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The Artist and His Friend

Once upon a time an artist lived an ordinary life. The artist noticed the details of nature. He was frustrated time passed too quickly for him to linger in nature's beauty because he was never done before another task of life presented itself.

The artist noticed voice tones. 

The artist noticed attire while observing posture. 

The artist was attracted to ancient styles. 

The artist created unheard of fashions in his day. 

The artist created men's formal suits with patterns of babies and pacifiers on them. 

The artist created dental floss like tiny pipe cleaner. 

The artist painted pictures that encouraged the peoples' hearts.

The artist created illusions that stopped crime.

But then, another life task presented itself. The artist could not stop creating, still accomplishing life's tasks.

The artist danced in the music of the trials of life. 

The artist planned for his future grasping humor.

But then, another difficult life task presented itself. The artist still could not stop creating however the life task was huge.

The artist had a friend. The artist did not create the friend. 

The friend encouraged the artist to save his work.

The artist began to sign his work no matter what life task was at hand.

The artist saved his works.

You are the artist.

Who is your friend?

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Once upon a time...
Written by DellaMetcalf in portal Fiction
The Artist and His Friend
Once upon a time an artist lived an ordinary life. The artist noticed the details of nature. He was frustrated time passed too quickly for him to linger in nature's beauty because he was never done before another task of life presented itself.
The artist noticed voice tones. 
The artist noticed attire while observing posture. 
The artist was attracted to ancient styles. 
The artist created unheard of fashions in his day. 
The artist created men's formal suits with patterns of babies and pacifiers on them. 
The artist created dental floss like tiny pipe cleaner. 
The artist painted pictures that encouraged the peoples' hearts.
The artist created illusions that stopped crime.
But then, another life task presented itself. The artist could not stop creating, still accomplishing life's tasks.
The artist danced in the music of the trials of life. 
The artist planned for his future grasping humor.
But then, another difficult life task presented itself. The artist still could not stop creating however the life task was huge.
The artist had a friend. The artist did not create the friend. 
The friend encouraged the artist to save his work.
The artist began to sign his work no matter what life task was at hand.
The artist saved his works.
You are the artist.
Who is your friend?

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CotW #66: Write about the biggest lesson life has taught you.
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Biggest Lesson

I Looked at this challenge thinking to avoid it. The reason being, there are so many life lessons, so choosing the biggest was too difficult for me. But it's a challenge. So I challenged myself to pick a life lesson that was the biggest. Aside from cognitive understanding, humor, awareness of dishonesty, science or accepting that hatred exists, one thing I learned proved to be most powerful in life. The lesson surfacing time and time again in my life has been that of compassion. It is love. It is very closely related to empathy but true compassion trumps it all.  

For example, your child skins his/her knee. You care, you console, you bandage, you might even explain healing. You love the discomfort away somehow. 

Now imagine doing all that for a stranger. That is compassion. It is a lesson I consider the biggest in life.

A beetle crawls across your floor. They don't bite. It has obviously misplaced itself. But it doesn't belong in your home. Kill it? Many will. Help it get outside? Yes.

If the sick neglected dog commercials bug you, if the flys on the faces of little black kids in Africa bug you, you have compassion. Congratulations, you have arrived.

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CotW #66: Write about the biggest lesson life has taught you.
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Biggest Lesson
I Looked at this challenge thinking to avoid it. The reason being, there are so many life lessons, so choosing the biggest was too difficult for me. But it's a challenge. So I challenged myself to pick a life lesson that was the biggest. Aside from cognitive understanding, humor, awareness of dishonesty, science or accepting that hatred exists, one thing I learned proved to be most powerful in life. The lesson surfacing time and time again in my life has been that of compassion. It is love. It is very closely related to empathy but true compassion trumps it all.  
For example, your child skins his/her knee. You care, you console, you bandage, you might even explain healing. You love the discomfort away somehow. 
Now imagine doing all that for a stranger. That is compassion. It is a lesson I consider the biggest in life.
A beetle crawls across your floor. They don't bite. It has obviously misplaced itself. But it doesn't belong in your home. Kill it? Many will. Help it get outside? Yes.
If the sick neglected dog commercials bug you, if the flys on the faces of little black kids in Africa bug you, you have compassion. Congratulations, you have arrived.
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Simon & Schuster is one of the world’s leading publishers and we are always looking for fresh new voices. Write a story, chapter, or essay about whatever you like. The 50 best entries will be announced by Prose and read by our editorial staff for consideration.
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Responsibility

