racing word counts, timed- word mini games, and etc. Just a reader? Read this and you'll know the struggles of being a writer and who knows.. Because of this book, you want to be a writer.. or not.

This letter will be called, "the importance of the occasional vomit" or, "the barf paper". Now, to understand what I mean by barf paper, you should first understand the differences between poetic writing, musical writing and normal writing, oh yeah, sure! poems are only for this or that types huuh! Well, second off, bullshit! Third, music and normal are more closely related types than poetry is and so, I've found it, (poetry) to be a wonderful moderator between the other two, say I'm trying to write a piece of music, I start losing words, even whole phrases, ive got two other forms of writing to draw contexts from! Making three, forms, and, there are more than that but, for now, lets just keep it simple with the three. One very useful facet of this new dynamic, is that for me, the different writing forms actually flow together, interweaving their very own mystery which waits for me to find IT! This view also serves as a destructor of writers block, which can be vary insidious but, the ready made mystery detector, of these three writing forms, interlaced, interlocking, smooth as glass and twice as shocking, IS (probably) just another form (of writing), and actually very different from free writing or auto writing. Those two, (probably the same thing), cant quite mirror but, do nearly mimic, the other three, used together. HERE!! Ill show you how! Form writing is a learned and structured experience, with definite marks, rules grammar, punctuation etc., whereas, auto writing, allows the penner or writer, the freedom of both mind and self, to collaborate and mingle at the same TIME, as creation is taking place. Now, the two of these concepts, auto and form writing, both or, each, have their own "lists of most compatible linguistic devices", which can do their mimic, mirror dance actually behind your eyes or, "the eyes of where you create from", and ritualize for themselves, say, the muse invokations that are so popular among certain genre type writers, now, if perhaps id actually bothered to get myself an education on writing, I could be spouting off a lot of spiffy little quotes from all the giants of ours and other AGES, which could even tug this little shysterfest of an idea, along into perhaps an instructional manual, perhaps even cohesively, weaving, so to speak, the previously aforementioned "forms of writing", into an example of this, BRAID, form that I may have just come up with. How then does one  begin, a braid? Well, start, with the form you're most accustomed to, (normal, poetic and or musical) practice one, for a couple of hours, get comfy with it, then switch to one of the other two forms, then after a couple of hours of that, do a couple hours in the third form, and proceed as you would in making a hair braid, making each overlapping "layer of strands", or threads, wider and more supportive to each last, or leaner and more primal and muscular. Wash, rinse, repeat!.... The biggest rule, to the tri braid writing form is, that you must set your OWN rhythmic boundaries for each of the three subordinate forms used in the braid. And, understanding this also involves just accepting that not all poetry RHYMES! Or even should RHYME! Some of the best poems DON'T rhyme! And any professor of it worth his salt, will tell you or, at least try to teach you, that there IS meaning, and then there's rhythm, and that to sacrifice all of one for all of the other, well, some say it negates the very practice but, I've come to think of that Meaning, Rhythm, Fulcrum, as a kind of a compass, yeah, im just that self involved! Or, it may be that its a part of my muse getting invokation or some such, here nor there, this is exactly how its done. If you've decided to invest in the unrest of the politically disadvantaged, or, if some social injustice looms and beckons your off hours, or if you're just fascinated with rhythm and then force-feeding it meaning, then, this may be right up your alley! And here! Ill tell you another secret! That ill explain the relevance of to you later but, certain, very few, altered states, can be counted on, (quite?) reliably, to produce a certain quality and range of variables within the fabric of your story. One, extreme elation. Probably the best one, learn to use your other emotional states to drive your creative process and clash your ideas every now and then but, if you learn to differentiate between your personal moods, WHILE creating, and the personal  moods of the characters or environments in your work, this prompts detailing, and even a sort of "MACHO" thing for some people but, im not here to judge, ill move on from emotional states, to the seriously more ominous and least navigable, mental states. Hint, there's lots more mental states than there are emotional ones. (There are more variables in one than in the other?)  We just haven't, or wont, go exploring as a human race!! And so, acclimatize into our discomfort zones as outwardly as our characters will allow. ONE reason I know this is true and real is it sounds good one MORE, reason, IS, that ive experienced, actually differentiated, multiple mental states meaning, when I'm on the verge of a seizure, I can actually draw, or write, from states which seem to merge say, inquisitiveness with say, anger or fear or, maybe pride with joy, in some times more magnified ways and in one way, it makes the common sense that everyone already knows, but in another, those states ive mentioned seem to feel, a certain waY, THE THING IS THE "SEEMING", TO FEEL, is itself the connection for every one mind, to every common heart, out there searching or, knowing already, those others who understand him! And that is the very key toto creating a believably  character, that set of voices, vibes and variables, that gives any good story its vavoom! Or, whatever it requires to move it along its timeline, which brings us to plot, and this in combination with environment, will usually round out the toolbox for depth of character, with the exception of preferrences and natural attributes, the character can be clay to the external environment or, the vice versa. Intentions, emotions, thoughts and impulses however, make up say, internal environments, environs more conducive to protagonistic behavior, whereas antagonisms preclude behaviors driven by insinct and or intuition, as per the or depending on, the sex of the antagonist, male or female supposedly as, instinct and intuition are often seen as male and female traits, the protagonist, either individual or faction, oddly enough, more oftentimes displays the moral as counterpoint to the more often emotional responses of the antagonist. Unless of course, your plot is thicker and or, more twisted, than conventional, usual, academia would instruct. Or, if you use your imagination, you can follow yourself around as your creative process leads the characters, events and environs in and along the storyline. This This can This can be used to suspend disbelief, or, lay in a new scene setting or even to detail a single image and or the importance of, a single image as in say a verbal montage or, introduction or other narrative. 


