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REllyn
worrier: our planet, its people, creatures, FRAGILE democracies, and others clinging on; and lover of life
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Lima Syndrome
Always a twist when it comes to these types of stories, where we expect Stockholm but get something a little more-- maybe?-- wholesome? The only guideline, let's keep romantic love out of it, show some rep for the other types of love out there too however brief or however intimate(lotta times people end up released when Lima Syndrome takes effect).
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REllyn in Fiction

your FACE, devoid of feeling

I see you in the lockdown hall, so different from the others.

While they attempt to barter love, your face, devoid of feeling.

You never were to be swept up, for I’d not know your story.

Your brother young, ransomed in vain. He never made it homeward.

Your face, devoid of feeling, so. It eats at me, my conscience.

Fragility is not undone, engendered deep inside you.

Without a word, I sneak you out. I’ll not share in the proceeds.

Challenge
Challenges
I try and write for every challenge I can before the dates end. I hope you will take the time to enter this one. I offer you the opportunity to share what in your life right now is a challenge to you personally, and what was something in your 'before' that you thought at that time was just as big of a challenge for you, but now is not? Any form- cause that ripple effect. Winner gets a a gallon of gas- all entries get to inspire and hopefully be inspired.
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a friend in need found a Friend Indeed?

I’m arrogant, impatient, just prickly as they come

So it’s a real no-brainer that I go out alone.

Except my loyal partner, who’s home all day and night,

I’ve never had somebody whose liaison is tight.

My brother drove me crazy, and not in a good way.

We hadn’t much in common except some DNA.

As kids, we fought routinely. We punched and scratched so deep,

made hurdles to a friendship irrevocably steep.

He crashed my college party. Our folks were out of town.

While dressed in drumline costume, he threw the revelers out.

We tolerate each other, leave well enough alone.

Our individual lifestyles, accept but not condone.

The tide has turned but lately. Accord has yet been sowed.

We spent some time together, a weekend on the road.

Though Mom was right there with us, we didn’t quarrel once.

Can we have laid our arms down? We’re mates, I have a hunch.

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

Timeless aging/Ageless timing

Until the icing of the skies,

and yes, the frosting of your hair,

and 'til your pouty lips meet mine,

I'll love your every thing.

So don't deny me of your eyes,

seductiveness can still excite,

and don't discount how you surprise,

for you are wanted, Love.

Challenge
An Alphabet: All Alliteration
Hello all! I am very curious to see every extraordinary example of alliteration about anything—all appearing after A, until we hit Z. If we get through all 26 letters, please feel free to begin again at A. First writer begins with A, and if you'd like to continue please follow with B , C , D , E , and so on. You get the point. While I cannot offer any monetary award, you will really recieve revered ratings (from me).
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Q

Queen, "Quit querying queers quite querulously. Quieten quacking, quacks."

(Quarreling.)

Queen, "Quirt?! ... Quartered?!" ...

Queen, quietly, "Quiet. Quintessential quiescence quarry."

Quiet, quaint quietude ... questions?

Challenge
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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in with a whimper, Out with a Bang

entered up-side down.

Marvel, proclaimed Miracle,

grimace on your face.

Sulk and laugh. Rebel.

Kiss some toads and wade in creeks.

Splash-in-puddles fun.

Come maturity,

Imaginings are long gone.

Season: merciless.

Find purpose, with luck.

Work until you can’t endure.

Playfulness returns.

Legacy of love.

You’ll thread that needle’s eye yet!

Lay your burden down.

Challenge
August Drabble Challenge: MURDER!
Tell me a story using good, solid prose in exactly 100 words. This month, tie it in to MURDER. Not necessarily the act itself, but that'll be fine, too; use your imagination. I want a super short story somehow related to doin' murder. No need to tag me, I'll read all the entries in September and select a winner.
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Murder, by any other name ...

How this story came to be,

I’m obsessed, or so it seems.

Talk in rhymes or riddles, now?

Take it to the limit: Ciao.

You’re so wrapped up

in your little world

full of boys, boys,

and your pretty girls.

I am watching from my vantage point.

Little do you know,

I’ve got you figured out.

Where you’ll be at

any given time

is recorded

in my Masterpiece mind.

Why I’ll do this

after all the torture.

I may NEVER know.

I will blow it all, you see?

I

will

Sacrifice

my Ultimate Delight for your

dead Peace of Mind!

