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You have the power to manipulate reality, what would you do?
Written by Snowshoerabbit in portal Fantasy

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You have the power to manipulate reality, what would you do?
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CotW #65: Write a story about infidelity. The most eloquent, elegant, entertaining entry, ascertained by Prose, earns $100 and stays atop the Spotlight shelf for six straight days. Feel free to invite friends, distant family, even strange acquaintances to play this challenge with you anonymously. Please use #ProseChallenge #itslit for sharing online.
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They Rhyme for a Reason

Stupidity

Infidelity

They rhyme for a reason.

Unfaithfulness

Not really painless

For either side of it.

Disloyalty

Again honestly

Do you even see my side?

I don't get it

How I fell for it

You never told the truth.

I am falling

And you're just lying

I do not even know why.

I already know

I followed the show

The clear foreshadowing.

You cannot lie

I have seen you try

It is all too perfect.

I have seen them

And I can't overcome

How selfish they must be.

And I do not understand it

Honestly why

Why did you take the vow

If you weren't going to keep it

Why did you swear over your life to me

When you planned to kill me inside

"In sickness and health"

Apparently that does not matter to you

You forgot the aisle

The best man and the maid of honor

The parents watching

"You may kiss the bride"

And we kissed with passion

And now when we do

It is empty

I still don't understand why

Was I not perfect enough?

Was I not nice enough?

Were our two children not good enough?

I bet you did not think of Michael and Lil

When you kissed that—

Maybe you can't comprehend English

Wait no

You clearly do

Maybe in "your country"

One has multiple partners

But your from the United States

and so am I

So I wonder why

You felt like you could?

Stupidity

Infidelity

They rhyme for a reason.

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CotW #65: Write a story about infidelity. The most eloquent, elegant, entertaining entry, ascertained by Prose, earns $100 and stays atop the Spotlight shelf for six straight days. Feel free to invite friends, distant family, even strange acquaintances to play this challenge with you anonymously. Please use #ProseChallenge #itslit for sharing online.
Written by Snowshoerabbit
They Rhyme for a Reason
Stupidity
Infidelity
They rhyme for a reason.

Unfaithfulness
Not really painless
For either side of it.

Disloyalty
Again honestly
Do you even see my side?

I don't get it
How I fell for it
You never told the truth.

I am falling
And you're just lying
I do not even know why.

I already know
I followed the show
The clear foreshadowing.

You cannot lie
I have seen you try
It is all too perfect.

I have seen them
And I can't overcome
How selfish they must be.

And I do not understand it
Honestly why
Why did you take the vow
If you weren't going to keep it
Why did you swear over your life to me
When you planned to kill me inside
"In sickness and health"
Apparently that does not matter to you
You forgot the aisle
The best man and the maid of honor
The parents watching
"You may kiss the bride"
And we kissed with passion
And now when we do
It is empty
I still don't understand why
Was I not perfect enough?
Was I not nice enough?
Were our two children not good enough?
I bet you did not think of Michael and Lil
When you kissed that—
Maybe you can't comprehend English
Wait no
You clearly do
Maybe in "your country"
One has multiple partners
But your from the United States
and so am I
So I wonder why
You felt like you could?

Stupidity
Infidelity
They rhyme for a reason.

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The Name Game

I walked down the hallway when Misha waved at me. I blushed, god, Misha was cute. I sat down at lunch and Blaine slid in next to me, a smirk smile on their face. "What is it today Blaine?"

"I finally successfully pranked Logan! You should have seen the look on Logan's face when they closed their eyes to kiss me and kissed Dylan in front of the entire class."

"Why was Logan trying to kiss you in the first place?" Blaine winked and started opening a bag of chips. I watched as Logan came to sit down, head bent down in shame, but one could still see the bright red in their skin. "I heard you had a rather interesting class last period," I commented.

"I don't want to talk about it," Logan mumbled.

"Not a problem, Blaine already told the whole story."

"I doubt it, probably left out the part when Blaine tripped over air and landed on their own face."

"I did not!" Blaine shouted, who's face now matched the strawberry in Logan's right hand. "At least I didn't kiss Dylan."

"Yeah, I kissed Dylan, but Dylan is a pretty good kisser if I do say so myself."

"I always love compliments," Dylan said sitting down two sets away from Logan. Logan, then, ran out of the cafeteria, but didn't make it far before the "cafeteria patrol" caught up and threw Logan back in the cafeteria.

"Has anybody seen Quinn?" I asked, completely ignoring the look on Logan's face.

