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KassandraDick
Highly susceptible to Pure Joy|| Author of the psychological thriller, Habit and the poetry collection, Songs From The Mountaintop
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"The Simulator will see you now."
Any style.
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SelfishNeurotic in Sci-Fi

Spark

I pass by the legion of rain slick windows on my way to my destination. The sounds of the crowd, the smell of rain and smog mixed with various decaying wares from the nearby market creates a miasma that I find oddly comforting. I look at all of the people that walk about their day. Living their lives, stuck in a fog of their own. I want to show them the truth but is it really my place to do so? Would I really force that on anyone?

The various holo-ads call out and seduce those looking for even a moments respite from reality, offering a myriad of distractions. I keep walking and let them congeal into an unintelligible stew of false promises. I don’t need their distractions. I have my own.

I’m only a block away when I notice the first of them. A misstep on their part, the simplest thing. He kept eye contact for just a split second too long as I passed him. “Reality” expands before me on instinct, and I feel the others as well. Fucking traitors. I keep walking but they feel me just as I feel them and before I know it, I’ve broken into a full-bore sprint.

No more use for subtlety, I let my mind reach out to the system and cross the street in a single step. One of them in a black raincoat and eerie WW2 gas mask steps out of a nearby alley right in front of me. I waste no time, I shoot forward like lightning and aim a fist right at his head. I move right through him. Fuck. They brought in the Wraith. I don’t stop or turn around. I just keep running.

I know I’m close when I feel that telltale feeling. Like an electrical field passing through me then pulling me towards it like a vortex as it passes through me once more. I knew they would use me to find it, but I didn’t think they would be this fast. I should have known better. But at least I’m close now.

As I turn a corner, I find myself flung through the window of a nearby coffee shop. I hear the screams of the people within, as my attacker charges through what was left of the window, tearing the wall down with it. Not for the first time I find myself wondering what the Sleepers see this time. An escaped rhino from the zoo perhaps. Maybe a runaway taxi. I don’t have much more time to devote to that line of thought before I’m picked up by the throat and held at arm’s length by something that maybe could have been human once. The voice is one of the first things to tell me otherwise.

“Give. Us. The spark, Cross.” It says with an eerie, broken cadence. Its voice sounds like electrically charged gravel. It looks like what an alien might think a human should look like, except in partial wireframe. Like those old 90’s hacker movies from over a century ago. I do the only thing that comes to mind. I smile, raise my middle finger to the sky, and give my answer.

“Get bent, Hawking.”

I step through the holes in the system again, escaping the monsters’ grasp like water through a sieve. Jumping from line to line as I make my way towards the siren’s call dancing across my mind. I flit in and out, trying not to lose myself to the currents of code which endlessly die and give way to new lines. Crossing through the immune system of the simulation. I laugh at the pun that is my moniker.

Finally, I see it. The exit. A single rift in the side of a half-constructed skyscraper, right between the 11th and 12th floors. If they were finished yet, that is. I sigh. Of course. I step out of my little digital transit and onto the rooftop of a towering pharmaceutical building across the street. Nowhere to go but up. I feel a death grip on my ankle and almost tumble right off the roof.

I look down at the semitranslucent hand phasing through the roof and curse. The Wraith found me. I try to jump away, dive below the ocean of code and surface closer to the construction site, but it pulls me back.

“Then hold on tight, you bastard!” I yell, before I send myself hurtling 100 stories below. He doesn’t seem to expect that and finds himself ripped the rest of the way through the roof and sent hurtling down with me. I laugh like a madman because what else is there to do in this situation. I’m more than willing to die awake rather than asleep like the rest of them. The feeling of plummeting through falling rain at terminal velocity is…freeing. Just as we approach the ground the Wraith finally lets go. With a split-second thought, I disappear into the dark, frigid depths of the system once more.

I jump from place to place, wherever gets me closer to my destination. Finally, I’m across from the rift with no ground left between me and it. Just unfinished terrain.

“Cross?!” I hear from behind me. I turn and come face to mask with the Wraith. He takes off the mask and lets long, stringy ginger locks cascade down his pale face. I gasp. I thought he was dead. Hoped he was, rather than the alternative.

“I’m not giving it up Connor! I’ve fought too hard to lose this war now and so have you.” I scream over the heightening storm.

“They’re not ready Cross, not by a longshot. You do this, tear them kicking and screaming from their dream and into the twisted state of reality, they may not survive it. Just give us the spark. They’ve watched over us, shepherded us for so long now. Why would you ruin that?!”

I try to contain the storm raging inside myself. This isn’t him anymore, not really. “You used to understand why. This is for you and all the others those bastards have taken.”

I turn and leap as far as I can towards the rift. A flash of lightning and an inhuman mechanical scream are all that fills my senses for a moment. Time slows as I start to realize that I won’t make it. I begin to drop before I can land inside. I reach out and try to grasp the edge of it like a ledge. In that moment I know that won’t work, but as I touch what would have been my only salvation, I let the spark flow through me and into the rift.

The system screams and contorts as it feels the unexpected shock. I continue falling. I smile though because I know the others can win now. And I get to die free after all. My smile deepens when I see the words I had waited my entire life to see, even if I didn’t always know it. I don’t even feel it when I hit the ground.

System File: “Spark of Revolution” Upload Complete

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Why?
Winner will be awarded the massive prize on Groundhog's day. Winner will be awarder the massive prize on Groundhog's day.
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Huckleberry_Hoo

David

It was a massive chunk of stone, and a tiny chisel.

