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If you could send a message to someone who had died, what would you say?
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Where

You left me in the dark when you fell into the earth. Where are you?

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If you could send a message to someone who had died, what would you say?
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You left me in the dark when you fell into the earth. Where are you?
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Challenge of the Week #62: Tell us the story of Lucifer, where Lucifer is female. 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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Let's Make a Deal

I sat down at the table, she was at the other end. Her welcoming smile seemed to tell no lies and pulled me towards her like the opposite poles of a magnet. Her silky soft red hair was like that of a waterfall I had seen as a child. She was beautiful, enchanting and I couldn't look away, I didn't want to look away. I watched her mouth form the words,"Let's make a deal." I don't think I quite registered what she said till she snapped and thunder roared down on us. I look behind her as the lightning struck where a clear shadow of wings could be seen. She was an angel! An angel, I was being talked to by an angel! She cleared her threat and repeated, "Let's make a deal."

This time I responded, "What kind of deal?"

"I want something."

"What?"

"I want your soul."

"Why would I give your that?"

"For your father'ss life, I believe isss a fair exchange," she slithered.

"No one person's life is a fair exchange," I retorted, but in someways I didn't agree.

"Then what do you want?"

"I want—" what did I want? "—my family, everyone of them, to be sane and healthy."

"That's a lot to ask for."

"In exchange for my soul, I think not."

"Yes a soul is worth a lot, but I could get twice even quadruple this for way less."

"But I presume every soul is different and I bet mine is of pretty high cost."

"No, no it isn't, but I will accept your deal," as those words left her mouth a large contract appeared in front of me. Without a second thought I signed it. A sly smile spread her face when I rolled it back to her. "You don't know what you have done."

"And how would you know that... Lucy."

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Challenge of the Week #62: Tell us the story of Lucifer, where Lucifer is female. 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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Let's Make a Deal
I sat down at the table, she was at the other end. Her welcoming smile seemed to tell no lies and pulled me towards her like the opposite poles of a magnet. Her silky soft red hair was like that of a waterfall I had seen as a child. She was beautiful, enchanting and I couldn't look away, I didn't want to look away. I watched her mouth form the words,"Let's make a deal." I don't think I quite registered what she said till she snapped and thunder roared down on us. I look behind her as the lightning struck where a clear shadow of wings could be seen. She was an angel! An angel, I was being talked to by an angel! She cleared her threat and repeated, "Let's make a deal."
This time I responded, "What kind of deal?"
"I want something."
"What?"
"I want your soul."
"Why would I give your that?"
"For your father'ss life, I believe isss a fair exchange," she slithered.
"No one person's life is a fair exchange," I retorted, but in someways I didn't agree.
"Then what do you want?"
"I want—" what did I want? "—my family, everyone of them, to be sane and healthy."
"That's a lot to ask for."
"In exchange for my soul, I think not."
"Yes a soul is worth a lot, but I could get twice even quadruple this for way less."
"But I presume every soul is different and I bet mine is of pretty high cost."
"No, no it isn't, but I will accept your deal," as those words left her mouth a large contract appeared in front of me. Without a second thought I signed it. A sly smile spread her face when I rolled it back to her. "You don't know what you have done."
"And how would you know that... Lucy."
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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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Knife

I slit their throats and inhaled the smell of fresh death. My life was complete.

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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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Knife
I slit their throats and inhaled the smell of fresh death. My life was complete.
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Licking

Stop licking my ankle, Argus boy, it tickles. It really tickles stop. I didn't mean lick my foot instead.

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Licking
Stop licking my ankle, Argus boy, it tickles. It really tickles stop. I didn't mean lick my foot instead.
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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 Snowshoerabbit in portal Spoken Word

Listen

Speak words

Speak lies.

Let it flow

Let it die.

Stop now

Pause now.

Continue

Keep the flow.

Now wait

Just wait.

Listen now

You hear it.

That's all

That's gone.

The world's dead

The world's gone.

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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 Snowshoerabbit in portal Spoken Word
Listen
Speak words
Speak lies.
Let it flow
Let it die.

Stop now
Pause now.
Continue
Keep the flow.

Now wait
Just wait.
Listen now
You hear it.

That's all
That's gone.
The world's dead
The world's gone.
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First Chapter: Share a first chapter of an unfinished book, one perhaps, with the right feed back you might be motivated to finish. #FirstChapter
Written by Snowshoerabbit in portal Long-Form Prose

Daisi

She is not someone that people notice, not someone that you will notice. A year or two ago she wasn't alone but now she is. You could consider her the last. Not all magical beings go to schools, not all magical beings have more than one. No, she was the only one. There used to be four others, but no one knows what happened to them. Whatever happened to them she barely avoided. She knows she is alone. Her eyes with white pupils with a black outline.  And her irises were a dark purple She loves her eyes yet no one can see them so she changes them. So they are a normal eye, a green normal eye. Perhaps, that is why she never left her house after the incident, maybe she forgot. Forgot how to change her eyes.