"I thought Quinn had lunch later," commented Dylan.

"Usually, but they have some sort of test today and supposedly Quinn is sitting with us."

Blaine added, "Oh, Quinn didn't tell you? They pushed the test back to Thursday."

"Oh, Quinn, must have forgotten to tell me."

I looked up and saw Misha walking towards the table, they combed their hair back while they asked, "Um... are any of you in Geometry?"

Nervously I replied, "I am."

They suddenly smiled and responded rather excitedly, "Oh good! I was wondering if you could help me with the homework."

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Written by Snowshoerabbit in portal Fiction
The Name Game
I walked down the hallway when Misha waved at me. I blushed, god, Misha was cute. I sat down at lunch and Blaine slid in next to me, a smirk smile on their face. "What is it today Blaine?"
"I finally successfully pranked Logan! You should have seen the look on Logan's face when they closed their eyes to kiss me and kissed Dylan in front of the entire class."
"Why was Logan trying to kiss you in the first place?" Blaine winked and started opening a bag of chips. I watched as Logan came to sit down, head bent down in shame, but one could still see the bright red in their skin. "I heard you had a rather interesting class last period," I commented.
"I don't want to talk about it," Logan mumbled.
"Not a problem, Blaine already told the whole story."
"I doubt it, probably left out the part when Blaine tripped over air and landed on their own face."
"I did not!" Blaine shouted, who's face now matched the strawberry in Logan's right hand. "At least I didn't kiss Dylan."
"Yeah, I kissed Dylan, but Dylan is a pretty good kisser if I do say so myself."
"I always love compliments," Dylan said sitting down two sets away from Logan. Logan, then, ran out of the cafeteria, but didn't make it far before the "cafeteria patrol" caught up and threw Logan back in the cafeteria.
"Has anybody seen Quinn?" I asked, completely ignoring the look on Logan's face.
"I thought Quinn had lunch later," commented Dylan.
"Usually, but they have some sort of test today and supposedly Quinn is sitting with us."
Blaine added, "Oh, Quinn didn't tell you? They pushed the test back to Thursday."
"Oh, Quinn, must have forgotten to tell me."
I looked up and saw Misha walking towards the table, they combed their hair back while they asked, "Um... are any of you in Geometry?"
Nervously I replied, "I am."
They suddenly smiled and responded rather excitedly, "Oh good! I was wondering if you could help me with the homework."

•••
Now here is an interesting question what genders were all the characters?
#names  #name  #game  #think 
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Love Poem Challenge - Let's Test The New Challenge Abilities
Written by Snowshoerabbit in portal Poetry & Free Verse

I'm Sorry, I Really Do Love You

I can say I love you

But that would be a lie

For I really hate you

But that is a lie too.

And I guess I'll hurt you

When I start the next lie

But I really love you

But that feels like one too.

So I am sorry to you

For this very next lie

I honestly hate you

I know you hate me too.

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Love Poem Challenge - Let's Test The New Challenge Abilities
Written by Snowshoerabbit in portal Poetry & Free Verse
I'm Sorry, I Really Do Love You
I can say I love you
But that would be a lie
For I really hate you
But that is a lie too.

And I guess I'll hurt you
When I start the next lie
But I really love you
But that feels like one too.

So I am sorry to you
For this very next lie
I honestly hate you
I know you hate me too.
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Write a poem using the words "remember" and "forget" at least once, with one at the beginning and one near the end.
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Can't

I forgot

I'm confused

I can touch

But I can't

I can feel

But I can't

I forgot

I truly have

And I can't

Remember

What.

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Write a poem using the words "remember" and "forget" at least once, with one at the beginning and one near the end.
Written by Snowshoerabbit in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Can't
I forgot
I'm confused
I can touch
But I can't
I can feel
But I can't
I forgot
I truly have
And I can't
Remember
What.
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In 15 words tell me why you write
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Death

If I don't my mind will leave my body and watch my body die alone.

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If I don't my mind will leave my body and watch my body die alone.
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Written by Snowshoerabbit in portal Novel Writing

Finishing a Book

I finished this one book series a few minutes ago and I just started breaking down in tears. I'm not one to become extremely emotionally attached to fictional characters either. It might have something to do with being an author. I think it has taught me that even though I'm reading about them on a page and I will never meet them in real life, they are in fact real. They are real because I believe in them. Their pain is mine, their victories are mine. I share in their struggle and joy. I feel the bittersweet ending and I beg for more. It's like someone tried to stab you in the heart, but missed. Now you'll be bleeding out slowly, dying slowly. Books do that to you. They kill you. They suck you in, then suck you of your emotions and life source. Books are a savior and a curse.