He easily could have looked up at it and despaired. He probably should have!

“Why try… why bother?” Most would ask.

Was it that he saw something beautiful inside the stone?

Or was it that he saw something beautiful inside himself?

Or was it because he wanted you to see something beautiful in mankind?

He was a quiet man. We can only surmise in where his faith laid.

But there is no doubt that his first his blow was struck with faith.

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MuseIcarus

growth

Consider: roots. Think anchor, ground

trees whisper:: no, mouth.

.

What ever // would that mean?

Put roots down: drink, feast. Find what you will

devour

&

sink into it.

Taste gently//

send taproot

for the heart.

Challenge
31 Words of Horror!
In the spirit of Halloween and for every day in Oct, you have 31 Words to scare the shit out of me. Make each one Count. Must be 31, No More, No Less. Genre is Horror, Thriller, or Suspense, Any style. Tag me in the Comments and I will read and comment on each piece. No guarantees of likes and/or RP and I'll be picking the winner. Happy Writing Monsters!
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dctezcan in Horror & Thriller

Man plans...

When her husband and son left to try on tuxedos, she stayed home planning a wedding and daydreaming about grandchildren. A jack-knifed tractor trailer has her planning a double funeral instead.

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anarosewood in Poetry & Free Verse

Poetry booklet announcement ★✨★

Hey everyone ;)

I'm coming here with some good news!!

Me and a co-writer here @MClarice have published a poetry booklet on Amazon!

Our beautiful joined creation is called "Inhaling Stardust and Drinking Tea""

(yes, the title pretty much gives you an idea I am made out of the universe,

moonlight and countless galaxies - but I think a lot of you already know that)

Below is a link to our star-filled Kindle Booklet

(and the cover that an artist made for us for this project

is absolutely gorgeous if you don't mind me saying ;))

Amazon: https://a.co/d/hHGpCa9

We feel truly blessed to be in this moment of our lives and coming with this heart written bundle of poems to you.

We will be so happy if you check it out, purchase and leave a review under it.

Thank you to everyone that's been a part of this Prose family and enjoyed our work. You have been an inspiration to share our poems further into the world.

Anna and Miesha ;)

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CinnamonWhistle

birthwrite

pen to paper, try to write

pen to paper, try to writepen to paper, try to write. .

. pen to paper, try to write. e pen to paper, try to write. . pen to paper, try to write.

convince yourself

you've got the right

as if you are

the kind or type who

makes the words fall in line,

besides

all those mistakes mean

finding out the truth that's in your

mind & whether

you have got the time to

ponder what you've learned or

wonder if it's worth it

they'll be

back to tell you:

take what's yours, don't

wait, more

mistakes are

ways we grow

and so

make

more, don't

pour another cent into

what they say or do

until you know that

you're the type of you

that's worth some

saving.

edited 8/4/23

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Talent
Is it a superpower everyone is born with? Non-rhyming poetry only.
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goldstar in Poetry & Free Verse

i claim to not believe in talent

that it belittles artists

who work hard to be skilled

but i don't have another word

that explains why i'm like this

why i can so clearly see

everything in my mind

before i make it

why my brain is like a track

for words to cross through

from some part of the sky

to the ground

it's never been difficult for me

to think of the right words

unless i have to say them out loud

but i don't believe in talent

so i just say i'm not good

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Talent
Is it a superpower everyone is born with? Non-rhyming poetry only.
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modugg in Poetry & Free Verse

Silence

Silence is a superpower for those who are truly brave

Immediately defending ones-self or jumping to conclusions happens too often

Learning when to speak and when to listen has become a lost art

Everyone has their own story and own mind and are quick to jump in

Never really stopping the flow to consider that others have more to say

Calling the shots instead of following the lead of a friend

Engaging in conversation should not be such a competition

Sometimes we are so caught up in ourselves, we forget our supporters

Anybody worth keeping around requires some relationship maintenance

Veering off topic can prevent those closest to you from asking for help

Even if they don't need saving, they might need to feel heard

So silence, though difficult, is a superpower for friends in need

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Talent
Is it a superpower everyone is born with? Non-rhyming poetry only.
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amandabjaworski in Poetry & Free Verse

Our Time

Predisposed, is a log to fire.

That is—

if the right elements & fuel are there for it to catch a spark.

Howbeit, once the log gets sparked, a flame will burn bright.

Uncanny, how the same can be said about a person.

Predisposed, is a person to their own superpower & their talent.

Not knowing their capability—

that is, until something sparks it.

Once it is sparked, you too burn brighter.

Especially knowing, that there is always a possibility to be had from the start.

Challenge
Is the Vicarious Life worth fighting for?
...tag me if you like and I will read right away, though it might take a little while to respond...these are busy times for me with various vicarious lives...
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The Journey In Us All
Chapter 135 of 188
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WhiteWolfe32

living vicariously through myself

i've learned to be

intangible

my actions are not my own.

i am merely a parent,

projecting their successes onto an infant

as it takes its first steps

into the unknown

and then getting angry

when it

moves away from me

into something else entirely.

once, i would have attempted

to grab it as it fled

fingers closing around a tattered sheath

of youth

and pulling it away to reveal

the monster it hides beneath.

a monster that looks a little too much like me.

once, i would have fought,

but today i can no longer see myself in my eyes,

today i can no longer feign my surprise

when my body

gets up

and walks away

leaving me on the bedroom floor

for someone easier to adore,

and I unwind:

out of touch.

out of sight.

out of mind.

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