Hey! What's up, folks?
It's a-me, M̶a̶r̶i̶o̶ ThinWhiteWalrus!

I recently got a message from one of the devs? I presume, in Wattpad. They asked me to use this platform. Admittedly I haven't been writing much, so I thought I might as well write something here.

In this book I'll write a bunch of one shots. One shots are basically a story written in a single chapter. This requires a lot of writing prompts, which I'm hoping you guys can send me!

Occasionally if I find interesting prompts on the Internet I'll fill the book with some stories myself.

Warning: I'm no professional author, so if you see some mistakes feel free to correct me! 

I'm still not too clear on how this app works. Is there a comment section? If so, comment writing prompts for me to write! It's all (obviously) free. I'm not gonna ask for money or anything, don't worry.

Right time for me to go write. Thanks for reading!

Some contact info:

Wattpad: ThinWhiteWalrus
Discord: QueenHolmes #7798
Instagram: @shannon.potato

This is a collection of One Shots!
Looking for writing prompts, so send them in!
I will write your prompt free of charge! 

Also will fill this book in with my own stories ;)

Madali lang naman ng gagawin ko, papahabain ko lang ang outline para sa kabanata isa pero wala akong ibang nakikita sa screen ng cellphone ko kundi:
PUTANG INAAAAA!!! WALA AKONG MAILAGAY DITOOOO!!! PAKING SHEEEETTTT!!
Simple lang talaga, ipapakilala ko ang Heroine kung ano siya, kung ano ang initial approach niya sa problema, ugali at iba pa. Kaunti lang naman at hindi parang autobiography na ilalatag na agad. Pero… TAENA TALAGA!! ANG TIGAS DI KO MA-STRETCH!!
Sumisigaw na naman sa isipan ko ang mga katagang: "Ano, susuko ka na? Sumuko ka na!"
Sa inis ko, in-exit ko na ang app, humila't pumikit. Hindi ko alam kung ilang minuto kong pinapakalma ang sarili ko bago ko muling dinampot ang cellphone ko at nagbukas na naman ng panibagong app.
Tinignan ko kung may nag-comment sa post ko kahapon, wala kundi isang like lang. Medyo bumangon na naman ang inis ko, the hell, gusto kong i-mention ang taon iyon at sabihing, "Anong gagawin ko sa like mo? Gagawin kong prompt?!"
Pero hindi ko iyon ginawa syempre, nasa katinuan pa ako. Tinatamad lang naman akong gumawa ng panibagong Tumblr account para maghagilap ng writing prompts kaya ako nag-post ng "Suggest a writing prompt please." Buti na lang may nakita akong Facebook page na nagbibigay ng exercises.
Habang naghahanap ako ng prompts na interisado, agad ng tumatakbo ang isipan ko sa mga short stories na gagawin ko. Hanggang sa nakakadama ako ng excitement, katulad noong unang beses akong nagsulat para sa publiko.
Bigla akong nakaramdam ng matinding relief, yung tipong naiiri mo na yung napakalaking tae na hindi mo mailabas-labas. Muli kong pinaalalahanan ang sarili ko na hindi ko na gagawin ang mga pagkakamali ko noon.
Hindi na ako magmamadali para matapos ang istorya basta maganda ang kakalabasan. Isa sa mga araw na ito, opisyal na akong magbabalik sa pagsusulat pero sa ngayon, writing prompts muna para hindi na ako kalawangin. Hehe, I'm so excited gumawa ng Me and My OC theme!
 
