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What is peace?
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What is peace?

What is peace?

Peace is a transition.

It's the calm before a storm, the in-between of endless wars, the still before the ripples, the silence before the noise, the moment when you're not sure if you're still dreaming.

Peace is relative, it's a comparison, a before and after picture.

It doesn't exist.

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What is peace?
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What is peace?
What is peace?
Peace is a transition.
It's the calm before a storm, the in-between of endless wars, the still before the ripples, the silence before the noise, the moment when you're not sure if you're still dreaming.
Peace is relative, it's a comparison, a before and after picture.
It doesn't exist.
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Write a short story about being trapped in a land full of monsters.
Written by LadyRB in portal Horror & Thriller

A land full of monsters

I squirmed for a bit in my seat, a sheen of sweat forming on my face. I slowly dabbed at my face, making a sort of show of it with a tissue-as though I were crying or something. The collar round my neck started getting hot...I tried loosening my tie...goddamn why did she make my tie so...freaking...tight. I swallowed dryly, my sandpapered tongue scratching away at my throat, leaving it red and raw. The clock ticked away, too fast, far too fast-and. It was time. I slowly stood up, and was directed into the other room along with the rest. You could see on their faces that their minds had been made up from the start, and it didn't take long. A decision was reached. Well almost. I still had to vote. And I...well no, I didn't agree with them. But the collar around my neck constricted, the room spun, I was sweating everywhere, I couldn't breathe, and I...I voted. The verdict was reached. The forms were signed. And we walked out, myself trailing in the back. And then I walked passed him. Him. I couldn't move. Grounded to the spot we just stared at each other. Someone was giving out instructions and someone else was telling me to move in the background, but all I could hear were the cries of the man I had just sentenced to the chair.

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Write a short story about being trapped in a land full of monsters.
Written by LadyRB in portal Horror & Thriller
A land full of monsters
I squirmed for a bit in my seat, a sheen of sweat forming on my face. I slowly dabbed at my face, making a sort of show of it with a tissue-as though I were crying or something. The collar round my neck started getting hot...I tried loosening my tie...goddamn why did she make my tie so...freaking...tight. I swallowed dryly, my sandpapered tongue scratching away at my throat, leaving it red and raw. The clock ticked away, too fast, far too fast-and. It was time. I slowly stood up, and was directed into the other room along with the rest. You could see on their faces that their minds had been made up from the start, and it didn't take long. A decision was reached. Well almost. I still had to vote. And I...well no, I didn't agree with them. But the collar around my neck constricted, the room spun, I was sweating everywhere, I couldn't breathe, and I...I voted. The verdict was reached. The forms were signed. And we walked out, myself trailing in the back. And then I walked passed him. Him. I couldn't move. Grounded to the spot we just stared at each other. Someone was giving out instructions and someone else was telling me to move in the background, but all I could hear were the cries of the man I had just sentenced to the chair.
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Short and sweet challenge. Write a story--a horror, thriller, drama, comedy,?tragedy, etc.--in 15 words. See how much impact you can make with such few words.
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Thriller in 15 words

My pace,

My breath,

My pulse,

Quickened.

But he was fast,

And I was not.

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Short and sweet challenge. Write a story--a horror, thriller, drama, comedy,?tragedy, etc.--in 15 words. See how much impact you can make with such few words.
Written by LadyRB
Thriller in 15 words
My pace,
My breath,
My pulse,
Quickened.
But he was fast,
And I was not.
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Hormones

The woman spoke in quiet, soothing tones.

She cooed softly to the man.

I had wandered into this room of the building, my broken glasses in one hand, my bleeding hand in the other-jagged glass still embedded in it.

At the door frame I could make out her figure. Her face was made up of soft planes, her body a shapeless lump covered by...a sun dress? Yes a sun dress, stretched tight across her belly. In fact...she appeared to be pregnant! At this point I began walking towards her, my hand wrapped in my t-shirt, maybe she would be able to get help? She didn't seem to notice me approaching, and I was about 5 feet away from her when I finally could see the man. He was bleeding profusely. The woman turned. A knife clutched in one hand dropping blood, the other pressed against her baby bump. The man's threat glistened, a shimmery mirage, and, paralyzed with fear, I fell to the ground. Right next to her husband.

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Hormones
The woman spoke in quiet, soothing tones.
She cooed softly to the man.
I had wandered into this room of the building, my broken glasses in one hand, my bleeding hand in the other-jagged glass still embedded in it.
At the door frame I could make out her figure. Her face was made up of soft planes, her body a shapeless lump covered by...a sun dress? Yes a sun dress, stretched tight across her belly. In fact...she appeared to be pregnant! At this point I began walking towards her, my hand wrapped in my t-shirt, maybe she would be able to get help? She didn't seem to notice me approaching, and I was about 5 feet away from her when I finally could see the man. He was bleeding profusely. The woman turned. A knife clutched in one hand dropping blood, the other pressed against her baby bump. The man's threat glistened, a shimmery mirage, and, paralyzed with fear, I fell to the ground. Right next to her husband.
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Try to write a poem or story based on the line "How does someone so loving learn to hate her own guts?"
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How do people love everyone but themselves?

