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I Cant Work Without Music But If Theres Music I Get Distracted But I Cant Work Without Music But If Theres
I canāt work without music but if thereās music I get distracted but I canāt work without music but if thereās music I get distracted but I canāt work withoutā
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I just think Michael and Mirabel would be besties

That is a very cute idea
Marcemallowās Writing Prompts 001 (aka stories i want to read but not write)
Starting on February 4th, a girl receives a note reading āYou looked so beautiful today <3.ā (or some other sappy love note) tied around a black rose on her doorstep.
With no name attached, she asks around at her school/work to see if anyone knows who wrote it, but no one admits.
She sets the rose in a vase and heads to bed.
The next day, another rose is left on her doorstep, another sweet message left for her.
The days go by, and every morning when she leaves for the day, she brings the black rose into her home and adds it toļæ¼ the vase, falling more and more in love with her secret admirer everyday.
Until February 13th, the day before the day of eating chocolate you bought for yourself and watching crappy rom-coms.
Instead of a letter probably stolen from a Conversation Heart, āWill you be my Valentine? Yes Noā is written on the note.
The girl circles Yes and leaves the rose out for the (hopefully not a) stranger to find.
Sometime late at night, the girl is wide awake, unable to sleep. Anxious to see who it is, she heads to her neighborsā, whoās more than a little pissed for being woken at 3:00 in the morning.
Still, she shows her the security cameras. She speeds it up until 4:50 am, when a ghostly figure enters the screen.
Her heart speeds up. Itās not who, itās a what.
The thingļæ¼ was wearing a black, withered gown, a hood hiding what looked like at empty face devoid of a face. The only features were two glowing red eyes that seemed to bore right into her soul from the screen.
Her neighbor, in pure terror, recognizes it.
She tells her the urban legend of the Secret Admirer (that took literally two seconds to come up with).
Itās a demonļæ¼ that gives young and beautiful ladies black roses and love notes everyday leading up to Valentineās Day Eve, when he asks them to be his Valentine. When they accept, the womenļæ¼ unknowingly agrees to give full possession of their body to this creature, allowing him to take a human formļæ¼ all the way until February 4th, where he seeks to find a new vessel.
She asks the girl if she said no, but with one looks she can tell.
She already said yes.
Anne: Why didnāt you kill me?
Sasha: I was going to. But then I thought ānahā
Alexander: *shows up at jeffersonās door ten years after they had an argument* anD ANOTHER THINGā
I would contribute but I think every idea Iāve have has already been done

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