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Written by Snowshoerabbit in portal Novel Writing
Finishing a Book
I finished this one book series a few minutes ago and I just started breaking down in tears. I'm not one to become extremely emotionally attached to fictional characters either. It might have something to do with being an author. I think it has taught me that even though I'm reading about them on a page and I will never meet them in real life, they are in fact real. They are real because I believe in them. Their pain is mine, their victories are mine. I share in their struggle and joy. I feel the bittersweet ending and I beg for more. It's like someone tried to stab you in the heart, but missed. Now you'll be bleeding out slowly, dying slowly. Books do that to you. They kill you. They suck you in, then suck you of your emotions and life source. Books are a savior and a curse.
#book  #emotion  #tears  #stabbed 
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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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Dreaming

1. She walked into a store

2. She picked up a can of soup

3. The soup exploded

4. She found herself in space

5. An alien named Marv gave her a tour

6. Marv tried to eat her

7. She barely escaped with buffalo tail

8. She wonders how she got here

9. Blob the blob appears and grants her a wish

10. She wishes for no more buffalo tails

11. She questions why there are buffalo wings when buffalo don't have wings

12. Blob doesn't care

13. Fireworks go off

14. Her legs explode

15. She continues walking without legs

16. She finds herself in her childhood home

17. Her mom has a foot for a head

18. Her dad is eating his tail

19. She wonders what's going on

20. She wakes up

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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.
Written by Snowshoerabbit
Dreaming
1. She walked into a store
2. She picked up a can of soup
3. The soup exploded
4. She found herself in space
5. An alien named Marv gave her a tour
6. Marv tried to eat her
7. She barely escaped with buffalo tail
8. She wonders how she got here
9. Blob the blob appears and grants her a wish
10. She wishes for no more buffalo tails
11. She questions why there are buffalo wings when buffalo don't have wings
12. Blob doesn't care
13. Fireworks go off
14. Her legs explode
15. She continues walking without legs
16. She finds herself in her childhood home
17. Her mom has a foot for a head
18. Her dad is eating his tail
19. She wonders what's going on
20. She wakes up
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CotW #64: Write about the most hilarious thing you have ever witnessed. The most eloquent, elegant, entertaining entry, ascertained by Prose, earns $100 and stays atop the Spotlight shelf for six straight days. Feel free to invite friends, distant family, even strange acquaintances to play this challenge with you anonymously. Please use #ProseChallenge #itslit for sharing online.
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Laughter

I sat still, my mouth quivering and my brain everywhere. The hardest part of being a sibling is trying not to laugh at the others stupid jokes. It's something no one would expect to be so hard. It's like an itch on your nose that you get right after being told not to move. You so badly want to let out the laughter, but you can't let them know you find their joke funny. The worst part is when it's not even slightly funny and you really want to mock them by not laughing, but that thought causes you to erupt. That's when my mouth opened and I couldn't stop it. My stomach began to hurt, and the breath escaped my lungs. I tried to look up and see what kind of reaction she was giving me. And there she was just staring at me, like something was severely wrong with me. She had told a joke hadn't she? Then suddenly the look on her face dissolved, she had only been acting. She was laughing too, now, barely able to stay in her chair. I was never less clutching my stomach trying to dismiss the joyful pains of the laughter. I tried to speak, but all that came out was more laughter. Which consequently only made her laugh harder. Then she tried to speak getting out two words before my laughter caused her to start laughing again. I sucked in a deep breath and started speaking, but the laughter consumed me once again. At this point neither of us could even remember what we had been laughing about in the first place, but who cared. We were happy, even if we were both about to die of laughter. We were happy.