When you love everyone and everything

And no one in your eyes can do wrong

When you lend your courage when others are afraid,

Your shoulder when they are weak,

And your heart when they are in pain

You'll find that you have nothing left for yourself.

Your heart is at maximum occupancy

And you need to find another to live in.

Just for a little while.

So when they kick you out

It hurts so much more.

Because there's still no room

In your own heart for you.

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Try to write a poem or story based on the line "How does someone so loving learn to hate her own guts?"
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How do people love everyone but themselves?
When you love everyone and everything
And no one in your eyes can do wrong
When you lend your courage when others are afraid,
Your shoulder when they are weak,
And your heart when they are in pain
You'll find that you have nothing left for yourself.

Your heart is at maximum occupancy
And you need to find another to live in.

Just for a little while.

So when they kick you out
It hurts so much more.

Because there's still no room
In your own heart for you.
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Write what you want to do when you grow up or what you do. Maybe even a dream you had.
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What I want to be when I grow up

"When you grow up what do you want to be?"

Since you're five years old it's one of the first things you're asked, right after "what's your name?" And "how old are you?".

And I used to have answers.

And it doesn't matter what all those answers were. None of them are permanent at that age. But as I grew older I decided that I wanted to be a lawyer and then a politician. I wanted to make the country a better place and then I wanted to be president so that I could make the world a better place. That's a distant dream now though.

I don't want money, I don't want success, I don't want everyone to know my name, I don't want fulfillment, and I don't want glory. Right now, all I want is to be happy. When I'm asked what I want to be I still reply with "a lawyer, then a politician." But when I look to the future all I can see is me. Finally happy. That's my dream. And maybe one day I will be a lawyer and I will be president and I will make the country and then the world a better place. But right now, all I want to be is happy.

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Write what you want to do when you grow up or what you do. Maybe even a dream you had.
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What I want to be when I grow up
"When you grow up what do you want to be?"
Since you're five years old it's one of the first things you're asked, right after "what's your name?" And "how old are you?".
And I used to have answers.
And it doesn't matter what all those answers were. None of them are permanent at that age. But as I grew older I decided that I wanted to be a lawyer and then a politician. I wanted to make the country a better place and then I wanted to be president so that I could make the world a better place. That's a distant dream now though.
I don't want money, I don't want success, I don't want everyone to know my name, I don't want fulfillment, and I don't want glory. Right now, all I want is to be happy. When I'm asked what I want to be I still reply with "a lawyer, then a politician." But when I look to the future all I can see is me. Finally happy. That's my dream. And maybe one day I will be a lawyer and I will be president and I will make the country and then the world a better place. But right now, all I want to be is happy.
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Is my depression gone?

Do you ever feel so tired, but you don't want to sleep?

And you just cannot cry.

So over, but you don't want to die.

And I wonder if I'm cured.

Is this how everyone else feels?

I'm not sad.

But I'm not happy either.

If there's a middle ground then there I am.

A thin line where eyes tear but cannot spill,

And you can blast your music and still not feel.

You want to cut but don't care enough to even do that.

All I can feel is guilt.

Because I miss being able to cry. I miss feeling hopeless, lonely, and hopelessly lonely.

It's better than this.

Or maybe this is how life really is.

Maybe I should content myself to walk around as a shell.

And I can store as much as I want in it.

But it'll never be permanent.

I can fill it with emotions I don't really feel and behaviors that aren't really mine.

But they'll always leave.

And I'll be left empty again.

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Written by LadyRB
Is my depression gone?
Do you ever feel so tired, but you don't want to sleep?
And you just cannot cry.
So over, but you don't want to die.
And I wonder if I'm cured.
Is this how everyone else feels?
I'm not sad.
But I'm not happy either.
If there's a middle ground then there I am.
A thin line where eyes tear but cannot spill,
And you can blast your music and still not feel.
You want to cut but don't care enough to even do that.
All I can feel is guilt.
Because I miss being able to cry. I miss feeling hopeless, lonely, and hopelessly lonely.
It's better than this.
Or maybe this is how life really is.
Maybe I should content myself to walk around as a shell.
And I can store as much as I want in it.
But it'll never be permanent.
I can fill it with emotions I don't really feel and behaviors that aren't really mine.
But they'll always leave.
And I'll be left empty again.
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"I was young and stupid." Fiction or fact, no one would know. Write in any genre. 5-50 words only!
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Young and stupid and wonderful

I was young and stupid.

Correction:

I am young and stupid.

But there's something wonderfully beautiful about being so naivë. It means you get hurt easily, it means you fall too hard-it means you love easily, it means you fly too far.

