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Write a short story about gorillas. Be creative.
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I Replied

His words fell clumsily through his fingers. He, as though meaning to know their whereabouts, looked up. The words must be found, for it is the occasion. Here, like so many other nights it seemed, was the time to put them to good use:

“I’m ready” he laughed.

“For what?” she said mundanely, as though not already aware.

“I don’t know... I...”

“You don’t?”

She did, or at least somewhat did at this point. He however, did not. And he who thinks to know does not.

“...a..and he who thin...”

“Stop.” She said sharply, glaring holes through the wall that lay in front of them.

“What?” He exclaimed.

“You hear it too don’t you? Please tell me you do.” She shifted her gaze toward him. “You were just repeating it.”

“Hear wha...”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about!”

He recoiled further back than he realized. Staring back at her, he noticed that she looked more alone then she did before. He reestablished his space beside her. She seemed restless now, frantic even, and still alone. Her troubles, he could not know, for it was far out of his grasp to perceive. He stared puzzled at her. She met his stare for brief, but meaningless moments as she twitched back and fourth in between thoughts, until finally greeting it.

“Hello!” She shouted.

She received no reply. Yet, for some odd reason it roused a curious feeling in him that he should do the same.

“Hello!” He shouted back at her.

He too, received no reply. Now more alone than ever, her disposition deepened as she realized for certain that the eyes that looked back at her own did not share the same plight. If now was not the ti...

“You want an excuse to use the word anodyne! And the last thing that will be said is ‘I replied’ isn’t it? I hear that too. I hear it all just as much as you do!”

She was looking directly at the wall now. He was confused, as well he should be, for he did not hear the mindless cacophony she did. Yet, his respect for her did not fade. Staring back at her, anodyne and warm.

“You look nice.” he said meekly.

Her eyes did not move from their fixed position on the wall.

“Please?” She murmured through fresh tears.

She was well aware that her situation was worthy of pity. He, being aware of it now, and for all the wrong reasons, attempted to comfort her. With one cruel look at him his advances cease.

“I am looking at you, not him! You’ve drawn this out too long, don’t you think? If the point isn’t clear by now what is it! You’re struggling between using past and present tense, just get this over with! Make it stop!”

He looked at her more perplexed than ever. Without averting her gaze she looked back at him. There was a piercing fear in her eyes like he had never seen before, or ever will. He felt a sharp ridged pain in his neck. In his view, she fell out of focus as he raised his blood soaked hands to the foreground. Dumbfounded in his final moments, he thought of nothing except the faint and uncomfortable feeling of blood on his numb fingers and the strange and unfamiliar feeling of his throat where she lodged the knife into his flesh. He was bereaved for one final instance before he collapsed at the withdrawal of the blade.

“There’s nothing between us now” she cried.

She knew full well she did nothing wrong, yet felt it all anyways. She felt it like the fresh wet blood on her hands, or the person, now corpse, that lie beside her. She felt it like the barrier that she thought she had lifted.

“Why!” She cried “was this really necessary? You’ve made me more and more omniscient in your dull witted, pretentious story, for what? Would it even make sense at all if I didn’t use the phrase ‘fourth wall’? You didn’t make your point, you don’t possess the words to make your point. Or maybe you don’t possess the thought to even have a point! Speak! To me, not through me. To me!”

She collapsed in anguish, the black viscous blood of he who previously stood beside her, now deflated by her, absorbed her tears as both fluids coagulated on the floor between them. “I should kill myself right now” she thought. She did not want to, not yet. She thought for a moment, then rose unsteadily to her feet.

“You‘re a genius. You are excellent. You are everything perfect. I mean that. Really I do, I mean... I love you.”

She uttered the words with equal parts hate and disgust, though there was no way to discern for certain. By the way she said it, those remarks could have easily been mistaken for equal parts cream and sugar. Cream and sugar it was not, and upon remarking her seemingly profound statement she regaled,

“You can frame me as you like, but you can’t use me to cover up your mistakes anymore. I’ll lavish you with praise for pages if it pleases you, though I know that it doesn’t. You shift uncomfortably in your seat at the mere thought of wasting more words praising yourself. It isn’t even for humility’s sake either. It couldn’t be. One can’t humble themself, by themself. You don’t want them reading this to think you’ve wasted their time celebrating yourself, but that’s all this ever was.”

The silence between the two was palpable, or at least the words to express it were. She looked at the corpse, growing colder and more lifeless than before. She too, felt cold and lifeless. She felt the indignity that she will have earned pity in the mind of another while forever existing in a mind that warrants no such thing. “I could kill myself right now” she thought. She did not want to. She felt a void in her stomach, holes in her heart, and black in her lungs. She was a reflection of her maker in this moment, a mirror of her conjurer. Hate is what she felt first, then disgust, then sorrow, then nothing.

“Did I kill him? Or was it you? I don’t think I know.” She didn’t.

“Does it matter?” It didn’t.

“Was there a purpose in all this?”

Perhaps at some point in time there was. But now, it was uncertain.

“Hello.” She said.

“Hello.” I replied.