I've heard that it is best to write about the things that you know. Stem your story from it. That gives it authenticity, believable content to capture your audience. Well, here's a bit of reading material that is mixed with known and considerable ideas, not a story.

Exhilarating is the mood as I watch the trees bend. I'm not sure how to shield the lighter for my cigarette.

I hear God's calls in the woods where I live. He says to write the following:

Why are the birds quiet and the hornets stay away just before a storm? 

There is meaning in The Wizard of Oz, Forest Gump and Dodge Ball. There is meaning in your life. There is meaning all around you. 

What should you do? Where should you live? How can you make ends meat? 

The instructions are in your soul that already knows. Note where you are geographically. Look at your age. Look at what you find interesting. Look at what your responsibilities are. Now that's the big one, responsibility. 

If you look at what you consider to be your responsibility you might call yourself a slacker as do most of us. Stop that undesirable behavior. Take on the challenge. Let your back get sore. Be responsible to your desires. Be responsible to others. 

What are you good at? 

One piece of advice I give to you is to focus on your ability to be patient. Wait. We train dogs to do it. Who doesn't love a kind patient dog? Was someone ever patient with you? How did it feel?

Pay attention to crows and ravens as they do carry messages. They say that change is coming. Not bad things, but that is possible. Just be aware they carry messages. 

One major thing that will sooth your sole is to care for an elderly person. The world is becoming full of them. It is natural to cough too much, choke on food, walk like a turtle, repeat worries and do nothing but stare at a TV all day, refusing an outing. Many of them are depressed, facing death, not sure of eternity or anything 'around the bend.' Sometimes abusive, they have nightmares of things undone and some are seemingly completely out of their minds. Love them. Reassure them. Help them. Cuz guess what..you will be them someday.

Educate yourself. What if Planet X is on the way? Why are the rich buying apartments underground? Is freedom of speech becoming a "no no?" 

There were many beautiful lives before us and scores of beings we haven't met yet. Yes I'm talking aliens.

Are we part of a heard of people kept in the dark and fed shit like mushrooms? I think so.

But that's just my opinion.

Bottom line, love people, own up to your responsibilities, and that includes all you baby daddys out there. Wrap it or pay for it for eighteen years. Don't take the money and run. Responsibility will heal your broken hearts. Stepping up to the plate and even accepting the chance you'll strike out is where happiness is. 

Your soulmate is out there looking for you too. You are not alone. 

Take time to search for mentors and accept help from them. Read their books. Read as much as you can. Even the directions on Hot Pockets. 

Trust that you will be enlightened and be happy. 

Remember the path to enlightenment is understanding responsibility. Tending to that, yields happiness.

Take baby steps to get where you want to be. Start doing dishes before you can be a waiter. 

Be a stage hand before you're on the stage.

Scoop the poop before you ride the horse.

You can do it.

To be enlightened is wonderful. Check out Victor Oddo. Get spiritual. Grow a spiritual spine. It will give you support and encourage you.

Never forget the old folks. Hopefully you'll be one, so old you can't pull your pants up and you fart in good company while someone is there to take care of your ass.

