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MothSilk
As I embrace my inner packrat, it transmogrifies the findings and spins them into prose.
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MothSilk

Dark

It wraps itself richly around everything, like pane’ velvet fog, slipping silkily into every crevice, swallowing stray shards of light. Not content with silence, it murmurs and squeaks and scratches; so soothing and yet... What is it hiding?

#Okamixseele

Challenge
An Original Piece of Art
Write a song or poem, but it has to be original. I look forward to reading your unique pieces. Have fun!
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MothSilk

Road Song

Lazy.. sleepin' late

Lazy.. Ain't it great

Just doin' nothin' and havin' fun

I do enjoy just sittin' in the sun

Noisy.. Laughin' on the corner

Noisy.. Singin' in the street

So what do I care if you look at me funny

When I sing you're gonna tap your feet

Movin'.. Never stay in one place

Movin.. Road's a-callin' me

When I settle down it'll be 6 by 6 by 3

There'll always be just one more place I gotta see

...repete first verse

Challenge
Personify Fire
I find myself giving insubstantial things (like the night and darkness) a life of their own as though they were living breathing entities, making them into thinking and planning beings with desires and intentions of their own. So for this challenge, let's bring FIRE to life. Write a brief description (prose or poetry) describing FIRE that makes the flame behave like it has a desire or a goal that it is actively trying to accomplish. An example might be to describe how a ground fire burning a path towards the forest craves to reach the dry straw and leaves, etc... The fire can be any fire - a forest fire, a candle flame, a lighter, a bonfire, etc. I imagine they all have different motives for burning :)
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The gas flame

I remember my first moment of life, in the big kitchen, with my precedecessor standing near the door, waiting to leave. I felt the burst of pride as my heat surged upward, forcing a pot to boil. In that instant, I knew my lineage, dating back to the caves, when my warmth and light were the only barrier against the cold and fear of darkness. I will serve faithfully as long a my jets are fed. I am proud; I am gas flame; I am FIRE!

Challenge
Tired of listening to the same Christmas songs on the radio? Try to write a new one!
For any songwriters out there, or anyone that wants to be songwriters. Try to write a brand new Christmas song. If you want to, write a parody of a classic Christmas song.
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MothSilk in Music and Rap

Down to Bethlehem

Chorus: Fellow traveler on the road

Are you going down to Bethlehem?

Hey there, traveler, are you going

Are you going on down

When you kneel before the baby

Please, I ask you, say

You left me with empty hands

And I can't come there today

Chorus:

I had a present for the baby

But it fell astray

Tell them as soon as I find another one

I'll be on my way

Chorus:

You say the baby loves my hands

Though empty they may be

He waits to fill them up with love

And peace and joy for me

Chorus:

Hey, friend traveler, you won't get far

Walking so very slow

But, since you seem to be waiting for me

Well, I guess I'm ready to go.

Chorus:

Challenge
Compose a sonnet of your true love. Winner gets spotlighted.
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MothSilk in Poetry & Free Verse

Winter Love

Love, thou art like to a winter day

Gleaming, shining, crisply bright

With frosty eye upon my plight

You hold the heart that I, trusting, lay

At your small feet. Do not crush it, pray!

Dainty fingers hold it tight

But gentle, till winter’s light

Blurs its harsh edge to a soft decay

And spring blooms in your eye

Waking dormant roots

That lay quiet in your breast.

Love, give me leave to try

To wake love’s tender shoots

That we may harvest summer’s best.

Challenge
To pay or not to pay? April 15th. Limerick format only. (A Prose Gold for One Month Scholarship Challenge)
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MothSilk

There once was a country in peril

Whose denizens had become feral

They thought they must hold

Onto all their gold

As their part of a megabecquerel

Challenge
Describe what being young feels like in only one sentence!
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MothSilk in Philosophy

Growing

I know that I'm old enough to handle myself and that all my dreams can come true;

I know more than anyone gives me credit for;

I make good decisions and am equal to any challenge;

I can take care of myself;

I need your approval;

Please don't hurt me!

Challenge
Write your own drinking song!
Pour me another while we sing this song!
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MothSilk

Drink

One! Two! Three! Four!

Come right in and shut the door.

Five! Six! Seven! Eight!

Fill a glass and grab a plate.

Look around to see who's here

Lift your glass and raise a cheer

Make a toast and drain your glass

Do it again till you're flat on your...

One! Two! Three! Four.............

Pick yourself up and do it some more.

Challenge
Write an inspiration quote
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MothSilk

Getting there

When you can't, won't or just don't want to, take a deep breath and do it anyway.

Challenge
Write me the most hilarious "phobia" you can find: don't forget to tag me @HashtagFiction [ If you can't write 15 words, just put some random stuff at the bottom of the post :) ]
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MothSilk in Comedy

Itch, itch, itch, itch, OH itch!

Pedibus scabie carentiphobia or fear of itching feet causes a sufferer to constantly shift from one foot to the other, testing whether they might be starting to itch. It is sometimes mistaken for St Vitus dance.

@HashtagFiction