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Cover image for post The Ocean's Temper, by Callie
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Callie in Haiku
• 131 reads

The Ocean’s Temper

Gentle ocean waves

lap against eroded rocks;

saltwater kisses.

A surgent anger -

seafoam smothers the shoreline.

Cacophonous roars.

The bubbles subdue.

Warm water hugs sand and shell,

a calm horizon.

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Prose Challenge of the Month #1: Write about losing your innocence. Fifteen entries will be featured in a Prose Original Book of the Month, whereby each winner will take 5% lifetime royalties. You must purchase the book to discover its authors, who will be determined by objective data (reads, likes, reposts, comments) and by team vote to ensure reader satisfaction. When sharing to social media, please use the hashtags “itslit,” “getlit,” and “ProseChallenge.”
Cover image for post effeuiller la marguerite, by Callie
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Callie
• 142 reads

effeuiller la marguerite

a white petal

feels a firm tug:

they love me.

eight-month-old smiles

have parted lips and a pink, lolling tongue

that taste the laughter as it rushes by

and the milky giggles as they bubble up

from the slightest tickle of

a rounded belly.

they love me not.

eighteen-year-old smiles

are a cool facade,

slicked in red lipstick

and held together by cheap superglue

that I keep in the back pocket

of my favorite ripped jeans.

they love me.

our rosy cheeks and breathless grins

are forever immortalized

in the palm-sized Polaroids

(the date penned seven months ago)

on my bedroom wall,

to remind me that good times

do exist.

they love me not.

the invitation never reached my hands,

but it’s okay,

I love spending time by myself

anyways

snuggled under a blanket

that protects me from

you and everyone else.

they love me.

happy birthday!

I feel special as I open another gift

and beam at the store-bought,

material item you knew I wanted

so very badly.

they love me not.

every now and then,

we have a verbal disagreement—

I was being too passive-aggressive,

you were tired after a hard shift—

but it’s resolved with

a long talk, a box of tissues,

and many hugs

because anger is transient

and family is for life.

they love me.

today is a good day,

it’s pouring rain outside

but we are going out to brunch

and I look forward to

nonsensical conversation,

a hot cup of spearmint tea,

and a delicious meal—

eggs sunny-side up, of course.

even though my stomach

can only tolerate baby-sized bites,

I’m really glad I’m

with you.

they love me not.

irritation is boiling

under my skin

and no, you did nothing wrong

you did nothing at all

and that’s why

I’m mad,

so please leave me alone to

scratch at my itches

(but please don’t leave me alone).

they love me not.

sometimes I feel like

I’m trapped behind

a glass wall,

screaming and bleeding

from my everyday battles,

only it’s a one-way mirror

that conceals the blood

and mutes the noise.

in actuality,

nothing is wrong

(physically)

but when my eyes open

after a long night of sleep

and sunlight squeezes through the blinds,

the nightmare begins.

they love me not.

yesterday I saw many things.

a young woman stepped out of her car

and offered to help an old man

carry home his groceries,

the news reported the fourth

homicide of the week,

and the tree outside my front window

lost its last golden leaf.

everything around me is cycling,

and yet my world remains

very still.

I think the last time it moved,

the genuine smile of an

innocent child

morphed into a forged signature

because her heart forgot how to breathe.

have you ever wondered,

if a mind shatters

in beautiful agony

and no one is around to hear it,

does it make a sound?

it’s actually quite loud

and I can tell you,

it sounds a lot like

they love me not.

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Prose Challenge of the Week #36: Write a Haiku or Tanka describing a colour without using the name of the colour. The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge
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Callie
• 138 reads

daylily skylines

bathed in honeyed hues,

the autumn leaves are aflame

with setting sunlight.

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Prose Challenge of the Week #23: Write a haiku about deceit. The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge
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Callie
• 100 reads

lily of the valley

saccharine and coy,

those rosebud lips hold no thorns,

yet I still taste blood.

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Prose Challenge of the Week #18: Write about murder. The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge
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Callie
• 207 reads

Three two one bang

He moaned in pain.

“About time you woke up, Sleeping Beauty,” said a honeyed voice. High-pitched with the slightest southern drawl. Her voice.

“Where are we?” he slurred. His tongue felt foreign in his mouth, coated with a sour aftertaste. I remember meeting for drinks, and…

Nothing. Total blackout.

Snickering rung in his ears. “Rohypnol’s a bitch, isn’t it?”

Something cool pressed against his left cheek. It was a soothing touch compared to the biting at his wrists and ankles, he noted with frantic interest. Managing to lift a heavy eyelid, he caught a flash of metal. Is that-

She dug the revolver’s muzzle hard into his skin. “Sweetheart, you’ve got three tries to convince me why I shouldn’t put this bullet through that cheating little head of yours,” she said with a smiling façade. “If you can, you'll keep it. Scout's honor.”

So that’s what this is about. “Babe,” he said carefully, eyeing the weapon, “you’re upset with the situation, I get it. But this is murder we’re talking about. You can’t just-” A snort interrupted his words.

“Don’t worry about me, I’ll work out the nitty-gritty details. But what about you? Do you know where we are?” His eyes shifted to the surroundings, drinking in a scene of decayed wooden walls. A whiff of forest musk hit his nose as she cocked the gun.

It was the old, lichen-crusted cabin they had stumbled upon by chance during a hike gone wrong. Miles away from civilization. Fuck.

“Two.”

A loon cried out in the distance, and he sent up a silent prayer.

“Look, you might need help for being a complete lunatic who kidnaps people for breaking up with you-”

A few strides and his nose stared down the barrel of the gun once more. “You’re at one,” she snarled.

“-but I still love you,” he croaked in desperation. “I’m so sorry for what I did, and I beg you, please take back my worthless ass. We could make it right this time. I know that at least some small part of you feels the same.” A couple tears even rolled down his face.

Her face softened, and she lowered the weapon. She moved forward and sat on his lap, straddling his waist with her legs. A look of longing itched at her face.

“I loved you so much,” she murmured, tilting forward and firmly pressing her mouth against his. A sweet, succulent taste. She pulled back and licked her lips. “That could convince me.”

She bought it. He let loose a breathy tremble, and his muscles shouted from the release of tension. “Now, you said-”

The gun pushed against his chin and he swallowed the rest of his sentence. Her gaze was cool now, as crisp as the empty breeze that rustled through the glassless window frame across the room. Wisps of her silky hair tickled his cheek as she leaned in close.

“Well, isn’t that a shame, sugar,” whispered the velvet voice. “I guess I lied.”

Bang.

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Describe in 10 words the feeling of loss.
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Callie in Poetry & Free Verse
• 169 reads

a breathing shadow

the candle dies,

but my silhouette still paints the room.

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Callie in Haiku
• 158 reads

hazy mornings

a butterfly floats

on temperate winds, blind to

the blackened forest.

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Prose Challenge of the Week #15 in partnership with The Micropoetry Society. Use the following word to create a piece of micropoetry: “DISTORT.” The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100, the runner-up will receive $25. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #poetheme and #micropoetry.
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Callie
• 235 reads

disillusion

you shattered

my rose-colored glasses,

and as the shards scratched my eyes,

they made a kaleidoscope

with a world bathed in blue.

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Three Line Poetry Rules are simple. Brevity is key. Choose words wisely to evoke emotion. Use the word prompt for inspiration, but DO NOT use the prompt in your finished poem. 3 lines 10 words per line (Max) 30 words (Max) Word Prompt: CONCRETE HEART #threelines #concreteheart
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Callie in Poetry & Free Verse
• 206 reads

chiseled

he once poured cement

into the cracks of my crumbling character,

but it never cured.

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