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Simon & Schuster is one of the world’s leading publishers and we are always looking for fresh new voices. Write a story, chapter, or essay about whatever you like. The 50 best entries will be announced by Prose and read by our editorial staff for consideration.
Written by DellaMetcalf in portal Simon & Schuster
Responsibility
I've heard that it is best to write about the things that you know. Stem your story from it. That gives it authenticity, believable content to capture your audience. Well, here's a bit of reading material that is mixed with known and considerable ideas, not a story.
Exhilarating is the mood as I watch the trees bend. I'm not sure how to shield the lighter for my cigarette.
I hear God's calls in the woods where I live. He says to write the following:

Why are the birds quiet and the hornets stay away just before a storm? 
There is meaning in The Wizard of Oz, Forest Gump and Dodge Ball. There is meaning in your life. There is meaning all around you. 
What should you do? Where should you live? How can you make ends meat? 
The instructions are in your soul that already knows. Note where you are geographically. Look at your age. Look at what you find interesting. Look at what your responsibilities are. Now that's the big one, responsibility. 
If you look at what you consider to be your responsibility you might call yourself a slacker as do most of us. Stop that undesirable behavior. Take on the challenge. Let your back get sore. Be responsible to your desires. Be responsible to others. 
What are you good at? 
One piece of advice I give to you is to focus on your ability to be patient. Wait. We train dogs to do it. Who doesn't love a kind patient dog? Was someone ever patient with you? How did it feel?
Pay attention to crows and ravens as they do carry messages. They say that change is coming. Not bad things, but that is possible. Just be aware they carry messages. 
One major thing that will sooth your sole is to care for an elderly person. The world is becoming full of them. It is natural to cough too much, choke on food, walk like a turtle, repeat worries and do nothing but stare at a TV all day, refusing an outing. Many of them are depressed, facing death, not sure of eternity or anything 'around the bend.' Sometimes abusive, they have nightmares of things undone and some are seemingly completely out of their minds. Love them. Reassure them. Help them. Cuz guess what..you will be them someday.
Educate yourself. What if Planet X is on the way? Why are the rich buying apartments underground? Is freedom of speech becoming a "no no?" 
There were many beautiful lives before us and scores of beings we haven't met yet. Yes I'm talking aliens.
Are we part of a heard of people kept in the dark and fed shit like mushrooms? I think so.
But that's just my opinion.
Bottom line, love people, own up to your responsibilities, and that includes all you baby daddys out there. Wrap it or pay for it for eighteen years. Don't take the money and run. Responsibility will heal your broken hearts. Stepping up to the plate and even accepting the chance you'll strike out is where happiness is. 
Your soulmate is out there looking for you too. You are not alone. 
Take time to search for mentors and accept help from them. Read their books. Read as much as you can. Even the directions on Hot Pockets. 
Trust that you will be enlightened and be happy. 
Remember the path to enlightenment is understanding responsibility. Tending to that, yields happiness.
Take baby steps to get where you want to be. Start doing dishes before you can be a waiter. 
Be a stage hand before you're on the stage.
Scoop the poop before you ride the horse.
You can do it.
To be enlightened is wonderful. Check out Victor Oddo. Get spiritual. Grow a spiritual spine. It will give you support and encourage you.
Never forget the old folks. Hopefully you'll be one, so old you can't pull your pants up and you fart in good company while someone is there to take care of your ass.


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This is a time of darkness, a time of despair, a time of chaos. It is the end of days, where God turns a blind eye and the Hell is turned into a frozen wasteland. It is the time everyone fears. Your future depends on this moment. In 100 words or less, write about the most dreaded time of our lives... Finals Week! AAAAAAAHHH!
Written by DellaMetcalf in portal Horror & Thriller

Final

My entire life on this exam

I really, really give a dam!

Did I waste my parents cash?

My looser ass is in the trash

Sweat appears upon my brow

Forgotten all my shit somehow!

Oh crap! Oh shit! exam in front

Of me anxiety's a cunt!

Oh hell I thought I knew some stuff

I might have even known enough

I might have even guessed some right

I think I see a shred of light

Not to pass my life is toasted

When and where will grades be posted!

