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What do you like to be called by?

I don’t mind being called by my real name Damla, but personally I prefer my craft name Diane

How active are you in this Amino and on the internet in general? ( Provide Proof )

I spent more time in amino than other social media apps. I can say I’m active

Do you only write in specific Genres? Which ones?

I like writing horror, poetry and also realistic stories but to be honest, I don’t mind writing other genres as well.

Do you inspire to be an Author and an Artist? Or just one of them?

I want to be an author. I wish I had enough art skills and motivation to be an artist too. I know a few about animation and Adobe character creation aka Adobe Fuse CC.

Have you participated in other Clubs and Challenges? If so which ones?

I’m in Crafts Club and I also participated in Tour of My Brain Challenge, World Building Challenge and my club’s challenges

Are you willing to participate in all or selected Challenges and Lessons? ( you are not required to do every Challenge and Lesson FYI )

Of course I am! I enjoy being in this amino and I’d appreciate if I’m accepted in this club. I wanted to in the first time however I wasn’t accepted.

please provide your favorite creatives and examples, you can show as many as you wany^^

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I have nowhere else to go. What am I supposed to do while that familiar darkness is waiting for me to give up and those trees

eating up my soul? I’m alone in this grumpy forest. I wanted to be alone. I know this is my punishment. So, I ran.

I through a garden smells like dreams of the dead that never realized. Those flowers I planted when I was a child faded away long ago. I don’t know how to revive them. I don’t know if they want to be revived either.

I hear a child’s cry for help and her hysterical laugh. I run to her but it doesn’t matter how fast I am, she always find a way to win this painful hide and seek.

I get down my knees to show darkness that I lost. It grinds like the wind blowing my hair. I’m tired of trying and never winning. I’m in a never ending cycle. I hate it. I want to stop. The voice inside the trees screams, yelling me for not being enough. I try to run as far as I can, still, the voice is chasing me.

I must learn to live in this forest without defeating it or trying to embrace it. I saw all those trees growing up with me. I couldn’t get rid of them then, I can’t hew them down now.

I can hear her skinny arms creaking over my shoulder, whispering to my ear

“I forgive you if you try even more hard this time. Listen to me.”

And I listen.

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Look at me one more time

Before our fights stike again

Before you leave for the work

Before I’m alone

Waiting for you to come home

Lie me one last time

Before I get down my knees

Before the tears start to fall down

Before our memories fade away

One by one

Show me your “love”

Before my lips still want to touch yours

Before I feel your hand on me

Before I try to hide my feelings

To stay away from you

Say that you love me

Before my screams start to come out

Before you knit your eyebrows

Before you lay down your dirty hands on my face

On and on

Hide me under that tree we kissed

Before people try to protect me

From you

Before you hit my head

Before police comes

Before my heart stops beating

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Rose Petals

How young we were

the times we were jumping and screaming together to fight with the sore?

Now we are old, weak and ugly

I have still years to live but nothing to care for

The bouquet of roses was a symbol of our bond

Now they’re dying on the bedroom floor

Every rose petal has a something to say

But I can’t stand their voice when I’m all alone

I tried to look into your eyes

There were only the pain that is left by years

You were leaving me with the wind

Flying with those rose petals