To...

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To remember, to remind, to re think But still be kind

"She promised she would never hurt herself again, she broke the promise, but not for the first time"

Produce an emotionally moving one-sentence story.

Do you ever just

I'm going to write I'm going to write, later I'm going to write, but not right now I'm going to write, after this thing I'm going to write I'm going to write I'm going to I promise

She was a Shadow

She was a shadow. That's what she had always been, and believed she would always be. Just a simple shadow. She wasn't anyone's shadow but her own, and that somehow made it worse. She’d go about her days, her weeks, her months, and years- but how many saw her? How many truly saw her? To most, she was naught but a ghost. A hint of what could have been. She was a shadow. A ghost. A lost soul.

She was a shadow. But she still had a life. She still had friends, or so she thought. She would talk and laugh, but was so easily forgotten by those who saw her. To her, time would simply stand still. How long had they been gone? Been rude? Been ignoring her? She couldn't say. But she was almost always happy to pick up right where they had left off. From a few hours, to years, she’d welcome anyone with open arms. She was a shadow, but her heart was everything to her. Always welcoming, always happy.

She was a shadow, with a big heart. She attracted the wrong crowd, but always did her best to help. She tore herself apart, shredded her heart. She was left empty and bleeding so often, she couldn't try anymore. If someone needed help, she couldn't. It hurt. It hurt too much. She was the leftover remains of a shadow. The hint of a ghost. The glimpse of the last of someone. She still had her heart.

She was a shadow, a ghost, a soul. She was a helper, a lover, a rock to hold to when the tide gets too rough. But the shadow was broken by light, the ghost banished, the soul left behind. The help went unthanked, the love was used, and the rock broke.

And she was nothing

She was nothing. Had not mind, nor body, nor heart left to her. She was just It. There was nothing to it, and it was to nothing.

It loved and lost, and laughed and cried, and wished and hoped and prayed

It was foolish, and kind, and smart

It was loving and caring

But it was not missed.

'A cat. It summoned a cat. I knew I took a gamble buying a summoning spell with no title, but a cat?' those were his thoughts, then the cat spoke

"What is it you've summoned me for?"

The wizards mouth hangs open in shock. He's summoned his fair share of demons, but a cat demon? He's honestly never heard of one.

Image Prompt

It's funny

It's funny how something small can do so much, and something big can do so little. Its funny how something that doesn't effect you, shatters someone else's world and someone can entirely ignore something that shatters your heart. What is nothing to you can be everything to someone else, and what is too much for you couldn't be enough for others. Funny how words spill and thoughts sink and hearts break and memories die and promises fade and life goes on as if it never had. Funny how everyone matters, no matter who we are. Funny how no one knows that. Its funny, isn't it? Or is it just sad?