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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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Prose Challenge of the Week #32: Write a piece of micropoetry about regret. 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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Prose Challenge of the Week #27: Write a piece of micropoetry using the following word to inspire: “Farcical.” 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 hashtags #ProseChallenge & #Micropoetry
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Prose Challenge of the Week #26: Write the hottest story in ten words only. 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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Prose Challenge of the Week #25: Write a piece about cowardice. Minimum 10 words - Maximum 250 words. 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.
Feed Your Fire
I live with fear.
It congeals in my stomach like cold gravy,
and presses the air out of my lungs.
It freezes my blood until the shards of ice are ripping me apart from the inside out.
I carry the fear constantly.
It whispers soft lies into my ear,
and tries to convince me that
everything I am is not enough.
But the fear doesn't make me stop.
The words surge up, burning in my bones and
singing in my veins with a delicious heat.
I am more than the sum of my parts.
I am so much more.
The fear unravels before me
as my words ring out bold and clear.
The words force out the echoes of my past and
the whispered lies that rattle in my head.
I have found my voice, and the fear will find no friend in me.
I choose to be brave.
I choose to be heard.
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