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OfIceAndSand
Loves writing syllabic-based pieces and stories that invoke empathy
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haikuhol
Pour yourself a stiff one and enjoy it while crafting an edgy haiku. Let’s have some fun this weekend. Winner gets to be top of the Spotlight for 24 hours. 26 entrant limit.
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Alexandramiller in Haiku

Thoughts

Entangled thoughts in the night

Give them time to be

Released by the eyes of dawn.

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haikuhol
Pour yourself a stiff one and enjoy it while crafting an edgy haiku. Let’s have some fun this weekend. Winner gets to be top of the Spotlight for 24 hours. 26 entrant limit.
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CEH4255 in Haiku

traction

Not all works are good.

Spinning wheels just kick up mud.

When will you move on?

Eric1974

Tanka 1

if I gave to you

the black rose from my garden,

the one I planted

when I first saw your shed tears,

would you hold it to your cheek?

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gemnahmaleybray

the more i create the more i invite life

to stay,

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aflalo22

Livyatan

I walk out of my grotto

Feet slapping upon the cool smooth stone

Pebbles, sand and grit

A single thorny bush

Little survivor

My little witness

Waves in the breeze, as if to greet me

The smell of salt, wet on the air

I taste you

Memory

The ocean on this night

The terrifying black unknown

Mirror to my darkest fears

Primeval maw of the predator

The wolf in Eden…

Livyatan

I summon thee

So faint…

I could have imagined it

The sound of drums

I’m sure of it…

A cool breeze

Comforting and sweet

Whispers of something

Like an old lover who speaks sweet nothings

Tickles the ear

Suddenly, with a shudder

It becomes the whispers of a serpent

Conspiring demons…

Whispers of death

It becomes a great wind, a howling wind

Kicking up sand and dust that stings the eyes

Silent flashes in the distance

Thunder that rolls

Like the footfalls of a million soldiers…

One drop of rain, falls in the dust

Like a pebble thrown by a teasing friend

This is no friend of mine…

A second drop...then a third then a fourth

In moments the army arrives at my door

Curtains of rain begin to fall

These are not rain drops, but water stones.

A barrage of water that pummels and assaults

Suffocating, drowning.

Scream to the heavens

Garbled gargled Gargamel

Bring me, Livyatan!

A shriek, a scream, that answers in reply

Did it come from the sea?

Did it come from the sky?

I feel it through the earth

As if mother earth herself, recoils in horror

At what I have summoned

A monstrous bellow

Cuts through the roar of the rain and the sea

But this time, there is no mistake

It is the beast

Is it my imagination?

My G-d it must be

The borders of the sea

They are rising, expanding

As if the ocean itself is attempting to escape

To flee before the abomination that rises

In brief flashes

I see something

Something that curdles the blood

Involuntary shivers

As witness to that which should not be

Cloven from the immortal

Light bringer

Cursed by his sin

Little dancing shapes to the east and west

Frolicking tendrils

Dancing to the tune of some, unholy music

The cacophonous, chthonic…chaotic

Shrill laughter

Of death

The brush beside my cave

Water flowing in…now swirling about their roots

The sound of the surf begins to rise up in my ears

Growing to a deafening roar that overcomes the pounding rain

I can hear waves crashing upon the shore…

I am far from the shore

To my left and right, waves crest upon the hills

Again it bellows…it moans…out of sync somehow

Reverberating, hauntingly

Like a soul not quite connected to the flesh

I peer through the darkness

My eyes attempting to pierce through the sheets of rain

The wind

The impenetrable blackness

A flash illuminates…what is this?

A second horizon? A mountain?

I crane my neck

I had been looking straight ahead

When I should have been looking…up

My G-d

What have I done?

Challenge
Ocean Monstrosities
There are nightmares, and then there are Ocean MOnstrosities. In 500 words or less, depict a real-life aspect of the ocean-- but of monstrous proportions and (optionally) other mutations: whether it be a strangling seaweed the length of the ocean floor, a ginormous shell that reverberates with eerie summons, or a shipwreck so huge that it's crew must have been giants.
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Dzogbay

Ocean Monstrosities

The ocean is a huge and enigmatic environment that is brimming with life and conceals untold secrets. There are phenomena and creatures that can only be referred to as monstrous within its depths. These ocean monsters have incredible sizes and frequently show strange mutations that transcend our comprehension of the natural world. Let's look at one such actual ocean feature that has been converted into a hideous creature.