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She sits on the couch in the small room in her small house, watching the TV continuing to make static noise. She never noticed that anymore, even after a year or two she was still empty. Maybe that was how most people acted after something as dramatic as what happened to her, or maybe they didn't. It wasn't like anyone ever checked on her, she had no family, no friends, she was completely alone in this world. She was only 20, but already throwing her life away. She used to wonder what her mom and dad were like, but ever since the incident she just stopped. The only thing she ever seemed to do was stare at the TV consumed by static just like her life.

She must have asked herself at one point if the incident was real or if she just imagined it all. She stood up suddenly falling to the ground, her legs had not been used for weeks maybe even months. She probably hadn't even eaten since the incident. She was strange like that. She pulled herself back up on wobbly legs and found her way into the kitchen. There she pulled out a weirdly fresh apple. She took a bite out of it right as her legs collapsed underneath her again. She began mumbling one sentence over and over again, "My name is Daisi. My name is Daisi. My name is Daisi." On the third time, she pulled herself back up and continued chewing on the apple making little impact with her weak teeth. She then found her way into a room covered in dust; a room no one would think she would dare go in again. She looked at the walls of the room covered in photos of all of them, her and the four others. A warm tear found its way down her face onto the dusty ground. The apple then fell to the ground with a clunk, disturbing a pile of papers with the impact. She began to move her arms in circular movements doing things you would think she wouldn't ever do again. A purple glimmer appeared slowly causing the room to be no longer visible then it was gone and so was the dust. The photos, the papers, the apple all gone. She stood there and cried, she had just done what she had been preparing herself to do for months. The walls turned the same dark purple as her eyes and a desk with a nice desktop appeared on the farthest wall. It was silent for once; the static of the TV was gone.

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First Chapter: Share a first chapter of an unfinished book, one perhaps, with the right feed back you might be motivated to finish. #FirstChapter
Written by Snowshoerabbit in portal Long-Form Prose
Daisi
She is not someone that people notice, not someone that you will notice. A year or two ago she wasn't alone but now she is. You could consider her the last. Not all magical beings go to schools, not all magical beings have more than one. No, she was the only one. There used to be four others, but no one knows what happened to them. Whatever happened to them she barely avoided. She knows she is alone. Her eyes with white pupils with a black outline.  And her irises were a dark purple She loves her eyes yet no one can see them so she changes them. So they are a normal eye, a green normal eye. Perhaps, that is why she never left her house after the incident, maybe she forgot. Forgot how to change her eyes.
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She sits on the couch in the small room in her small house, watching the TV continuing to make static noise. She never noticed that anymore, even after a year or two she was still empty. Maybe that was how most people acted after something as dramatic as what happened to her, or maybe they didn't. It wasn't like anyone ever checked on her, she had no family, no friends, she was completely alone in this world. She was only 20, but already throwing her life away. She used to wonder what her mom and dad were like, but ever since the incident she just stopped. The only thing she ever seemed to do was stare at the TV consumed by static just like her life.
She must have asked herself at one point if the incident was real or if she just imagined it all. She stood up suddenly falling to the ground, her legs had not been used for weeks maybe even months. She probably hadn't even eaten since the incident. She was strange like that. She pulled herself back up on wobbly legs and found her way into the kitchen. There she pulled out a weirdly fresh apple. She took a bite out of it right as her legs collapsed underneath her again. She began mumbling one sentence over and over again, "My name is Daisi. My name is Daisi. My name is Daisi." On the third time, she pulled herself back up and continued chewing on the apple making little impact with her weak teeth. She then found her way into a room covered in dust; a room no one would think she would dare go in again. She looked at the walls of the room covered in photos of all of them, her and the four others. A warm tear found its way down her face onto the dusty ground. The apple then fell to the ground with a clunk, disturbing a pile of papers with the impact. She began to move her arms in circular movements doing things you would think she wouldn't ever do again. A purple glimmer appeared slowly causing the room to be no longer visible then it was gone and so was the dust. The photos, the papers, the apple all gone. She stood there and cried, she had just done what she had been preparing herself to do for months. The walls turned the same dark purple as her eyes and a desk with a nice desktop appeared on the farthest wall. It was silent for once; the static of the TV was gone.
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Challenge of the Week #60: You have just discovered a new lifeform. Write a story of 200 words or more. 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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Doorstep

