This was fun. My reply to the prompt:
Once upon a time there an underpaid, unvalued man fired from his job of eight years. Finally free, he sought after his inspiration. He Googled and found a writing community. He created an account and started writing. Not long after, people he didn't even know were suddenly there with encouragement, praising his writing.
Everyday, his inspiration grew. He felt he found a home. He wondered if God had directed him to this website to find himself and realize his true ideal of traditional publication. He penned verses of glowing words for adoring reviewers, who kept heaping praises. He blossomed, envisioned his words of love for these kind people.
One day, someone gifted him an upgraded account. He was hooked, trying to write for contests, support auctions, played games and chatted in scroll where he met many new writers. A mentor helped him become a Rising Star. He was on his way. But now other writers needed help, needed him to read and give feedback to what they wrote. He did his best to be honest and helpful. He reviewed with earnest -- joined a reviewing group. They had contests to further spur him on.
Because of that, he became one of the site's top credited reviewers. The more he reviewed, the better his ability to process words, making him a better writer. He began to realize he could earn gift points to pay for his membership. He started to get lazy, sat in scroll and picked off those games for gift points like there was no tomorrow. Someone got mad at him. One of the first people to praise him. He didn't know about etiquette in this writing community. It made him sad when his items were seldom reviewed and the praises diminished.
Until finally, he was estranged from many cheery, supportive people. Rising Stars and the Circle of Sisters still supported and urged him on through a dark period. He wrote about rejection, the longing for acceptance, about being misunderstood, about being among people who referred to themselves as angels, but did not administer forgiveness. He changed his name.
After years of life experiences and reflection, and love of family, the dark cloud lifted. God filled him with joy, a container from which he could share love. He chose a higher love, without expectation. Negativity did not unnerve him. It strengthened his belief in sharing a message of love. He would show them in poem's like "Efflorescence Song." He was a simple man who loved to commune in and write about nature. He would be a beacon to new writers, as long as the writing community would have him. His writing still reaches for higher plateaus, seeking eternal peace within.
I'd spend more time making this better, but it's a bit long as is. Thanks for this opportunity to share.
Brian
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