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Prose Challenge of the Week #8
Good morning, Prosers.
It’s the eighth round of the Prose Challenge of the Week and this week we’re going to switch things up a little with our prompt. More on that in a second.
Last week saw a Lolita themed challenge prompt, and we want to take this opportunity to congratulate every single writer who entered. This challenge prompt was a difficult one by our own admission and we were absolutely stoked with your responses.
It is our duty as writers to challenge ourselves, to push our boundaries, and test our limits as creatives. We should endeavour to tackle sensitive and controversial subjects, nothing should be off-limits to our imagination.
We’ll move on to the winner of last week’s challenge after announcing the new challenge prompt:
Prose Challenge of the Week #8: Write a Haiku or Tanka about the supernatural. The winner will be chosen by Prose 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. Winner will receive $100.
On to the winner of last week's challenge, and the lucky recipient of $100. After reviewing all of the entries, and discussing as a team, the winner of the Prose Challenge of the Week #8 is @Sandflea with “Cause and Effect." She really pushed herself to write out of her comfort-zone, something stripped back and raw. Congratulations, we will be in contact shortly to organise transfer of your winnings.
Let's all get back to doing what we're best at. Writing.
Have a great week, Prosers.
Until next time...
Buoy of Life
I'm trapped under water and can’t pierce
the watery veil obscuring my vision
I can’t behold what I don’t want to heed
I don’t want to glimpse you swimming
in a different pond with a new mermaid
tears submerge my soul in deep drenching
I can’t absorb the flood of rough water
which waves and undulates toward me
trying to flush my refusal to acknowledge
the sodden storm encroaching on my sanity
if I look the other way, I’m not drowning
but when I am thoroughly water-logged
by your soggy saturation of my heart
the downpour will cease and I will survive
hanging on with desperation to the buoy of life.
OBLIVION
To the best of my recollection
but only when I can remember
what I had once forgotten
I reminisce that you once
were fun and games.
Are my memories just
little fleeting glances
of something that was stamped
in my mind but never really happened?
Did you ever dance the night away
with me then take me to your bed
impulsively in wild abandon and lust
pounding relentlessly into my flesh
again and again until I could take
no more or am I mistaken?
This figment of my imagination
is taking me away from you
as I fade into oblivion
and so do you.