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"How many more times will you watch the moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless." -Paul Bowles
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Famous last words
I find something fascinating about last words of famous people or well known to writers. (e.g. last words of president Grover Cleveland: "I have tried so hard to do right.") One of my favorites is: Francois Rabelais he was a poet, and has a biography written of him. I would like six last words of famous people.... Writers, playwrights, poets, anything that tickles your fancy, but the sixth one will be your famous last words, because you have already left your writing mark on this world, this makes you famous too. Choose wisely, they are your last impressing words. Hendrick Ibsen was a playwright who was not well for some time and his nurse came in one day and said "you seem to be feeling better this morning, and Ibsen looked at her and said, "on the contrary', and then he died, a bit morbid, but it has substance. Good luck to whoever participates. Don't forget to tag me, I'm a curious cat
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NPGutti in Poetry & Free Verse
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Best for Last

“I left in love, in laughter and in truth and wherever truth, love and laughter abide, I’m there in spirit.”

-Bill Hicks

“Please leave the window open.”

-Jim Varney

“I do my best. I look. I listen, but in the end, I know it’s my story. Not Kamau’s, not Kenya’s, or Kenyans. Those stories are yet to be heard.”

-Anthony Bourdain (last show)

“I'm so tired. All I want to do is go home and be with my family."

-John Candy

”I joyfully await the exit and I hope never to return.”

-Frida Kahlo

“I myself don’t believe in my death.”

-Salvador Dali (last interview)

“It’s been a slice of pie in the sky.”

-N.P Guttí (Me)

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Love and Death, Part 1
Most poems are either about love, or about death. For this challenge write a poem or short story about one of the following, A) Love, but it is very sad. It cannot be about heartbreak. B) Death, but it is very happy. It cannot mention heaven in any way. It can mention Hell though.
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A to B

LOVE

The answer we found on a night not to exchanged numbers,

better to have known, then to live with it.

A smirk hides that smile.

DEATH

Our way to say;

This was, is, and will be,

while watching her danced to flamenco.

"Oley!"

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Fears
Write about a person who has a fear that you do not have. Fill me with terror! Fiction or Non-fiction. Poetry or Prose. Have fun. Tag me
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Sophia’s Grace

Dating a cherophobic;

Left a copy of, 'The Mark On The Wall.'

There's no goodbyes.

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NPGutti
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"My Grandfather was the fighter,

so that my Father would be a farmer,

and, I could be an artist."

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Battle it out ii
Which came first, the chicken or the egg? Answer in the form of a haiku
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Hold the fold

Got hungry cracking it,

went for the fried chicken breast,

topped with a fried egg

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NPGutti
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THE STINT

It was to paint a jacket.

So that the verse could see what we all have become;

paranoids, suspects, pats.

The life in counterintelligence is a road that you may not want to part with.

Nothing was left, the people whom you thought could read between the operation, couldn’t.

They were caught up in it's vigilance. Sought to be heroes in a villainous charade.

A poetic justice.

A place where the meaning stagnates.

I fell for a woman who’s main objective was to see, but what she found was nothing more then a piece of art.

A cat who’s curiosity spun her world upside down. So she made collages

The hints;

to disconnect from the web of lives that are and will always be there. We have all sunk into some chasm of narcissism. Thinking the same, feeling ‘what if’s.’ Deteriorating into a fogged mute.

Truth; I may be poison to her hearts purity. Couldn't believe that warmth existed within that premises but it did. Maybe she felt it too. But, when goodness flows there’s rocks trying to dam currents. Her friends were coyotes on that trail.

I didn’t blame; when you try to earn a check for being a double entendre, momentous love is pushed aside. They, tell you it’s not enough, that the job is not to pursue happiness but rather staying awake, through the tunnel.

In the end I resigned. Traded in the hand for no decks. They used her to believe the jacket was indeed a profile to paint on. It didn’t matter, I was free. Free from all rubbishy mindsets we have accepted to be the wall marks of our first world terrain. The longing to be her guy had bitter-sweetness. She’d find love again, with me, or a waiting suitor who deserved her sharing superb interest in being humane.

Maybe one day we’ll all find a way to reconnect to what’s important...quiet towns and coasts, the desert lights, walking barefoot, countless steps to natural wonder. Nothing matters more now.

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So there I was...
Give me the greatest first-person hook of all time, starting with "So there I was..." Three sentences maximum.
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Wild Luck

So there I was not, and now, am found. In the middle, all became a delirious delight or delightful delirium. Getting to me, as it does, I had become the cliche of every rake, losing the right to ever call Apollo’s logic a gift, ‘Wine, women and song,’ had a ring to it, still, with quick effects of sprouts and morning splendor tea; in the cards, I was dealt the hanged man and shouted, “Twenty-one!”

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Stockholm Syndrome
In case you don't know about this, Search it! Lol! Okay.... I'll tell you - its a condition which causes hostages to develop a psychological alliance with their captors during captivity. So its pretty simple I want you to write something on it! Poetry or Prose! Tag me in the comments:)
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SHIP-SHAPE JURY MAST

“What’d you looking at?” He sweetly kisses her swan-like neck as it gives her inviting goosebumps. Light within the lamp finds the gloss in her eyes. He joins in on the gaze. “You know, every summer since I was a little girl my dad would bring out a shrine for Matralia and everytime I saw it, it reminded me of her.” Their sights stood still on the statue where the water hits it’s banks.

“Do you think the war will stop?”

“The old man told me not too long ago, ‘Junior, war is a talent. A measurement. It when you outweigh the feather. The point is, knowing when to cash out, or in.’ He isn’t that far from right though. I mean look at us, here we are trying to act as if we don’t know what’s going on out there. A hundred years won’t change us. Not one bit.”

She caresses her cheek against his with a deep nose breath. “I don’t think we’re supposed to know, and if we did, I bet it’d be like seeing the sun for the first time.”

THE END

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Challenge of the Month VIII
Running. You are (or your character is) running from something. Or running to something. Or maybe you just left the faucet running. The theme this month is running. Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose. $100 purse to our favorite entry. Outstanding entries will be shared with our publishing partners.
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Behind Red Tape

Saturn’s Eve. Quarter to six. ‘Last Call,’ turns the tip jar into an alms-basket. The floor

clock during this gulp-surge ticks secondary to the heartbeat of securities broker, Gerry Kantz. His hands quake not of a jones, but pure trepidation. Striding home tonight, just might be the ninth symphony of ‘swill-walks.’ Blue hour could bring to his door, feet, from a ‘plumber’ he’s side-stepped since mid-March. Then, Kantz wasn’t aware the pull some have on the other side; ”two sides of the same coin,” they say.

Now, morning becomes noon, and, the neighbor’s dog is loose again. She takes a wiff of a far-fetched scent on the mat of a front door, that’s locked from within.

THE END

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How do you go about the writing process?
How do you go about writing a story and/or poem? Do you plan out everything first or do you just let loose and write on the fly? I'm still getting used to writing my own stories and I'm curious about how other writers go about writing.
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Minimalism

Practice haiku, or, if you are a jotter, practice concision. Both help out a bit.

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