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Cover image for post Their Love, by HiDylan
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HiDylan in Poetry & Free Verse
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Their Love

Beauty is priceless

Beauty is free

Beauty is lifeless

Beauty is cheap

And

Beauty despite this

Is

Beauty to me

Their

Beauty denied it

Love

Beauty and being

Really

Beauty has tried it

Enough

Beauty is lifeless

Beauty is cheap

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Challenge
Where does your mind go when you’re it’s quiet and you’re by yourself?
Cover image for post Foretold, Forgot, by HiDylan
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HiDylan
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Foretold, Forgot

Disfuctional disillusion

Functions to its fruition

It’s intimidated intuition

Insinuated it’s institution

Imitated it’s illusion

Instantaneous incongruence

In fact into fiction

In tact, a prediction

Tasked to tie loosened

Loose ends

A lewd sense

Is prudent

Is proven

Is proud

Is shocked

It’s brow’s

Been brought

Down

It drops

Endowed

In thought

Allowed

To stop

But now its

Not

Aloud

A lot

A love

Is lost

Foretold

Forgot

I just didn’t go for it

Though I wish that I had

Regret lets you grow from it

Regret hurts you bad

Betrayed by belief

A fantasy, a fad

Preyed on the weak

Abandoned me and laughed

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Tears.
Let's face it, we're an emotional lot, we creative types. Write about crying. It could be about the cause of your tears, the emotion behind them, or simply the physical reaction. Poetry and prose both welcome. Whichever way it takes you.
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Victory

This is what victory

Looks like

Abandoned buildings

And rubble

This is what history

Looks like

The hand that kills things

Brands trouble

This is what misery

Looks like

A plan on seeing

Those lovable

Loved ones

Though subtle

To no one

To know one

Become undone

And gunned down

A war’s won

A corpse

Unwound

They hope for peace

Or at least

A cease fire

The deceased tire

Are tepid

Are cold

The young

The old

Brave, cowardly, and bold

Behold it’s horror

Bewildered and tortured

Builders and forgers

Filtered by borders

Deal death by mortars

Now your neighbor’s dead

Your kids are dead

The crater led

Your pain to dread

These are what tears

Look like

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Challenge
Boxes.
Cover image for post To Tread the Line, by HiDylan
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To Tread the Line

Build a wall

Now add three more

Find yourself between a ceiling

And a floor

With no windows

And no doors

Did you decorate it well?

Did it feel like hell?

All of you

Sits in solitude

Find yourself

Inside a box

You tread the line

But you’d never cross

To young to find

All the life you lost

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Challenge
Write story or poem starting with these words. "Sometimes I think I've lived too long."
Tag me @Famewriter so I can read
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Permafrost

Sometimes I think

I lived too long

Some time to think

Sometimes I’m wrong

Sublime

Some bombs

Some mines

Among

The lines

Are drawn

With trepidation

I cross

In a breath’s duration

I am lost

I regret creation

And it’s cost

Separation

Permafrost

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Challenge
A day in the life of your alter-ego. Winner gets spotlighted.
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HiDylan in Fiction
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Conversation

Alive

And I

Surprise

With ease

Arise

I lie

Her eyes

Deceived

Stop

It’s me

A mask

Is free

Yes

Stop and see

And possibly

A masterpiece

Will pass for he

Disaster!

Please

You’re at your knees

I’m on my feet

You’re atrophy

I’m beyond discreet

It’s disgraceful!

Who me?

You’re hateful!

I see

Playful

Is that what you mean?

Not in the least

Well take it from me

The hate that you see

Is yourself

Be selfless

You’re selfish

You’re helpless

You’re hapless

For once

Let me have this

You panic

I prosper

I can’t stand it!

I conquer

I’m on her

You monster!

I’m not

You pondered

You thought

You squandered

I sought

I’m sickened

The plot

Thickens

Perturbed

You say?

Disturbed.

No way

I wonder why

An interplay

Is intertwined

So much dismay

Is undermined

Benign

Believe me

You’re fine

She needs me

Unwind

And heed me

You’re mine

Now leave me

#poetry #alterego

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Challenge
The Origin of Creativity (A Prose Gold for One Month Scholarship Challenge) Any format.
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Spark

It starts with a spark

From the heart

To the head

Departs

And it spreads

To pen

To paper

And then

It stays there

Offends

It’s maker

It’s wrong

Once more

He hunts for

The feeling

The fable

The feeling’s

Unstable

Notes scattered

Across the table

It’s wrong

Begins and ends

And starts again

He grins, his pen

Is far from him

Amused

A muse

Makes amends

He finds his pen

It’s perfect

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Cover image for post The Ravine, by HiDylan
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HiDylan in Poetry & Free Verse
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The Ravine

I hope you don’t collapse

Because the water flows fast

Through the gorge

Through the gap

You can soar

Through the cracks

Gored with a splash

A contorted mass

Because the water flows fast

And it can roar

In the black

And as it tore

Through the vast

A phantom at last

Abandons his past

But before he’ll pass

Screams from the underbelly

Seems come undone, undaring

Scenes left his wonders wary

Dreams from asunder, staring

Up

And to the light

Stuck

In a moving tide

Struck

The feelings fine

Cut

With another line

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HiDylan in Poetry & Free Verse
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Hope

Horde the hope

In a horoscope

Stars don’t glimmer

They gloat

A reservoir shimmers

So you’re soaked

No

Dry in a boat

Deny that you float

Lies begin to bloat

Hide within your coat

No

A straight jacket

Your brain

The pain has it

The stain

Sustained habits

You’ve had this

The madness

Sick

Sordid

Sadness

Wits waver

The hapless

The hopeful

A tad bit

Unsocial

Yes

No soul

No sail

No boat

To bail

The water was real

You founded for hope

Never a reservoir

You drowned in your moat

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