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The Desert Moon
John Denver aptly described a Rocky Mountain high. Can you do as well with a desert low?
SPam
• 9 reads

Dessert Low

I am so disappointed

Thanksgiving day was low

No cream for the pumpkin pie

The only others mince and pecan

I do not like those kinds.

Oh wait did you mean that place with the sand?

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Challenge
November Drabble: NO THANK YOU
It's now Thanksgiving season, but let's mix this up a little. Give me a drabble incorporating the phrase "No thank you" in some way. Break it up. Use it all at once. Whatever. Just put "No" "Thank" and "You" in there somewhere. Wanna win? Here are the rules: Exactly 100 words using conventional spelling, grammar, and punctuation. Prose only. Poetry will be mocked, cussed, and set afire. I'll pick a winner sometime around December 2.
SPam in Flash Fiction
• 6 reads

Common Conversation?

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because I said so.”

“That’s not a reason.”

“It is to me.”

“Give me a real reason.”

“You already know the reason.”

“But everyone else will have one.”

“I do not care what everyone else has or does. It’s not the way we do things.”

“Maybe it’s time to change.”

“No.”

“Please?”

“No and stop asking.”

“You are so mean.”

“You will thank me for this one day.”

“No I will not.”

The child stomps out of the room and up the stairs yelling,

“All I want is a real turkey for Thanksgiving not that disgusting Tofurkey!”

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Challenge
Malevolent Fantasy
Poetry or prose. Tag me!
SPam
• 11 reads

Zombie Love Song

My dear I miss you now you’re dead

I want you nightly in my bed

What is that you just said?

“Brains, brains, brains…”

Your rotting breast I long to hold

Your inner love has now gone cold

My friends all say your love is old

“Brains, brains, brains…”

Your lovely eye has just popped out

And fallen in the sauerkraut

I love you still, please do not doubt

“Brains, brains, brains…”

Your chubby ass has turned quite black

Your nipples grey, your belly slack

And still I want you in the sack

“Brains, brains, brains…”

I want to slide myself in you

Kiss your lips and your neck too

But all I see is moldy goo

“Brains, brains, brains…”

I can’t resist your deadly charms

Though your smell starts fire alarms

So hold me in your rotting arms

“Brains, brains, brains…”

My love for you drives me insane

And still you sing the same refrain

So please, please eat my little brain

“Brains, brains, brai…”

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Challenge
Rising Prosers Soiree # 1: Roller Skates
This challenge is for Prosers with (50 Followers or Less Only) who need more traction and want more exposure. Use the topic, Roller Skates, above to craft an original piece showcasing you as a writer and highlighting your unique style among the Prose community. All writing forms and lengths are welcome. Use this digital Mixer to meet, greet, and get to know each other while uplifting your favorite writers. Please tag me @ChrisSadhill in the comments and I will read, comment, and repost every piece. I can’t wait to read your work and will personally be picking the winner. Happy Writing!
SPam in Introductions
• 19 reads

Great Granny and the Metal Skates

I went to show my Grandmother my new skates, Great Granny actually, and she began to tell a story (as usual).

“When I was a a little girl we were very poor, it was hard to find and keep jobs. My mother and father worked long hours when they could get work but did not make much money. I was the oldest, had a younger brother and sister, your great aunt and uncle you know. We didn’t have many toys or clothes and most of what we had were hand-me-downs. Well one day the woman who took care of us during the day brought me a present – roller skates that her daughter no longer used. They weren’t like those that you have, they were metal and had a strap and you used a key to tighten..”

“Yes Granny, I’ve seen pictures,” I interrupted.

“Well…I was so excited I ran next door to my friend Josephine’s house to show her. Her family was even poorer than mine, she had four brothers and two sisters! I put on the skates and skated up and down the road - this very road here - while she watched from the porch steps, then I gave her the skates and she did the same. We switched back and forth a few times and began to see that it wasn’t that much fun; skating alone while the other watched.

Next time I stopped I just gave one skate to Josephine. Now we could skate together, her with the right skate, pushing with her left foot and me with the left skate, pushing with my right foot.

We went skating like this every day for about a week and one evening my mother was looking at my shoes and she asked why the right shoe was so scuffed up and didn’t I know that these shoes had to last me until they didn’t fit anymore and then had to last through my sister wearing them. She didn’t wait for and answer but I knew I’d better be more careful. Josephine’s mother never said anything about her shoes. I guess she didn’t have time to worry about them.

It seemed I thought about what to do all that night. Next day I told Josephine to give me her skate and I gave her mine. And we kept on skating together each of us with one skate but every day we would change so my shoes would wear out evenly. That’s what we did. We were friends you know…"

Granny looked off towards the house next door. I stood up and hugged her. “Thanks Granny.”

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Cover image for post GOBlins Have Arrived, by SPam
SPam in Poetry & Free Verse
• 10 reads

GOBlins Have Arrived

The creatures on the street now

Are looking for a treat now

Skeletons and ghosts and ghouls

Are traveling to meet now

Hear them banging on the door

And turning up the heat now

So worried I will run out

Of the salty and sweet now

HA! SPam finished all ten trials

Leftover junk will eat now.

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Cover image for post GOBble Candy, by SPam
SPam in Poetry & Free Verse
• 3 reads

GOBble Candy

Creepy monsters roam the streets

Also ghosts and ghouls.

No one is safe in the

Dark street and alleys

You dare not enter.

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Cover image for post EEKphrasis, by SPam
SPam in Horror & Thriller
• 5 reads

EEKphrasis

Yellowing branches reach out as if to grab you should you dare to walk down the path to the desolate gothic house where dark windows hide secrets inside.

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Cover image for post Give One a Break, by SPam
SPam in Poetry & Free Verse
• 6 reads

Give One a Break

Oh how seven of ten does stress me now

The angel bat hovers but gives no aid

Must I retreat like men to booze and smoke

No I take solace in New York cheesecake

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Cover image for post The Best Laid Plans, by SPam
SPam
• 15 reads

The Best Laid Plans

Caspar, leader of the Cropeons, laid out his plan of attack on the eagles to Cooper and Crispen. Caspar told Cooper they would fly near the convocation, distracting the adults. Crispen would then kill the eaglets. They flew to the nest and split up. Cooper headed east; half of the eagles following. He turned to a field with hideous scarecrows. He was not afraid but knew the eagles would be. The eagles saw the scarecrows, turned and went after Caspar. Cooper heard shrieks as the flock caught up to Caspar. Cooper nodded, now he would be leader of the murder.

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Cover image for post Good Old Bikers, by SPam
SPam
• 8 reads

Good Old Bikers

Oh is this your bike my dear

We won't cause no trouble

We are just resting here so

Please don't look so worried

You can go to sleep, no fear.

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