I sat quietly on the edge of my bed, I was waiting for the call. I had heard earlier from my cousin that my childhood pet had passed away, but no one had thought to contact me yet. My mom was nearing the end of her days also, not that she ever wanted to talk to me. Ever since my dad passed away the only person that wanted to contact me was my cousin, something about me being too much like him. In all honesty it wasn't much different then life when he was alive, life in my family was known for it's crazy amounts of solitude. I heard a faint buzzing from my bed. I picked up my phone, it was the office. Probably another call about how they have to drop a few more employees and how I had to go do it. I picked up the phone, "Hello Kate! We have an emergency! Come right awa—" it cut off. I wonder what could be such a big emergency that they had to call me at what— ten o'clock at night. I figured it must be something important, maybe we had finally found it. I scurried to get dressed and then jumped into my truck and drove towards the office as fast as I could, legally.

When I opened the door Oliver rushed over and practically dragged me towards the lab. "Wh— What is it Oliver?"

"It's here! It arrived!" He chanted excitedly.

"What? What Oliver?"

"The thing, the thing we've been looking for."

"The—"

"Yeah!" I couldn't help being excited, when Oliver was excited. I opened the door and walked in to see a… dog?

"Um guys? That's just a dog."

"Give it a second Kate, you'll see," Sam commented. I waited, and waited.

"It's still just a dog."

"I told you guys it would stop doing the thing when Kate got here," Eve muttered.

"What thing guys?"

"It was— It's doing it again," I watched as the so called dog became a cat.

"Did that thing? Did it just shape shift?!" I exclaimed.

"Yeah it did, we've seen it become several types of dogs and cats, but nothing else," Oliver explained.

"When did you get it?"

"Taylor here brought it in about two hours ago," Sam stated.

"Where'd you find it Taylor?"

"So I was in the Amazon's then I came home and it showed up at my doorstep," Taylor said.

"It just showed up at your doorstep?"

"Yup."

"Okay then..."

"So we were wondering what to do with it, and then we remembered you wanted a pet so—" Eve picked it up "—here's your new pet."

"So you guys all expect me to take home a mysterious creature, that might be super dangerous, at the drop of a hat." Everyone nodded. "Then you all know me very well." I picked up the thing and placed it in the cage and drove home. As I laid down to go to bed I heard a slight scream from my living room, but I had probably just left the TV on.

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Challenge of the Week #60: You have just discovered a new lifeform. Write a story of 200 words or more. 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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Doorstep
I sat quietly on the edge of my bed, I was waiting for the call. I had heard earlier from my cousin that my childhood pet had passed away, but no one had thought to contact me yet. My mom was nearing the end of her days also, not that she ever wanted to talk to me. Ever since my dad passed away the only person that wanted to contact me was my cousin, something about me being too much like him. In all honesty it wasn't much different then life when he was alive, life in my family was known for it's crazy amounts of solitude. I heard a faint buzzing from my bed. I picked up my phone, it was the office. Probably another call about how they have to drop a few more employees and how I had to go do it. I picked up the phone, "Hello Kate! We have an emergency! Come right awa—" it cut off. I wonder what could be such a big emergency that they had to call me at what— ten o'clock at night. I figured it must be something important, maybe we had finally found it. I scurried to get dressed and then jumped into my truck and drove towards the office as fast as I could, legally.
When I opened the door Oliver rushed over and practically dragged me towards the lab. "Wh— What is it Oliver?"
"It's here! It arrived!" He chanted excitedly.
"What? What Oliver?"
"The thing, the thing we've been looking for."
"The—"
"Yeah!" I couldn't help being excited, when Oliver was excited. I opened the door and walked in to see a… dog?
"Um guys? That's just a dog."
"Give it a second Kate, you'll see," Sam commented. I waited, and waited.
"It's still just a dog."
"I told you guys it would stop doing the thing when Kate got here," Eve muttered.
"What thing guys?"
"It was— It's doing it again," I watched as the so called dog became a cat.
"Did that thing? Did it just shape shift?!" I exclaimed.
"Yeah it did, we've seen it become several types of dogs and cats, but nothing else," Oliver explained.
"When did you get it?"
"Taylor here brought it in about two hours ago," Sam stated.
"Where'd you find it Taylor?"
"So I was in the Amazon's then I came home and it showed up at my doorstep," Taylor said.
"It just showed up at your doorstep?"
"Yup."
"Okay then..."
"So we were wondering what to do with it, and then we remembered you wanted a pet so—" Eve picked it up "—here's your new pet."
"So you guys all expect me to take home a mysterious creature, that might be super dangerous, at the drop of a hat." Everyone nodded. "Then you all know me very well." I picked up the thing and placed it in the cage and drove home. As I laid down to go to bed I heard a slight scream from my living room, but I had probably just left the TV on.
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If you could give anything to someone you care about or to who you think deserves it, what would it give them and why did you choose that particular person?
Written by Snowshoerabbit in portal Stream of Consciousness

Sanity

I would gift her with sanity, that all her mental problems to be washed away. We might not be friends anymore, but I still wish for her to get better. So I don't care if this sanity leaves her hating me or disliking me even more, I just want her to be able to live a normal life. Is that too much too ask?

