What's the weirdest thing you've ever:

Heard

Done

Seen

Or said?

I'll pick the weirdest thing in the end.

:D Good luck all!

You guys know the rules!

Have fun!

​​​​​​​-A.E.T.

Welcome to part two of Writer's Collide!I am super excited to continue this (hopefully) on going contest series!

Here are the rules!

Rules:

Swearing is allowed - not too much, you don't want that language to take over your writing

If something is 18+, please make a warning in the beginning of your entry - 18+ is NOT required (I get it, not everyone is comfy with reading these)

Triggers! - If there are any possible triggers in your entry, make sure to address them in the beginning so that your readers know what to be ready for

Author notes - These aren't required, however, I love reading what the author thinks about they wrote and what it means to them

HAVE FUN!!!!

Nothing too too long (But it can be a tad bit long or short)

Your entry MUST fit the prompt

You: Wait, there's a prompt?

Me: Well, yes, there is!

The prompt for this contest is. . .

What do you do when you fall in love with your sister's husband? I've been there. I know how it goes. I hate it. It hurts. let me tell you how I survived this crazy moment in time. And who knows. . Maybe it ended in my favor.

My foot tapped to the beat as my hand moved my pencil wherever it needed to go. I softly hummed and closed my eyes, the breeze stinging my face. Maybe this isn’t toobad. Professor Collins isn’t really to blame but I still get pissed off about the fact he won’t chill out about me falling behind a little. I spun in my chair to see Dylan standing at the doorway; arms crossed while he leaned into the doorway.

“Hey, how was it today?” He asked, clearing his throat.

“Fine”

“Do you need help? You look a little stressed.”

“I’m fine, okay?” I stood and put my things away. My heavy bag is thumping into the closet. The bristles of the cold, purple, light hair brush pulled through my hair. Dylan said nothing else. Instead, he just stood there and looked at an old picture of Lyla and me when we were kids. I sprayed perfume on my neck and wrists.

“You were so young when we met. I remember you two were always together when I came over. He chuckled. My legs carried me over and I took the picture off of the wall and set it face down. We used to be like that. Now? She wishes I was dead I bet.I landed back into my chair and sighed. He came over and crouched in front of me. “What’s wrong?” He has never looked at me like this. Swiftly turning my head, I answered with ‘nothing.’ His fingers touched my face to make me look at him. “Tell me.” My mind was racing a mile a minute. I didn't know what was going on.

“You’re doing it now. Of all people. You. Stop treating me like a kid. I’m not one! You don’t have to be this nice, caring, brother-in-law to me. Lyla won’t care or notice. You don’t even have to talk to me. Stop babying me. Just. . .” a tear rolled down my cheek, and I looked at him. Regret. He is regretful. At this moment, I regret. He wiped away the tears and leaned close to me. His breath stung my lips as we both sat there waiting for something to happen. I hoped that someone would walk through the front door so I wouldn’t have to let him know how I feel. “Dylan. I. . .” Before I could do anything more, his lips were softly pressing against mine. A pulse in my entire body shook me. I shouldn’t be doing this.Weshouldn’t be doing this.I ever so slightly kissed him back

My foot tapped to the beat as my hand moved my pencil wherever it needed to go. I softly hummed and closed my eyes, the breeze stinging my face. Maybe this isn’t toobad. Professor Collins isn’t really to blame but I still get pissed off about the fact he won’t chill out about me falling behind a little. I spun in my chair to see Dylan standing at the doorway; arms crossed while he leaned into the doorway.

“Hey, how was it today?” He asked, clearing his throat.

“Fine”

“Do you need help? You look a little stressed.”

“I’m fine, okay?” I stood and put my things away. My heavy bag is thumping into the closet. The bristles of the cold, purple, light hair brush pulled through my hair. Dylan said nothing else. Instead, he just stood there and looked at an old picture of Lyla and me when we were kids. I sprayed perfume on my neck and wrists.

“You were so young when we met. I remember you two were always together when I came over. He chuckled. My legs carried me over and I took the picture off of the wall and set it face down. We used to be like that. Now? She wishes I was dead I bet.I landed back into my chair and sighed. He came over and crouched in front of me. “What’s wrong?” He has never looked at me like this. Swiftly turning my head, I answered with ‘nothing.’ His fingers touched my face to make me look at him. “Tell me.” My mind was racing a mile a minute. I didn't know what was going on.