Challenge
(Yet another) Challenge of Inspiration 5
I came to a realization, after the 4th, that the first challenge of inspiration is inherently up to me. Apparently, 4's phrases weren't terribly inspiring, so that's on me. Hopefully this one will go better. Use the phrases below in a unique story or poem which begs a rejoinder of some kind from other Prosers. Responses need not be entered directly into the challenge--feel free to compose your response as a regular post, then put a link to it in the comments of the original piece so we can all find it. One winning original entry and one winning response entry will be blessed with a life-changing $5 prize! That's a whole pizza at Little Caesar's! (Or half a salad... somewhere... where people eat salads.) ______________Here are your challenge phrases: _______________ at your doorstep, Hate's last breath, carry on, alternate truth, the undertaker's dream, backward curiosity, nearing the End of Days, unnatural motives, I think of scales, forever in a ____________ Have fun! And no, "have fun" is not one of the phrases. Ugh... I know at least two of you are going to title your entry Have Fun just to mess with me. You know what? I don't care if you have fun or not--just do the damn challenge!
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Scale this pro ad infinitum (not ‘at least 9 times’)

Piranha’s at your doorstep

when you step in her stream.

For Hate’s last breath is breathed out

to carry on this meme.

An alternate truth, sadly,

is how you’ll meet your fate.

The undertaker’s dream is

predictable. You’re bait!

No backward curiosity

will let you shirk this task.

Nearing the End of Days, you

will be proffered no mask.

Unnatural, her motives?

Unanimously, No!

I think of scales that grow back.

Your forever: in a pro.

Challenge
Challenge of the Month XLII
Two words for this one: Long poem. Winner will be decided by likes, and the panel. We know, we're complicated. Anyway, long poem of yours, about anything at all. 100 big ones for the winner. GO.
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dirge in A minor (a la ’60s Folk Music)

Well, how are you faring, my stranger?

Yes, how are you getting along?

It’s been a long time since we’ve spoken,

a sad melody for a song.

So, how has it been, being without me?

Has life dealt you many a wrong?

Has she, your new love, been good to you?

A sad turn of things for a song.

Yes, how have you been, my dear husband?

You still bring a tear to my eyes.

Not long will you remain my husband.

The song hears the dove as she cries.

So, how has it been, being married?

And did I make you a fine wife?

Now do you regret being married?

Has marriage affected your life?

And will you remember the moment,

the hour we exchanged both our lies?

Will we each remember our sadness?

No joy in this song, the dove cries.

The joy that we sought, have you found it?

The joy to last our whole lives long?

Did I make you happy, my lost one?

a sad memory for a song.

Was I such a horrible lover?

Did I bring you nothing but strife?

I shudder to think of the severance,

the cutting, the sharpness, the knife.

You’ll never again long to hold me,

admit that your love is still strong.

The path you have chosen lies elsewhere,

a sad eulogy for a song.

Challenge
6 Word Story Challenge: A Fight Between Friends
Time to get pithy, Prosers! Write a six word story describing a nasty fight between two old and dear friends (based on real or imaginary experiences). Sharpen your wit and your knives and start carving out your masterpiece!
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Touche’

"Cheating? You, my WIFE? En guard!"

Challenge
Fun with Forms #4: The Quatern (level 2)
A QUATERN is a sixteen line French form composed of four quatrains. It is similar to the kyrielle and the retourne poetic forms, in that it has a refrain (repeated line). The refrain line is in a different place in each quatrain. The first line of stanza one is also the second line of stanza two, the third line of stanza three, and the fourth line of stanza four. A classic quatern has eight syllables per line, and it does not have to have any set meter or rhyme scheme. You can however adapt either of these, as long as the refrain cascades down through the four quatrains (stanzas). — Example here: https://theprose.com/post/739999/not-quite-sleeping — (Please tag me in the comments of your entry)
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REllyn in Poetry & Free Verse

the Fall

The air was cleared. It was the fall

When someone had informed us all.

We ran to see, hearts on our sleeves,

Effused were we with sense of pall.

The planes came down from all around,

The air was cleared. It was the fall.

This wasn’t mere coincidence.

These acts were sure intentional.

Ay, wat’ry graves were adequate

To lay these ruffians to rest.

The air was cleared. It was the fall.

No eye had seen such sight before.

Each year, we turn our thoughts to this

And honor what ensued after.

Pearl Harbor harbored more than pearls.

The air was cleared. It was the fall.