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Prompt: You actually write something instead of just reading the prompts.
Theme: Story of My Life

Writing prompts na kinopya ko sa Tumblr. Minsan may sense, madalas wala.

Naglalaman ng mga spoiler tungkol sa mga nobela ko. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

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NOTE:
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On watt pad... i will be uploading a different novel! Im not interested with the idea that i had with this one... so i will also upload it here! It will be: *drum roll please* "paper and quill"! I will find interesting story prompts from tumblr writing prompt blogs and writing-prompts from instagram! I probably won't post much... but it might be interesting! Im still a noob at writing so I don't think it will be great, but you might enjoy my ideas

Aisha.

"How did you get here? Actually, how did you know that I was here?", said a furious Aisha, steel in her hand.
Sergio slowly turned around and eyed Aisha. 

"Are you forgetting that this is one of my properties too? I can come here anytime that I want to. Those angry eyes are your pain untold, and I wish you would tell it, I do. I would be yours in any storm, but there's one thing baby... you have to keep me safe from them. You have to let me all the way in so that you always trust me and I only ever see your kind eyes, the ones that are my home. Because I want to stay with you, but you have to be good for me too. Put your gun away."
He seemed to think that his story could convince her.

There was something off here. But what if he's telling the truth? There hasn't really been any clarity with his movements lately but it's nothing that suggests that he is an enemy. Just marry the damn man and take everything.

"So why are you here without any contractors or anything?", she asked, with a raised brow.

"Do I need them to drive me here too? Like I'm not the mayor of this town? I mean, you know I don't like taking them with me everywhere because of the type of businesses we do. And this, is one of them.", he said looking around the mine.

She smiled at him.

"That's ironic because the mayor of this town does, indeed need to have bodyguards with him, everywhere. Don't you reckon? Let's go."

Sergio took the gun from her and put it in his jacket. Then, taking her hands, he said, " When the dawn comes, when the light touches the land, flora responds no matter what happened before. Yet we are more complex than the simple bloom, than the plant that stretches confidently into the rays of each fresh sun. Yet after all this time waiting for gold to spill over the mountain peaks, for a new day to come, to feel real warmth once more - I find myself stretching into the direction of your sunny rays. I guess this is trust. It's been so long that the feeling feels new. Maybe it is. I guess that's a pretty sad comment on the state of our world, on modern culture and where it takes the human brain. Perhaps it takes this long on your periphery for that trust to come, as a shy kitten from a deep hole, unsure of what the brightness ahead promises. But I have a purpose, and you do too, one that is compatible and unique. I guess it helps that I love you. I guess this trust is developing as a photograph does, needing the light to come when the picture is well formed. I can see it already. I want it already. Yet I leave the timing up to the wisdom of the positive universe. If we only get one shot at this, I want the best one, and though the waiting is killing me, I'll do it if that's what it takes to get you and me right."

She cackled and replied, "There are lots of folks who can talk the talk, but show me a man who walks the talk - then I have trust, then I have faith in him because the language of Love is not spoken but lived. I don't care what you say, I'll watch what you do. That doesn't mean I won't love you or be your friend, but then it is I that will gently lead you and not the other way around. Show me my err and the roles reverse. You don't have to be perfect and neither do I, we learn together, catch each other, hold more ideals than we can live up to - yet keep walking even though all say the dream is only a dream. Dreams can come true, just dream the right one in the language of Love and know what it means - strong hearts, brave souls, complete and healed minds. Let's get married and have children of our own. And when you retire, I want to take care of you."

Aisha didn't know that such things were living inside of her. She surprised herself. 


The things that come out of my mouth in the spur of the moment. Tense.


"I always thought that trust must come before love, yet it is not so, for love and trust can arrive at the same moment. When love is given in this way, immediate, no explanations, the trust arrives too. Perhaps that is why people advise caution or call it foolish, but to me it never is. Love is love, always a gift from the divine spirit. This love isn't physical, it isn't a "sin" to feel such strong affections; it isn't an excuse to leave a relationship that has become difficult. Lover, this is a journey; I want to discover who you are. If I try to make you into some ideal given by others, I will never know your heart and soul. That would be a loneliness for us both. So let us drink from the same cup of life yet remain our true selves - two souls joined yet forever unique. This love is a clue to a possible new branch in a life. This new person maybe someone you will one day protect, rescue or nurture. So even though trust is so foundational to all human relationships, it doesn't always first, it can come as part of a sudden package deal."

"In that case Sergio, help me kill Isis."



Sergio.

Is this woman being serious right now?