The Lament of the Leviathan

Unlit at all times, an underwater canyon can be found deep within the Pacific Ocean. The Leviathan, a gigantic beast, dwells in this abysmal trench. This scary hybrid of numerous marine animals is an ancient behemoth that is over a hundred meters long.

The body of the Leviathan is covered in a thick covering of bioluminescent scales that give off a spooky glow that shines on the nearby waters. It can easily shatter the hull of a ship with the help of its long, rows of razor-sharp teeth. It has plates-sized eyes that have an ethereal radiance that shines through the shadows.

The Leviathan's capacity to control ocean currents is what makes it so terrifying. It has appendages that resemble enormous fins, each with strong muscles that can provide a tremendous amount of force. The Leviathan can generate a whirlpool that engulfs anything unlucky enough to be trapped in its path with a single sweep of its fins.

In the depths of the ocean, a melancholy music accompanies the Leviathan's presence. This terrifying summons, emanating from a huge shell attached to its body, draws unwary prey closer to its gaping mouth. All who hear the sound experience goosebumps down their spines as the sound reverberates through the water.

Legends mention a shipwreck that is unimaginably large. The remains of a ship, which must have been manned by giants, decorate the lair of the Leviathan. A dreadful reminder of the Leviathan's might protrudes from the ocean floor as the skeletal remnants of the ship's enormous hull.

Our comprehension of the ocean's depths and its inhabitants is put to the test by the Leviathan's existence. It serves as a reminder that there are still puzzles in the wide ocean that need to be solved.

The Leviathan symbolizes a real-life part of the ocean that has been converted into a horrific being. Its enormous size, unsettling summoning, and the shipwreck's remains are all hints at the incredible things that lay beneath the water. The monsters of the deep ocean serve as a constant reminder of the incredible beauty and power of the natural world.

Challenge
Haiku for Your Troubles, Haiku for Rebirth
Write about a defining moment in your life My story in a haiku: Born but just barely Forced to fight from dawn of light Enough to live on
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7v7 in Haiku

!

aha there's dark, light,

in the cave of existence

another ism

09.19.2023

Haiku for Troubles/Rebirth @akitoyu

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Summer-into-Fall Prose. Wrap-up Challenge
In five haikus, tell a story about the cycle of life. Start with being born, then so forth. Because this is absorbing the entirety of all Prose. Challenges until October's start, we're giving the winner $250. Winner is decided by a combination of likes, and our panel. And...Go.
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VVRamanWrites

Circle of Life

(This is based on my short-story with the same title. I hope you enjoy it)

Once, in a dense wood

A rock split a vast river

Looking like a throne

A frog sat on it

I am king! Croaked the frog

Gobbling a tiny bug

A sharp pain hit him

When a snake swallowed him whole

Some king! The snake scoffed

He felt a sharp pain

A falcon took him, smiling

She was the true king

A hunter took aim

The animals were silly

God smiled, ending his fate

(For more such content, follow me on Instagram @vvramanwrites)

Challenge
with a dash of salt~
write a poem with ONLY TWO SENTENCES~ Good Luck my little hellhhounds~
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Ethereality in Poetry & Free Verse

Lost in the Woods

I think I may have lost my way

I’m in the woods, come out to play

The little people all they say

Is I'll be dinner for the fae.

The way is dark so follow me

I know a doorway in that tree

The woodland creatures all they say

Is I’ll be dinner for the fae.

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Ethereality

Voyage of the Dissonance Beast

I know not how to put my thoughts to paper,

as in the interim of my mind and mouth

the thoughts are caught in an unintelligible net,

whereby the essence is the catch -

held back and hauled up

by the chains of reasoning.

And the only thing to slip through therewith

is the bone dust of the meaning -

a fossilised clue but not

the entire creature.

The creature has long been dead,

for it was borne to a higher realm

and travelled some distance

to reach the lighthouse calling

of my head.

By which time it was hunchbacked

and blistered;

having fought its way through

tumultuous terrain,

to rest weary on my brain

and brush faintly against my heart.

I look at the paper in wonder:

Surely the creature carried a message

less ominous?

Or perhaps am I so capricious in nature

that the poor creature stands no chance

of begetting the world

its ethereal scripture.

What remains are not thoughts, nor feelings,

but a mere glimpse that once, aeons ago,

our words were untainted miracles.

I am left encumbered with a heavy heart,

an overstuffed brain,

all the feelings and thoughts

too grandiose, too inspiring

to slip through the filter of that odious beast

named Conditioning.

By my cursive misdemeanour

and that beast on my tail,

the true thought dies at my pen tip.