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This is a time of darkness, a time of despair, a time of chaos. It is the end of days, where God turns a blind eye and the Hell is turned into a frozen wasteland. It is the time everyone fears. Your future depends on this moment. In 100 words or less, write about the most dreaded time of our lives... Finals Week! AAAAAAAHHH!
Written by DellaMetcalf in portal Horror & Thriller
Final
My entire life on this exam
I really, really give a dam!
Did I waste my parents cash?
My looser ass is in the trash
Sweat appears upon my brow
Forgotten all my shit somehow!
Oh crap! Oh shit! exam in front
Of me anxiety's a cunt!
Oh hell I thought I knew some stuff
I might have even known enough
I might have even guessed some right
I think I see a shred of light
Not to pass my life is toasted
When and where will grades be posted!


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It happened in the library...
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John

It happened in the library. We had to be quiet. We agreed to meet and study for the final exam amidst the reference books and all. Stacey sat down and flipped her hair back. I sat still arriving first, choosing the table at the back. Harold was serious about the study. He walked in slowly. Harold sat near Stacey and began to  point out the highlights of osmosis in liquids. There were books about osmosis in non-liquid form as well. 

We had books and notes all over the place. We were getting into it scientifically and philosophically, keeping the noise level down.

Then it happened. "John" walked out of the bookshelf. We could see through him. He sat and whispered, "Osmosis. Pass through a membrane. Go where there is more on the other side." 

Everyone left in a hurry. No one knew John.

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It happened in the library...
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John
It happened in the library. We had to be quiet. We agreed to meet and study for the final exam amidst the reference books and all. Stacey sat down and flipped her hair back. I sat still arriving first, choosing the table at the back. Harold was serious about the study. He walked in slowly. Harold sat near Stacey and began to  point out the highlights of osmosis in liquids. There were books about osmosis in non-liquid form as well. 
We had books and notes all over the place. We were getting into it scientifically and philosophically, keeping the noise level down.
Then it happened. "John" walked out of the bookshelf. We could see through him. He sat and whispered, "Osmosis. Pass through a membrane. Go where there is more on the other side." 
Everyone left in a hurry. No one knew John.
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Tell a story through a list: 1) It can be broken by numbers or bullet points or commas or something else. 2) It can be a collection or sequence or whatever you want. 3) Winner gets 50 coins.
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Tall Toilet

.  1.6 GPF (gallons per flush) 

.   Standard height 16" 

.   Replace plastic elevated seat

.   Off white, two piece 

.   Order "comfort height"

.   Elongated, wooho

.   Wax ring included

.   Seat not included

.   Seventy pounds of wrong size on front porch

.   Keep standard for upstairs

.   Spend more money, re-order

.   Frustrated

.   Bust out laughing

.   Determined to

.   Take pee and poo 

.   On tall toilet

.   Someday

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Tall Toilet
.  1.6 GPF (gallons per flush) 
.   Standard height 16" 
.   Replace plastic elevated seat
.   Off white, two piece 
.   Order "comfort height"
.   Elongated, wooho
.   Wax ring included
.   Seat not included
.   Seventy pounds of wrong size on front porch
.   Keep standard for upstairs
.   Spend more money, re-order
.   Frustrated
.   Bust out laughing
.   Determined to
.   Take pee and poo 
.   On tall toilet
.   Someday
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Gracie D.

She was a "level three" meaning staff was required to stay with her one on one. The reason was because at the nursing home her eighty-four year old self tried to pull a shelf down (including the TV on top) to kill herself. I am called in to sit with her.

She proceeds to tell me about her life. She was an only child and had no children. Her husband died. She lived alone until confusion and forgetfulness filled her reality. 

Suddenly Mexicans filled her home. They had a key and pulled her phone from the wall. Some of them acted as if they were caretakers offering to shower her. She refused!

She cannot remember how she was admitted to a nursing home. She said nurse assistants jerked her ninety-nine pound body around aggressively with no patience. She is concerned that the Mexicans are still in her home.

She is suicidal as she feels she's been stolen from and has out lived every one who ever really knew her. She feels like no one loves her or even cares. Southern Texas has it's problems.

Is she right? Is she delusional?

Who resides at 814 Lawson street, Jacksonville, TX.?

