Write-Until-You-Die

Dear Head of the Fairy Beauty School, My name is Arli, and I am a dragon. I am writing this application with great enthusiasm and a burning desire to become a part of your esteemed beauty school, despite being well aware that it primarily admits fairies. As a dragon, I understand that I am different from the typical candidates you receive, but I believe my unique perspective and passion for beauty can contribute to a more inclusive and diverse learning environment. Throughout history, dragons have often been portrayed as fierce and powerful creatures, feared by many. But beneath my scales and fiery breath, beats a heart that longs to explore the artistry and magic of beauty. I have spent countless hours observing fairies and other magical beings, admiring their elegance, creativity, and ability to enhance the world around them. I wish to learn from the best and hone my skills, not only for my personal growth but also to challenge the stereotypes associated with dragons. I am deeply

Like a symphony of pure bliss, happy, joyous laughter echoed through the small courtyard of a popular Los Angeles hotel. Its walls, adorned with lush ivy and twinkling fairy lights, created a magical backdrop. The guests had spilled into the expertly decorated gardens, their hearts still aglow from the earlier beach wedding. The bride, radiant with happiness, was enveloped in her beloved's strong, protective arms. Above them, the stars shimmered in the night sky, a celestial celebration of their new chapter in life. It was a moment they would recount to their children and grandchildren, a testament to the enduring power of love set against the grandeur of this enchanting venue. The wedding photographer, a young woman in her early twenties, entered the gardens. With her professional camera and a keen eye for candid photography, she was the key to capturing the joyous moments of the wedding. Her shoulder-length hair reflected a soft ebony color against the lanterns' lights

In sun-kissed hues, a radiant sight, Tan skin gleams with golden light. Warmth infused in every cell, A symphony of shades that compel. While pale is praised for its ethereal gleam, Tan skin, too, holds a radiant esteem. Its golden hues, a testament to light, A tapestry that dances in daylight. Bronzed canvas, a masterpiece rare, A testament to sun's affair. Like amber kissed by nature's fire, A palette of warmth, a sunlit desire. Where moonlight bathes in silver's pure embrace, The sun's warm touch adorns tan skin's embrace. No less enchanting, with a golden sheen, It paints a portrait, vibrant and serene. In the morning's first light, as dawn's fingers gently trace, Across the horizon, the sun reveals its grace. And so, too, does tan skin, bathed in golden hue, A masterpiece painted in shades of amber and true. Like honeyed caramel, smooth and sweet to taste, Tan skin exudes a richness, a flavor interlaced. A blend of earth and sunshine, a fusion of delight, A testament to the

I have been in a toxic relationship for the past three and a half years. The kind of toxic where another person destroys you completely and it happened more than once. The kind of toxic where you are breaking up with the person, bet they won’t let you. The kind of toxic relationship where you get to the point of looking in the mirror and not recognizing the person in it, and nobody does who new you before. And it’s not meant in a good way. It’s the kind of toxic where person brings you down all the time explaining it by your own behavior, making you think all the time that you are at the fault for everything. In this relationship I have heard a lot of promises, an empty sound, which doesn’t mean anything to me anymore, but I am afraid that I have come to the point where I should get some help. There is this feeling that I have some kind of Stockholm syndrome, because every time I am ready to leave, every time I pack my stuff, I back down at the same shit I have heard over and over. My