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If you could give anything to someone you care about or to who you think deserves it, what would it give them and why did you choose that particular person?
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Sanity
I would gift her with sanity, that all her mental problems to be washed away. We might not be friends anymore, but I still wish for her to get better. So I don't care if this sanity leaves her hating me or disliking me even more, I just want her to be able to live a normal life. Is that too much too ask?
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Imagine you had just been unexpectedly killed by a bus on the street. Instead of dying, you wake up in a separate reality where you are a completely different person. You have the opportunity to be(create) a different sex/personality/religion/sexual orientation/handicap/superpower, whatever you can imagine yourself as. Who are you, and what kind of life have you been living in this separate reality?
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Power

I am a powerful and outgoing young women. Who just found the love of her life and is not afraid to marry her. I work as the mayor of the town I live in, but I keep my position by telling my people the truth. At night when I can't sleep I lend my psychic powers to those who need them most. Above all I'm always ready for the next challenge that knocks on my door.

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Imagine you had just been unexpectedly killed by a bus on the street. Instead of dying, you wake up in a separate reality where you are a completely different person. You have the opportunity to be(create) a different sex/personality/religion/sexual orientation/handicap/superpower, whatever you can imagine yourself as. Who are you, and what kind of life have you been living in this separate reality?
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Power
I am a powerful and outgoing young women. Who just found the love of her life and is not afraid to marry her. I work as the mayor of the town I live in, but I keep my position by telling my people the truth. At night when I can't sleep I lend my psychic powers to those who need them most. Above all I'm always ready for the next challenge that knocks on my door.
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In Adrian Barnes’ “Nod,” the apocalypse occurs over a month as 99% of the earth’s populace loses the ability to sleep and slowly goes insane. In Sandra Newman’s “The Country of Ice Cream Star,” the world is full of children because everyone above the age of 21 mysteriously dies. For my challenge, invent your own strange take on the end-of-the-world story. Tell a story set in an apocalypse never or rarely seen. 200 coins to the most original work :)
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F10AT1N9

I had heard rumors. We had all heard rumors. Of a mysterious disease sweeping across the world. It caused one to no longer be pulled down by gravity. People were just randomly floating away. It was just rumors, that was until a new girl came to school. I heard that one day when she was walking down the hallways she started floating towards the ceiling. The weirdest part was she didn't accept any of the helpful hands trying to pull her down, she avoided all of them. She just laid their on the ceiling. I didn't see any of this, of course, like everything in school this was just a rumor, an explanation, for why she disappeared. I didn't believe these rumors, there was no way for gravity to stop pulling one person down. Sure yeah, I might be laying on the ceiling right now. That doesn't mean any of this is real, it can't be. Sure my mom had floated to the ceiling and I had grabbed her hand, but I wasn't on the ceiling. I couldn't be, right?

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In Adrian Barnes’ “Nod,” the apocalypse occurs over a month as 99% of the earth’s populace loses the ability to sleep and slowly goes insane. In Sandra Newman’s “The Country of Ice Cream Star,” the world is full of children because everyone above the age of 21 mysteriously dies. For my challenge, invent your own strange take on the end-of-the-world story. Tell a story set in an apocalypse never or rarely seen. 200 coins to the most original work :)
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F10AT1N9
I had heard rumors. We had all heard rumors. Of a mysterious disease sweeping across the world. It caused one to no longer be pulled down by gravity. People were just randomly floating away. It was just rumors, that was until a new girl came to school. I heard that one day when she was walking down the hallways she started floating towards the ceiling. The weirdest part was she didn't accept any of the helpful hands trying to pull her down, she avoided all of them. She just laid their on the ceiling. I didn't see any of this, of course, like everything in school this was just a rumor, an explanation, for why she disappeared. I didn't believe these rumors, there was no way for gravity to stop pulling one person down. Sure yeah, I might be laying on the ceiling right now. That doesn't mean any of this is real, it can't be. Sure my mom had floated to the ceiling and I had grabbed her hand, but I wasn't on the ceiling. I couldn't be, right?
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