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CotW #64: Write about the most hilarious thing you have ever witnessed. The most eloquent, elegant, entertaining entry, ascertained by Prose, earns $100 and stays atop the Spotlight shelf for six straight days. Feel free to invite friends, distant family, even strange acquaintances to play this challenge with you anonymously. Please use #ProseChallenge #itslit for sharing online.
Written by Snowshoerabbit
Laughter
I sat still, my mouth quivering and my brain everywhere. The hardest part of being a sibling is trying not to laugh at the others stupid jokes. It's something no one would expect to be so hard. It's like an itch on your nose that you get right after being told not to move. You so badly want to let out the laughter, but you can't let them know you find their joke funny. The worst part is when it's not even slightly funny and you really want to mock them by not laughing, but that thought causes you to erupt. That's when my mouth opened and I couldn't stop it. My stomach began to hurt, and the breath escaped my lungs. I tried to look up and see what kind of reaction she was giving me. And there she was just staring at me, like something was severely wrong with me. She had told a joke hadn't she? Then suddenly the look on her face dissolved, she had only been acting. She was laughing too, now, barely able to stay in her chair. I was never less clutching my stomach trying to dismiss the joyful pains of the laughter. I tried to speak, but all that came out was more laughter. Which consequently only made her laugh harder. Then she tried to speak getting out two words before my laughter caused her to start laughing again. I sucked in a deep breath and started speaking, but the laughter consumed me once again. At this point neither of us could even remember what we had been laughing about in the first place, but who cared. We were happy, even if we were both about to die of laughter. We were happy.
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To celebrate the release of my new book, I am inviting you all to participate in a contest. The concept: Explore a person's struggle to come to terms with a strange, sinister, or surreal reality. This is a broad theme to encourage you to be as creative as you choose. Flash and full length stories welcome in horror, fantasy, surreal, or any hybrid genres. The only rule: Prose fiction only. Three winners will be chosen, who will receive 2000, 1000, or 500 coins + a signed copy of my collection.
Written by Snowshoerabbit in portal Fiction

Emptiness

Everything was — everything was gone. Yes — yes, everything was gone. Mother, Father, Milly, and Brandon were all gone. Uncle Jamie and Aunt Barb were gone. Oc — Octavia was gone. Everyone, no one was left. It was just me now. Just me and and an endless plain of black. Just me and this emptiness. Whatever this emptiness was. There were eight billion people, eight billion, and every single on of them was gone, it was just me. There were billions of animals, each and every one of them gone. Nothing was left. No food, no water, no shelter. Heck, would I need any of that wherever I was. It seemed like I was floating on nothing, there was nothing below me, nothing above. A single gray dot could be seen in the distance and I realized I was already treading towards it. It could be hours before I reached it, who knew how time worked here. There were no scientists to examine this place, no writers to make up worlds here. No inventors, no teachers, it was just me. The more I said it, the more I felt it, the weight on my shoulders that seems to push me down. The gray dot in the distance grew bigger and bigger until the shape was visible. It looked like — no it couldn't be — a gun. I ran, but no more speed was gained. Finally I reached it. I bent down and felt the cold metal against my hands. I held it out testing the weight in my hands. It would be so easy, so easy to end it. There was nothing here, there was no purpose being here. Then, without another moment of hesitation, I brought it to my head and shot. The world around me disappeared fading to white.

I opened my eyes, blinking, and saw their faces... all of them.

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To celebrate the release of my new book, I am inviting you all to participate in a contest. The concept: Explore a person's struggle to come to terms with a strange, sinister, or surreal reality. This is a broad theme to encourage you to be as creative as you choose. Flash and full length stories welcome in horror, fantasy, surreal, or any hybrid genres. The only rule: Prose fiction only. Three winners will be chosen, who will receive 2000, 1000, or 500 coins + a signed copy of my collection.
Written by Snowshoerabbit in portal Fiction
Emptiness
Everything was — everything was gone. Yes — yes, everything was gone. Mother, Father, Milly, and Brandon were all gone. Uncle Jamie and Aunt Barb were gone. Oc — Octavia was gone. Everyone, no one was left. It was just me now. Just me and and an endless plain of black. Just me and this emptiness. Whatever this emptiness was. There were eight billion people, eight billion, and every single on of them was gone, it was just me. There were billions of animals, each and every one of them gone. Nothing was left. No food, no water, no shelter. Heck, would I need any of that wherever I was. It seemed like I was floating on nothing, there was nothing below me, nothing above. A single gray dot could be seen in the distance and I realized I was already treading towards it. It could be hours before I reached it, who knew how time worked here. There were no scientists to examine this place, no writers to make up worlds here. No inventors, no teachers, it was just me. The more I said it, the more I felt it, the weight on my shoulders that seems to push me down. The gray dot in the distance grew bigger and bigger until the shape was visible. It looked like — no it couldn't be — a gun. I ran, but no more speed was gained. Finally I reached it. I bent down and felt the cold metal against my hands. I held it out testing the weight in my hands. It would be so easy, so easy to end it. There was nothing here, there was no purpose being here. Then, without another moment of hesitation, I brought it to my head and shot. The world around me disappeared fading to white.
I opened my eyes, blinking, and saw their faces... all of them.
#death  #alone  #end  #realization 
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