A million thoughts racing through his head right now. He had to look like he was on her side. 

This is beginning to be dangerous. This is the stop light. A reason to pause and think. For in these times I remain quiet and let my creative problem solving do its thing. What does she mean help her kill Isis?

Every virtue exists on a spectrum with vice at either end, bravery sits between cowardice and foolhardy. In danger we reassess, take time, make no moves at all, and this is the brave choice. This is the right choice. Ideas
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The paradox of our age is that when we feel the fear we need to educate us about the dangers of a polluted and frightened world, we are pushed down into our primitive brains - the part of us that evolved to deal with immediate danger requiring violent and impulsive solutions. When the fear leaves us, we are able to access our higher brain, the part of us with logic, empathy, self control and steady determination. By this time, however, that feeling of urgent need has passed, biologically we are back in "good times" mode and we fail to act with appropriate urgency. This is the paradox we need to fix. We need to be afraid without being frightened, able to use the higher brain while remembering a sense or feeling of urgency so we make the right choices.


Sergio leaned forward, his warm breath in Aisha's ear, then he hums the song they used to sing on karaoke nights, in Mexico. His lips, the ones that really didn't want to smile tonight, creeping into a fake grin. 
Sergio keeps on humming until Aisha takes him in a bear hug and kiss him. 
I'm sure she swears that I am an expert on keeping her heart beating, without me, I'm sure it would simply stop.


Sergio linked his fingers into Aisha's hand and she shot him a look that was all love, just the right hint of softness, a crease at the corners of his eyes. Both of them repressed grins as they walked into the mine.

Before the troubles it was a beautiful thing to be lovers, after all, how can two people who love be offensive? Not anymore. The bitterness has grown faster than the sidewalk weeds and the notion of "purity" is brandished worse than any weapon. It is the obsession of the powerful, what we commoners may and may not do. It's like they fear love itself, like it's love they want to put in a cage, convict it as an emotion too dangerous for the masses. So what now? 

If fun has to be the "right sort" it isn't fun. If music has to be "the right sort" it can't lift the soul. If "love" must be sanctioned by those in power, it will die and leave a hole in our hearts to be filled with hate and depression. It's no wonder young lovers are caught every week, shamed in the town square, and punished in medieval ways. Love is something we all need to keep us going, those that don't have any become the monsters of our nightmares, intoxicated on the power of the new order.








Alejandro Dominic is a powerful and promiscuous man with trust and intimacy issues, and a taste for innocence. He does not believe in any higher deity and sees himself as a god. He lays his eyes on the beautiful Christian girl, Isis, and oaths to make her his, for Alejandro always gets what he wants... 

Isis is a breath-taking Christian girl who questions the practices and morale of her faith and her family. She seeks for adventure and finds it in the form of Alejandro. 

Despite Isis’ moral qualms becoming the epicentre of the sacrifices that Alejandro needs to make in order to win Isis’ love, their cultures clash so beautifully. Yet, will she have him praying for his soul? 

What will unfold in this story of two different worlds ? Read on.

Yeah so I'm frustrated, annoyed and just…done. 
There will be no more prompts, I thought you guys would like them, something to read while I sort my shit out, I thought they would help me get back to writing, but after yesterday I think this is just having a negative effect.
I woke up this morning and read one comment, one damn comment! on the last post and that has affected me more than it should, enough to the point that I'm putting this up. I guess that just shows how stressed I really am. 
So for the next 24 hours I'm going to come back to this post regularly and answer any questions in the comments (Except spoilers), and after that I'm taking this post down as well as anything else that doesn't have to do with spider-man, you guys have come for that and don't want anything else. 
After all the prompts, explanations and other random chapters are deleted there will no longer be communication between me and the readers. I will not answer when the next chapter is out, where I'm at, what my head space is like, I just can't do it anymore. 
Whenever I get the next set of chapters done I'll post them and that'll be it. Maybe I'll talk to you guys then, give an author's note about writing the novel, I don't care right now. I won't be touching spider-man for a long time if ever again after this is finished. 
You can think of this novel as on hiatus, dropped, whatever you like, till the next chapters come out I won't be posting anything till then and I'll be honest and say my best guess for when the next chapters will come out is around Christmas, I just don't have it in me to get it out sooner. 
Zevren out.

Peter Parker, Spider-Man has lost it all. All he has left is his Duty. He will protect the city, till his dying breath.

Copyright disclaimer: I do not own Spider-man nor any character or works featured in this fan-fiction. All rights belong to its rightful owners, Marvel Comics, and Studios. No copyright infringement intended.


