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Moonsinger128
I started writing to get my voice heard and now I won't shut up
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A Century!
A drabble is a short work of fiction of precisely one hundred words in length. It is a tricky piece of work but a fun challenge! Write a drabble that revolves around eyes or even better eye colour! A musky brown that reminds you of a beach or the cold, grey eyes which are emotionless? Anything is welcomed here! Just remember that it should be of 100 words; 90 at the minimum. Maximum is a 100.
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a century in a second

blue.

the sort of blue that promises silence.

your stare scared me at first. there was something so honest about it. i wasn't used to that sort of honesty. it had been a long winter.

my own eyes had experienced a lot of tears. warm and salty, falling onto a cold floor. i was tired, so tired.

but you managed to save me.

it couldn't have been anyone, it had to be you. the right place, the right time. it could have never happened.

i know that this won't last forever.

but maybe it will last for a little while.

Challenge
W A R N I N G
Write a warning
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Moonsinger128

take care

don't.

there's a strange expression on your face. a shadow. a collection of thoughts, turned into paint.

don't.

i know what you're considering. something that was sleeping for a long time is now awake.

don't.

one decision, that's all it seems to be. it might not matter.

don't.

you've been waiting for too long. the silence is killing you. the missed calls, the empty house.

don't.

it'll be okay. take a deep breath. it'll all be over soon.

don't

become like me.

Challenge
Discuss the motivation and psychological character of meteors, meteorites, asteroids, comets, or any other celestial body you can think of.
what do they think about?what choices did they make? why? how do they take influance from others? do they face moral dilemma? write anything you want , just make it in a human language please.
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falling star

i have been dead

for a very long time.

it's so cold, too cold.

the air is quiet, my thoughts are loud.

ashes and flame, all at once.

i want to live again

to forget the permanence of death-

i wanted freedom

but not like this.

Challenge
Challenge of the Month XXX: April
Phenomenal Cosmic Power. You wake up, omnipotent. What happens next? Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose. $100 purse to the winner.
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too little, too much

a terrible flower has come into bloom.

five senses was never enough- images, sounds, colors, things even beyond that. television static, explosions of light. fingers pressing against my back, streams and rivers of sensation.

i try to sift through the words, but there are too many of them. they melt together, a horrible stream of black and white ink, misshapen letters.

i'm on an island in the middle of the sea. water, water, everywhere. i could drink it all and still remain thirsty. it's trying to drown me, to steal away the few breaths that can still emerge past my lips.

sometimes i can picture a single image, a single experience. something that belonged to someone else, now mine.

a whisper, a scream. shadows on the wall. windows filled with broken glass.

a field scattered with flowers, pale petals beginning to waste away. wooden structures, built up just to fall down again.

alone in the darkness. fiery stars and dying planets. endless time, stretched out eternally. unbreakable.

now i'm alone too.

the pressure is building. more thoughts, more feelings. nothing. everything.

it was beautiful while it lasted.

and then

inevitable collapse.

Challenge
Take A Concise Sentence And Make It Wordy.
It can be any sentence. Make the concise version of the sentence your title and the wordy version the body of your post.
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Moonsinger128 in Words

maybe just maybe

I'm not sure, I may be telling myself a sweet, beautiful lie- it's happened before, but not like this; it's scaring me, but I want to give in- I want to do this all for you, I know you're worth it and this may never happen again; I have to confess, tell the truth, let you know about what's either a marvel or a monster growing inside of me- perhaps, just maybe, there's the littlest chance that you're drowning in the same thing that I am.

(I love you.)

Challenge
Incomplete
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the gaps in between.

a

single

missing

piece.

a field covered in snow

with a solitary red dot

spreading

bleeding crimson ink

a pinhole

becomes

a canyon

tears lead to deserts

silence causes a hurricane

chaos.

where has the past gone

lantern light extinguished

stumbling in the dark

falling through the floor

searching for sanity

as it all unwinds

a

n d

r e

b a s

k

a

p

a

r

t.

Challenge
What’s something you’re holding onto but you know you should let go of?
Write about something you're still holding onto. It can be a memory, person, thing, etc.
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Moonsinger128 in Journal

fallout

i can see the outline of your face

in the frosted reflection

of a cracked mirror~

echoes

e x p a n d i n g

poisonous words

uttered,

trapped

in the depths of

my mind

broken

from the start

attempting to fix

what is already gone.

weaving your way

through

thoughts

and memories,

recalled.

when

will

you

let

me

go?

Challenge
Write about leaves.
Write about leaves. The colors, the fun of jumping in them, the sadness of how they are falling. The hope of renewal. Anything you associate with the season or falling leaves. Use any format.
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Moonsinger128

songs of sorrow.

fleeting~

passing time

in between

warm sunbeams

and

bitter winds

scattered

picked up and carried away

to somewhere else

somewhere better

curling

and

twisting

and fading

to nothing

covering

the dying grass

soft shades

orange

yellow

red

a blanket

of silence

a whisper

of the winter to come.

Challenge
There's a monster under the bed!
Write a horror story from the perspective of a child who believes there may be a monster lurking under their bed or in their closet.
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Moonsinger128 in Horror & Thriller

behind you

sounds.

screeches and groans and the echoing sound of skittering claws.

my stomach twists. the night is dark, so dark. my parent's room is just down the hall, yet it seems miles away. and i doesn't dare to leave the bed- the monster might get me.

i can't pinpoint exactly where the noises are coming from, they're too chaotic, too overwhelming. but my guess is that the monster is under my bed. right where it can get to me.

a roar, and the frame of my bed rattles, nearly tossing me off. i grip the sheets until my hands turn white. i look from side to side, watching the wall, my eyes tracing the floor.

all of my stuffed animals are on my bookshelf, they can't protect me from there. all i can do is wait and hope that the scary noises will go away, that the monster won't kill me.

i want to have tomorrow.

minutes tick by, the red of my clock burning into my eyes.

the sounds go quiet.

legs trembling, i crawl out of bed. the silence, it hangs like a heavy fog. i stand by my bed, not moving.

the tension inside of me snaps, and i get down and look under my bed. there's nothing there, only a gap that shows the bottom of my bookshelf on the other side.

peace fills me. things will be okay.

and then there's one last sound.

the creak of the closet door opening.

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Moonsinger128

thoughts.

bubbling thoughts

rising steam

about to boil over

almost to the edge

but not quite~

a peaceful front

chaos in the background

possibilities are just

possible problems

unspooling a ticker tape of memories

that will soon be erased

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