Here is the link to the writing prompt : https://featuredfiction.wordpress.com/
You have two options:
Option 1: Sentence Starter –
It wasn’t supposed to end like this.
This sentence (thanks, Rose), can appear anywhere in the story. The maximum word count is 1,000 words. The genre can be any of your choosing; either factual or fiction based. You may use art to interpret the sentence, or poetry if you wish.
Option 2: Fanfiction –
Write an alternative ending to one of your favourite films or television shows.
I’ll choose the first one :
“It wasn’t supposed to end like this. I. Getting everything I’ve ever wanted.
And you…being my inspiration.”
I knew that I wanted to change the story, but I really didn’t intend to create such a beautiful ending.
Rage. Hatred. Jealousy….and perfection. All I can remember is that I wanted to write the best description ever…and I couldn’t help but get inspired by the girl with straight hair tied up in a ponytail, cherry lips and clear crystal eyes. She was so heartbreaking beautiful that I swear she could have resembled an ancient queen. Well, that’s how I called her: “my queen”. What’s wrong with having an inspiration? Nothing. What’s wrong with having low self esteem? Everything. I made an amazing description, but I forgot something. I forgot that we are all humans and we don’t have only qualities. I forgot that perfection doesn’t exist and that our imperfections make us attractive. I got badly burned when my own words slapped me in the face because they were all lies…and I was afraid to face the truth. I was afraid to see that there is more to people than just physical appearance….and I was also afraid to admit that I was good enough. I was afraid that I will never rise up to the standard of a self-created perfection. A distorted image. When the illusion shattered I was left with the need to admit that there was more to me than just “a good image” …and that I had a soul. I stopped putting this girl up on a higher pedestal than the one I was sitting on….and I started to see her as an equal. I guess that ,after all this time, that’s how I managed to change the story. I converted fear into love. The ranks into equality. Lies into truth. Perfection into imperfection. In the end, I turned my worst enemy into my best friend….and if that’s not changing an ending, if that’s not a life lesson than I have no idea what it is.