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"I was young and stupid." Fiction or fact, no one would know. Write in any genre. 5-50 words only!
Written by LadyRB
Young and stupid and wonderful
I was young and stupid.
Correction:
I am young and stupid.
But there's something wonderfully beautiful about being so naivë. It means you get hurt easily, it means you fall too hard-it means you love easily, it means you fly too far.
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Challenge of the Week #61: Write a piece of flash fiction about rejection. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $100. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
Written by LadyRB

The worst type of rejection

"Wow. Ok so it's going to be like this then? Ok fine. You know what? Screw you. I don't need you, screw you. I've been trying to make this work for what feels like ages and...and I'm just done! I'm done trying! Does that make you happy you piece of s***? You're full of crap I don't even know why I care so much. You took everything from me, that's all you do isn't it? You just take, take take, take. And I'm just supposed to expect nothing in return? I HAVE NEEDS! I JUST WANT SOME DAMN RESPECT! IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK? IS THAT TOO MUCH TO FREAKING ASK? I want you to respect me, I want you to respect my money. I worked hard for that s*** ok? Who are you to just take it like that? And I ain't ever getting it back am I? Do you enjoy taking advantage of poor girls like me? Makes you feel real good about yourself doesn't it? But you ain't no human, you're a machine. You have no heart. You freaking got no heart! And you just looked too damn perfect and I believed in you. I believed in you. I could've picked another, but I picked YOU. I just feel so betrayed...I feel cheated, lied to, and...rejected. Screw you ok? Screw you!"

I watched in a sort of awed silence as the girl shouted all sorts of abuses, ending in a swift kick. When she looked like she was about to cry I finally interjected, "Ma'am, you know there's another vending machine upstairs right?"

"But it's out of the Nacho Cheese Doritos! Besides, this machine already took my money and is STILL saying that it has rejected my payment. UGHHH I just wanted some Doritos...."

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Challenge of the Week #61: Write a piece of flash fiction about rejection. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $100. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
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The worst type of rejection
"Wow. Ok so it's going to be like this then? Ok fine. You know what? Screw you. I don't need you, screw you. I've been trying to make this work for what feels like ages and...and I'm just done! I'm done trying! Does that make you happy you piece of s***? You're full of crap I don't even know why I care so much. You took everything from me, that's all you do isn't it? You just take, take take, take. And I'm just supposed to expect nothing in return? I HAVE NEEDS! I JUST WANT SOME DAMN RESPECT! IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK? IS THAT TOO MUCH TO FREAKING ASK? I want you to respect me, I want you to respect my money. I worked hard for that s*** ok? Who are you to just take it like that? And I ain't ever getting it back am I? Do you enjoy taking advantage of poor girls like me? Makes you feel real good about yourself doesn't it? But you ain't no human, you're a machine. You have no heart. You freaking got no heart! And you just looked too damn perfect and I believed in you. I believed in you. I could've picked another, but I picked YOU. I just feel so betrayed...I feel cheated, lied to, and...rejected. Screw you ok? Screw you!"

I watched in a sort of awed silence as the girl shouted all sorts of abuses, ending in a swift kick. When she looked like she was about to cry I finally interjected, "Ma'am, you know there's another vending machine upstairs right?"

"But it's out of the Nacho Cheese Doritos! Besides, this machine already took my money and is STILL saying that it has rejected my payment. UGHHH I just wanted some Doritos...."
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Write a piece on any theme or subject in any format you like with only one proviso - it must be written with the express intent and purpose to be read aloud - so rhythm, sound, cadence, meter (yes even in a prose piece) are what are important here. Use punctuation as it is meant to be used, to inform the reader of short breaks (commas and semi-colons) or longer breaks (full stops). Use sentence or line length to dictate pace. Think about the sound of the words. Have fun. Tag Me
Written by LadyRB in portal Spoken Word

Life's not stagnant

You know what's

Real funny about life?

It isn't stagnant.

It's always moving

And you need to

Move with it.

Or get left behind.

And you seem to

Lose track of time.

Just stuck

-stuck in your own mind.

And you fall off the tracks

And you stray from the trail.

You are the train

That just got derailed.

Carve your own path?

Well find your own knife!

And once you start-

Don't think twice.

If indecision's a vice,

You surely must be

The king of sin.

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Write a piece on any theme or subject in any format you like with only one proviso - it must be written with the express intent and purpose to be read aloud - so rhythm, sound, cadence, meter (yes even in a prose piece) are what are important here. Use punctuation as it is meant to be used, to inform the reader of short breaks (commas and semi-colons) or longer breaks (full stops). Use sentence or line length to dictate pace. Think about the sound of the words. Have fun. Tag Me
Written by LadyRB in portal Spoken Word
Life's not stagnant
You know what's
Real funny about life?
It isn't stagnant.
It's always moving
And you need to
Move with it.
Or get left behind.
And you seem to
Lose track of time.
Just stuck
-stuck in your own mind.
And you fall off the tracks
And you stray from the trail.
You are the train
That just got derailed.
Carve your own path?
Well find your own knife!
And once you start-
Don't think twice.
If indecision's a vice,
You surely must be
The king of sin.


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