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Gracie D.
She was a "level three" meaning staff was required to stay with her one on one. The reason was because at the nursing home her eighty-four year old self tried to pull a shelf down (including the TV on top) to kill herself. I am called in to sit with her.
She proceeds to tell me about her life. She was an only child and had no children. Her husband died. She lived alone until confusion and forgetfulness filled her reality. 
Suddenly Mexicans filled her home. They had a key and pulled her phone from the wall. Some of them acted as if they were caretakers offering to shower her. She refused!
She cannot remember how she was admitted to a nursing home. She said nurse assistants jerked her ninety-nine pound body around aggressively with no patience. She is concerned that the Mexicans are still in her home.
She is suicidal as she feels she's been stolen from and has out lived every one who ever really knew her. She feels like no one loves her or even cares. Southern Texas has it's problems.
Is she right? Is she delusional?
Who resides at 814 Lawson street, Jacksonville, TX.?

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Write automatically and describe who you really are, without referencing your physical appearance, job, traits, ethics, possessions, achievements, beliefs or environment. And good luck with that ;)
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Della

I am a spiritual being as are you. I have a disposition as do you. I have a purpose as do you. Who am I implies I am perceived to be an entity, just like the ghosts that visit or stay in your dwelling. I have a body to live in, and hope the host, with my influence, treats it well so I can be who I really am in this plain.

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Della
I am a spiritual being as are you. I have a disposition as do you. I have a purpose as do you. Who am I implies I am perceived to be an entity, just like the ghosts that visit or stay in your dwelling. I have a body to live in, and hope the host, with my influence, treats it well so I can be who I really am in this plain.
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I Write

My first poem at eight years old was,.."There once was a lady Miss Miser. We think that we should disguise her. No wonder she's Miss, she's never been kissed, and I would never despise her." 

It went on from there. My marriage was falling apart. I wrote "Our last two pieces of Crystal" I wrote "The Nail" I wrote about the mending of my soul as if I knew the marriage had a closing time. It did. I write to challenge the hearts of the readers who just might make a change, just might do it, just might enroll if they were encouraged. I write so that people will feel human in their thoughts and doubts during self evaluations that we all experience from time to time. I write to teach. Some of us don't know their tears are connected to their heart in complicated ways I can't explain. I exclaim! We are human normal emotional beings! You are not alone during your frustrated insecure moments! I say, "Me fuckin' too." I write so that you can be entertained. I run down the halls at my work yelling, "snack time! White people and cheese!"

Laugh. Fart. Laugh.

You are not alone. I encourage you to write.

Della

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I Write
My first poem at eight years old was,.."There once was a lady Miss Miser. We think that we should disguise her. No wonder she's Miss, she's never been kissed, and I would never despise her." 
It went on from there. My marriage was falling apart. I wrote "Our last two pieces of Crystal" I wrote "The Nail" I wrote about the mending of my soul as if I knew the marriage had a closing time. It did. I write to challenge the hearts of the readers who just might make a change, just might do it, just might enroll if they were encouraged. I write so that people will feel human in their thoughts and doubts during self evaluations that we all experience from time to time. I write to teach. Some of us don't know their tears are connected to their heart in complicated ways I can't explain. I exclaim! We are human normal emotional beings! You are not alone during your frustrated insecure moments! I say, "Me fuckin' too." I write so that you can be entertained. I run down the halls at my work yelling, "snack time! White people and cheese!"
Laugh. Fart. Laugh.
You are not alone. I encourage you to write.
Della
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To Prosers

I have an app on my phone. It's inspirational quotes. I would challenge Prosers to write inspirational quotes... Ya'll are the heartbeat of inspirational quotes. Maybe it could be a new portal! Here's mine...

"Your boss is a human, excuse them"

"Some one out there feels your pain you just haven't met them"

"Your parents are trying, they fail class some times"

Stuff like that...

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To Prosers
I have an app on my phone. It's inspirational quotes. I would challenge Prosers to write inspirational quotes... Ya'll are the heartbeat of inspirational quotes. Maybe it could be a new portal! Here's mine...
"Your boss is a human, excuse them"
"Some one out there feels your pain you just haven't met them"
"Your parents are trying, they fail class some times"
Stuff like that...
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