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(Longer Synopsis)

Peter Parker has lost it all, his home, his aunt, and his friends. All he has left is his duty to the city, his presence keeping crime at bay. 
A few months after the battle of New York, Peter gets by living on the streets. His only friend a red haired woman named Natasha. 
With people from his past turning up, new Super Heroes appearing everywhere and mutants on the rise, will his life continue to spiral out of control? Or will something turn him around and make him the man he always was?

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I’m writing this novel for fun so there is no release schedule. All chapters will fluctuate in length depending on many factors. I am writing an original for my main story and this is just a side project so there is no overarching plot going forwards just an imagination of the marvel landscape with different changes. 

This novel will follow the MCU timeline with changes such as the introduction of greater marvel characters and groups, fluctuation in ages, and comic alterations.

I hope you enjoy this re-imagining. 

The idea for this novel is directly inspired from me reading ‘When The Spider Falls’ over on fanfiction.net. Please go over and give that novel some love if you like where my novel is heading.

I don’t read comics too much so any ideas or extra information would be nice.

(Because people keep asking. Yes this is a Harem)

TMS is now well and truly ended.
Thank you Islinda for giving this story a chance for a contract. I hope it proves well for Webnovel.
To all TMS regular readers and supporters. I won't name you individually to respect your anonymity.  With my deepest respect, thank you for your time, interaction and support.  A story can be written.  It's only when it's read that it becomes a tale. 
And I won't forget those from Tapread and Wattpad who gave Hinata and Eiji's drama a chance when it was there.  I've been blessed.
Here is an omake about its own small journey to close the curtains. 
---WPC #46 - To My Sunflower's Journey---
A moment of nostalgia as I look back to the contest that helped me form the concept for this story. Otherwise, I would've never written it.
---[[Writing Prompts Contest #46:Fall in Love with a Soldier
"Believe it or not, the only way we kept in touch was through letters. We would write to each other about our days, about our lives. They were all innocent letters, but they were amazing because it gave me an insight into how simple a person he was."
What it feels like loving a soldier?
"When you fall in love with a soldier, you fall in love with your country; when you fall in love with a soldier, nothing is set in stone on your end. Plans can and will change at the drop of a hat and planning ahead is impossible.
Though all that is true, so is when you fall in love with a soldier, you've found the best there is.
When you fall in love with a soldier, you've found someone who not only loves you more than his own life but loves his country more than his own life as well.
When you fall in love with a soldier, a kiss is worth a million dollars, and no expensive gift can compare.
When you fall in love with a soldier, you've fallen in love with someone who appreciates having a bed, running water and warm food.
When you fall in love with a soldier, you've fallen in love with not who you've prayed for, but someone so much more.
Thank you, God, for letting me fall in love with my soldier."
(Emily Richeson)https://forum.webnovel.com/d/18335-writing-prompts-contests-45-46]]---
The winner of my prompt was a book that is now on hiatus. No other entries qualified. At the time I didn't realize that having votes was the rank qualifier. So my book was instantly disqualified.
Despite not making it past the car park, so to speak, I kept this story going. I had moved it to Wattpad and continued to post chapters there.
I entered it into a Wattpad community award, and had eventually won the award for Historical Fiction, but never received the prize for it. 😆
That's okay. Knowing that my writing was enough to be a winner in a judge's eyes was cool. It won over some quality stories as well. That was a prize enough for me.
After some time, I started posting the story to Tapread where it picked up read interest there. Then I got a ping from Islinda who liked the lone chapter I had left on the book page.  
This story has been a blast to write. I'm proud of what I've been able to achieve with it. I have no regrets of what I leave behind, as I have given my best shot.
♥♥
Arigatōgozaimashita.  
Until next time. Take care.♥


Hinata longed for his Eiji to return from war. Alone in the idyllic countryside whilst other areas of Japan were torn asunder.  One day, he receives a letter from his lover filled with the scent of sunflowers and his undying love for him, followed by official news of his presumed death at Iwo Jima. Heartbroken. Yet determined to honor his promise to Eiji; to live the life they were unable to live together.

Eiji fought honorably for Japan at Iwo Jima. He fell injured in a banzai charge to be classified as dead. He recovered with the aid of an American lieutenant, who escorted him back into the mainland for espionage work. His one chance and hope of return to Hinata's side.

A controversial risk of a war story set at the end of WW2, 1945 within Hiroshima and Nagano, Japan.  Two sides of the war are shown from the individual perspectives of same-sex lovers Hinata and Eiji. 

More than a boy's love. An emotional drama, revealing the hearts and souls of people surviving America's assault. Hope from the consequences suffered at war's end.

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