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Challenge of the Week CVII
Happiness. The ever-elusive state in which we all strive to linger. Write about the pursuit or experience of happiness. Perhaps it's an illusion. Perhaps it's a character who finds happiness in an unlikely place. Perhaps it'll be the simplest thing you'll ever write, or perhaps the most difficult. Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose.

The Storm

There was always a storm.

When I was younger I ran and hid under the covers. Thunder cackled at my fear, shaking up my world. Everything was bigger than I was. All of the pain and sadness - there was nothing I could do but cower until it had lightened up just enough to be bearable.

The storms would shift and change. The wind of disagreements and rules used to rattle my bones. Then it took hurricanes; gut-wrenching turmoil with the loss of those I loved and of love itself. However strong a fight I put up, the storms seemed stronger. Running or hiding were all I could think to do.

Until I stopped.

I grew tired of trying to escape. I lay there, curled up as the wind howeled and the hail pelted my thickened skin. As awful as it was, I became at peace with the pain. The storms were never going to leave; never going to let me go. That was okay. I had to accept this as part of who I was, what life is.

I began to pick myself up.

The storm was there. I saw it watching me. It was beautiful; the magnificent clouds churning up into the sky, the dark blue underbelly occationally shattered with bolts of bright light, the sunlight coming through and illuminating the my fears and hardships.

I knew it would always remain. It was a constant threat, but I was no longer afraid. In that moment, I realized how my struggles, though trying, were what created my strength. My worth. Life was a war full of battles; some I won, some I lost. The losses did not define me, but shaped who I was. Seeing the beauty in this made me feel free in a way I had never felt before.

It was happiness.

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Challenge of the Month III: January
New beginnings, a fresh start. A new chapter in an old story, or a new story altogether. Write about the start of something new. Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose. $100 purse to our favorite entry. Outstanding entries will be shared with our publishing partners.

Colors

Purple.

Purple and blue.

Colors of doll dresses and fuzzy blankets; flowers and the night sky.

My favorite colors when I was younger. It used to be so different.

Purple.

Purple and blue.

Colors of angry faces and pills; bad nights and bruises.

My least favorite colors as I got older. I needed to be different.

Red.

Red and blue.

Colors of veins and blood; ambulance lights approaching.

My least favorite things when I took it too far.

Red.

Red and orange.

Colors of memories that haunt me; of my new only outfit.

My identity gone, my sanity fading.

Red.

Red and black.

Colors of memories and mistakes; knife as skin breaks.

My world was consumed by the colors so bright.

White.