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justinetumulty
Wife and mother who loves unconditionally. Retired English teacher who misses the classroom. Runner who cant stop. Writer who struggles t
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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.

Reversal of Fortune

I can hear them talking

Saying more time with her please

Tears and smiles so close

Five steps to the table

Thank God I didn't fall this time

More time with them please

Hurry hurry hurry long lists

Sweet success missed the recital

Burning time like paper

Study hard don't stop

goals are gold trophies treasure

reach for the stars

I can feel her talking

I will treasure every minute

Tears and smiles so close

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There is nothing more important in the world than _____.
Finish the sentence then describe/explain why you said what you did. Write it however you want.

Balance

Asymmetry eventually dulls the senses of lovers, the growth of intellectuals and creates a question that will distract the most passionate. Balance gives the universe the opportunity to continue to add to an abundant life.

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link a feeling to a place
tell me about a place, and a strong emotion you experienced there. maybe it's the first time you went abroad -- maybe it was the last time in your hometown. link your feelings to a place.

The Reef

Halfway to the small cay. We each kept one hand on the rope, our fins reaching far behind gently waving from our ankles like flags, as our well-loved sunfish floated along with us like a faithful labrador. Our space was managed by colorful reef fish, collections of grazing clown and parrot fish, swarms of angelfish, and an occasional curious, hovering barracuda. We had no sense of time or temperature, no trepidation, no thought to "reapply." We floated with purpose, searching and celebrating each discovery. We handled the revered urchins, comfortable with the way their spiky spindles moved in harmony seeking a surface to brush and escape back home to the glassy blue water. We took turns diving down, gently watching the majestic starfish move, its pace barely discernible, its feet leaving hundreds of tiny freckles in the sand on the ocean floor. The solemnity was broken occasionally by a burst of ceremonious joy when the familiar mound that hid the king or queen of the shell world was gently raised to marvel at the glow of a bright pink and orange ripply conch.

Floating face down, the afternoon would pass, with side glances through our sometimes foggy, sometimes leaky masks, to exchange a smile and shared disbelief at our playground.

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Who Do You See When You Look in the Mirror
A stranger looking back at you? A gorgeous person capable of doing anything? What do you see when you catch your reflection in the mirror?

Serendipity

Not exactly adorned, nor precisely planned. Brighter and deeper around the eyes, warmer and more welcoming around the soul.

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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!

Agony

Sweetheart, you wished this on me.

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Challenge of the Month XLI
Begin a story or poem about your first memory, but write it in the style of a Tarantino or Charlie Kaufman screenplay. Where it goes from there, use any style you want. Open the belly, bleed on the page. Winner gets 100 big ones. Go.

Stitches

The little girl lies dead still staring at him, eyes and face covered in blood. The surgeon stands behind her pulling strings like a puppet master. The nurse and the woman with fuschia nails hover above the sterile ground, watching. Her tiny hand slips out from the sheet and reaches for him, pulling back as the next stitch is pulled tight.

FIRST ER COPTER PILOT "Wait. They need to wipe the blood off her hands before you give her the lollipop, moron."

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