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zeesalibi
When given the choice to sink or swim, remember-you're a mermaid!
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What is your favourite song lyric? Make sure to quote the singer and song. Don’t forget to tag me!
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zeesalibi

Torn

So I guess the fortune teller’s right,

Should have seen just what was there and not some holy light.

Challenge
Stranger than fiction. Write a piece of 15-to-50-words in any style or genre, featuring a real-life strange occurrence.
it can be anything that's happened to you or even something you've heard of happening, so long as you're sure it's happened. (or at least pretty sure.)
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Once Upon a Boardwalk

"I want a specialty henna tattoo. Do you do those?" My 12 year old asks a heavily pierced store clerk.

"Like what?" Says the clerk.

"Can you write 'stars need darkness to shine' in Sand-script?"

"Dude, that's heavy."

"Ok. Then let's go with the Jewish star."

Challenge
Describe freedom in 15 words... with one caveat: you can't use the words free, freedom, freeing, freest or freer (even in the title).
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zeesalibi

In Stillness

The silence.

Accompanied by a calm in my being.

Realizing,

I've had it all along.

Challenge
Write a horror story in two sentences.
“The 3 types of terror: The Gross-out: the sight of a severed head tumbling down a flight of stairs, it's when the lights go out and something green and slimy splatters against your arm. The Horror: the unnatural, spiders the size of bears, the dead waking up and walking around, it's when the lights go out and something with claws grabs you by the arm. And the last and worse one: Terror, when you come home and notice everything you own had been taken away and replaced by an exact substitute. It's when the lights go out and you feel something behind you, you hear it, you feel its breath against your ear, but when you turn around, there's nothing there...”---Stephen King
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zeesalibi in Horror & Thriller

Lost

"You've arrived at your destination," replied a high pitched, half-laugh that was not from my iPhone.

It was in the backseat, breathing short, hot puffs of air down my neck; and now it knew where I lived.

Challenge
Love vs Lust
Tag me @justaperson
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zeesalibi in Romance & Erotica

Lust is grabbing a firm, hard, perky breast and playing with it's pointy, rose hued nipple until you've both fallen asleep. Even in your dreams, he reaches around and cups them like handle bars, afraid to let go lest the whole bicycle disappears.

Love is 20 years later, scraping the same bosom from the floor, dusting it off and scooping it back into the bra, where it continues to hang, looking like a windsock full of wet sand. Regardless of the rust, he continues to grasp those handle bars and ride that bike with the same enthusiasm, as if it were new.

Challenge
Write about your age, and how you believe it has helped your writing.
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zeesalibi

This is 40

I don't know if my age has helped me write as much as given me experience and insight into life.

I've always felt that people (in my life anyway) were always quick to put concern on what I wrote as opposed to an opinion.

Too honest, too angry, depressing, is everything alright? I wanted feedback, but all I got was analysis.

My age has given me courage to continue writing, and to get the (more than occasional) rejection, but my wisdom has pushed me to pursue and hopefully one day publish.

At 16 I was shy, but at 40....F&@k it.

Challenge
Disturb me in 50 words or fewer
...we all float down here...
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Double Entendre

Don't smile.

Someone stole my Invisalign.

A stranger has a piece of me in their mouth.

My perfect, plastic smile

forced into another palate.

Running their tongue,

along my incisors,

without my permission.

If this thief

Shows off

my fake,

toothy,

grin...

Does that make it real?

Challenge
in 15 words, write about a unique way of coping with surroundings.
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zeesalibi

Reality Check

Keep breathing, 

quiet your mind,

and realize, 

there is no truth in any of it.

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I Hate My Hair

My 10 year old has been learning about poetry in a school program for the last 6 weeks. This is what she wrote and read to the parents and students.

My hair is crazy,

My hair is frizzy

My hair is like a crazy, frizzy noodle.

So that is why it looks like a crazy, frizzy poodle.

My hair is so fuzzy and poofy,

That I can't even watch a movie.

My hair is so ridiculous,

That when I dance,

I'm blind.

Challenge
ProseChallenge #67: Write a poem about grief.
The most eloquent, elegant, entertaining entry, ascertained by Prose, earns $100 and stays atop the Spotlight shelf for 24 consecutive hours. Feel free to invite friends, distant family, even strange acquaintances to play this challenge with you anonymously. Please use #ProseChallenge #itslit for sharing online. Once the challenge ends, the winner will be chosen and a notification will be sent. The coins will transfer to the Prose Wallet within 24 hours.
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zeesalibi

Knock, knock

I'm standing on the other side,

like so many times before. 

But this time,

it's different.

It's cold,

There is just the lonely echo of my voice.

I'm right by your side,

yet unable to communicate how I feel.

I am sorry for it all.

For the visits where the focus was on me,

the promises of trips we'd never take,

the encouragement that our next time together

would be so much sooner than the last.

Life and death make liars of us all.

As I watched you age

part of me would fear for my own future.

Do we bloom,

or dry up

into potpourri?

Colorful and fragrant,

but doing nothing.

Today you are standing on the other side,

and as hard as I knock,

it will not change the pine box

back into your front door.

Today, I can not feel your pain,

and you can't wipe my tears.

Every word I scream out

falls into the crowd of people

who have knocked,

who are fighting

for a place in line.

Asking forgiveness,

to the voiceless form

who has all the answers,

that can't be shared.

Knock, knock,

no one is there.

Your remarkable smile,

is now in search of

of a more deserving audience.

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