"Terror is only justice: prompt, severe and inflexible; it is then an emanation of virtue; it is less a distinct principle than a natural consequence of the general principle of democracy, applied to the most pressing wants of the country."-- M. Robespierre.

I know, I know; it doesn't make a splutter of sense to me, either.

This is a topic for orphaned prompts. If you're seeking inspiration, trying to give the flick to writer's block, or just frickin' bored, browse your heart out! I will be posting prompts, mainly in the interest of spam, and with no promises that they will be original -- or conversely, presented in true and untweaked form.

- If you write a drabble, chapter, paragraph or something else using the prompt, I'd love to know! Post a link to it, in this topic.

- If you want to post a prompt, or a bunch of 'em, go ahead and do it, in full awareness that it will be adopted (if it's good). Prompts can take the form of a song, a quote, a few words, a picture, or something random you made up. As long as it's intended to inspire.

Let it begin!

"Viewable evidence of the warm and fuzzies."

First kisses, count 'em, like stars.

The law of balance.

Wired together, an emotional connection --

Moments spent in ecstasy.

A fool flatters himself; a wise man, flatters the fool.

Lecture not, lest you yourself be lectured.

"Honest? Nice, sincere? You're never going to go out with me, are you?"

Love from, your acrobatic stomach.

Being mentally ill isn't as interesting as you think. Trust me -- I'm a psychiatrist.

Keep an open mind, but make no move. Close your mind, and hurtle toward the light at the end of the tunnel.

Are you going to get there 'in time', or just abandon the relativity of time to your existence?

Be happy. It's one way of being wise.

A guilty conscience needs to confess. A work of art is a confession.

The diary whispers viciously.

What's fair in life, really? What's deserved? Who gets to say what's right and wrong?

Cameo as a lover, moonlight as a lonely soul.

Think about the sounds the house makes when it's empty. Do walls regurgitate?

"Sacred. Absolutely sacred."

I lied when I said that I lied about lying.

Licentious manipulation of the soul.

There's something I don't want to admit.

Variation on the above -- 'to myself'.

Saw my ex-boyfriend yesterday.

"I heard you moved away," I said "Where'd you go?"

"Just walking," he replied.

Thousands of them are beneath my feet.

The most intense emotion you have ever felt, is --

Filthy minds think alike.

Controversy always seems to demand more attention than truth.

Maybe's she's born with it. Maybe it's the product of long-term psychological conditioning.

"Ideas, like ghosts (according to the common notion of ghosts), must be spoken to a little before they will explain themselves; and Toots had long left off asking any questions of his own mind." -- Charles Dickens, Dombey and Son

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