“You’re doing it now. Of all people. You. Stop treating me like a kid. I’m not one! You don’t have to be this nice, caring, brother-in-law to me. Lyla won’t care or notice. You don’t even have to talk to me. Stop babying me. Just. . .” a tear rolled down my cheek, and I looked at him. Regret. He is regretful. At this moment, I regret. He wiped away the tears and leaned close to me. His breath stung my lips as we both sat there waiting for something to happen. I hoped that someone would walk through the front door so I wouldn’t have to let him know how I feel. “Dylan. I. . .” Before I could do anything more, his lips were softly pressing against mine. A pulse in my entire body shook me. I shouldn’t be doing this.Weshouldn’t be doing this.I ever so slightly kissed him back

Everyone! I hope that you all enjoy this prompt. Your goal is to add to this story. I wrote this and I wanted to see how other people would write it. It's supposed to be a forbidden love between a sister and her sister's husband. Enjoy! I can't wait to see what you've got!

You will put down the song lyrics of a song that you think resembles you.

Must include!:

Why it is your song

Why others should listen to it

When you discovered it

A link to the song

A shoutout to another writer to say something to them :D

Have fun!

Only one week for this contest!

​​​​​​​-A.E.T.

Dear writers.

here you can write whatever your heart, brain, and hands want. At the end (4 weeks), I will judge who wins and the different places. However, I will leave comments on all entries and I will actuallyread them. Whether you are an experienced writer or new, I believe everyone has potential.

Good luck to everyone and I can't wait to see what you come up with! You can write as many entries as you'd like :D

Rules:

Swearing is allowed - not too much, you don't want that language to take over your writing

If something is 18+, please make a warning in the beginning of your entry - 18+ is NOT required (I get it, not everyone is comfy with reading these)

Triggers! - If there are any possible triggers in your entry, make sure to address them in the beginning so that your readers know what to be ready for

Author notes - These aren't required, however, I love reading what the author thinks about they wrote and what it means to them

HAVE FUN!!!!

Nothing too too long (But it can be a tad bit long or short)

Make the cringiest thing you can think of

anything is allowed as long as it not inappropriate or has blood.

Do you have an odd nickname? If so, what is it? And why was it given to you?

I’ll write an example for a base plan, but feel free to take it wherever you want!

Tell me about you! You don't have to follow any specific rules. I will make my own with some example questions! Luv y'all! <3333 Have fun!!

Write a love letter, it’s simple. Just write a love letter or someone or confessing their love to someone, you can be the one confessing if you want!  Rules:

​​​​​​​- minimum cursing

​​​​​​- as many entries as you want

- try to make it long but not as long as a book (but idc if it’s a little short)

- no criticism/making fun of others​​​​​​​

​​​​​​​- no sexual themes

Took inspiration from Mira ^^

Ok so the first contest of this was first named 'favorite show gone different' but then the name was 'Showrama'

Write me a story of you in your favorite show (or movie) and name the title your show you chose. So if you chose Stanger Things (MY FAVORITE SHOW) the title would be Stranger Things.

Rules:

You can swear

Only 1 entry per person

Include yourself into it

Name the title of your favorite show (or movie)

ADD DETAILS

Don't be mean to other entries

Ask me questions if you have any in here!

Hi Everyone!

My name is Yasmine.

In this contest, I'll read your story and declare the winners. Your fiction works should be submitted before the deadline.

Rules:

- No stealing of anyone's work.

- Remember all works should be submitted before the deadline.

- Be creative and have fun too

Remember Everyone is a winner!

For this contest, I want you to write a dystopian love story. Whether it's fanfiction from a dystopian book/movie or an original dystopian world of your own is up to you.

Rules:

~No sexual themes.

~Minimal swearing.

~One entry per contestant.

~Now word limit.

~Use trigger warnings as needed.

~A kiss has to be included.

Can't wait to read what you come up with! :)

~Clovers

Write a love letter, it’s simple. Just write a love letter or someone or confessing their love to someone, you can be the one confessing if you want!  Rules:

​​​​​​​- minimum cursing

​​​​​​- as many entries as you want

- try to make it long but not as long as a book (but idc if it’s a little short)

- no criticism/making fun of others​​​​​​​

​​​​​​​- no sexual themes

Took inspiration from Mira ^^