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Wonder Woman arrives in theaters. Write a micropoem about the Amazonian Princess.
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Oh, Woman of Wonder

Thou fairest of Amazons,

Oh, Diana, Princess from afar,

with your bustier of eagle

and bottom of stars.

You show might like Clark Kent,

yet look a model like Gisele,

struttin' your stuff

while givin' them hell.

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Written by Tee_Hi in portal Micropoetry
Oh, Woman of Wonder
Thou fairest of Amazons,
Oh, Diana, Princess from afar,
with your bustier of eagle
and bottom of stars.

You show might like Clark Kent,
yet look a model like Gisele,
struttin' your stuff
while givin' them hell.
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Write any piece of literary work that breaks as many writing "rules" as possible! Don't forget to tag me @HashtagFiction so I can read!
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my Weak End, at ohio

So, this passed friday. I wented 2 ohio for my Daughters her graduation and um. bridal shower their. I left on friday afternoon and taked the 4 o'clock MegaBus they're no thats not right I actually was supposed to take the 4pm. Bus. But it was late so I took the bus when it finally arrived at 430pm and even thin it didnt leave til 430pm

and then it drived slow and than we stopped at a rest stop and The driver told us we has 20 minutes too shop but it is 45 minutes before he pulled off and the he drived slow again and it took a thousand & 5 years to get there and then by the time we got to Cleveland it was actually 130 in the am when the bus. Was supposed to have arrived at 1150pm So it was over a hour and an half late and so i off i blew steam out my ears and I barely gotted any sleep since we getted up at 815am to ready for the shower but i had tosseded and turneded alot during the night so i actually only had about 4hrs of sleep strate and then a coupl'a hours off sleep? Of and on. but then my daughter, she woked Me and said's your gonna b late if you keep sleepin so i getted up.

Sowefinallygotup on saturday and went to the shower and it were alot of fun -- we drinked mimosas and eated pulled pork sammiches like there was no tomorrow and fresh fruit and ated some Cupcakes. Two! and at the shower we also played games too as well and also i wonned one of the games but thats not important cuz it how you play the game that counts. and the prize was a banana bread loaf and we played Clue butt i didnt when that game cuz my daughter, she did, Then after the shower we wented back to the house & I tooked a nap since I (had barely gotted any)

sleep that nite befour. And after the nap I and my daughter and her's boyfriend went to a place that were called The think box and they gived me a tower of the. place. i gots to see the woodwoking are a and the metleworking place and i even taked sum scraps. with me. so thened we went back to the townhome and just stayed up

and eated and talk til abouts [3] in the am So then we woked up on sundae and whilst my daughter and her's bf went to Bible study i stayed bhind and wash the dishes and taked my shower & call my bf and then when. they got back? we drived to the gradiation. the gradu'ation were good and i was {sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo proud of} her win she walkeded acrossed the stage and i screamt and yellt my head off like it were the end of the world when she did and off. course i tooked some good pitchers? two. then sundae nightwe went out to eat and the Food was sooooooo well and i eated tilled i was bout too burst" but i didnt burst so that was well also too And. every body had a gooded thyme and thend we wentd back to the home (and so. that was the end of] sunday.

oh weight i forgot? we also gived her her gifs and her really like what she gotted a hole lots. and much too also. So then today which.

were monday i had two get up like really really really really really really really early so's to catch the bus cuz it leaved at 8am; in the morning' but at least this driver were better cuz he were on time and he did what he saids he was gonna does. so after riding and napping and playing on me laptop and uh talking on the phone and stuff like that i mades it back to illinoise and my bf meets me at the busstop and we camed home and i is sooooooooooooooooo well to be back cuz i missed him and my dog and its great to be back now and. that were what i dids. this Weekend/

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Write any piece of literary work that breaks as many writing "rules" as possible! Don't forget to tag me @HashtagFiction so I can read!
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my Weak End, at ohio
So, this passed friday. I wented 2 ohio for my Daughters her graduation and um. bridal shower their. I left on friday afternoon and taked the 4 o'clock MegaBus they're no thats not right I actually was supposed to take the 4pm. Bus. But it was late so I took the bus when it finally arrived at 430pm and even thin it didnt leave til 430pm
and then it drived slow and than we stopped at a rest stop and The driver told us we has 20 minutes too shop but it is 45 minutes before he pulled off and the he drived slow again and it took a thousand & 5 years to get there and then by the time we got to Cleveland it was actually 130 in the am when the bus. Was supposed to have arrived at 1150pm So it was over a hour and an half late and so i off i blew steam out my ears and I barely gotted any sleep since we getted up at 815am to ready for the shower but i had tosseded and turneded alot during the night so i actually only had about 4hrs of sleep strate and then a coupl'a hours off sleep? Of and on. but then my daughter, she woked Me and said's your gonna b late if you keep sleepin so i getted up.
Sowefinallygotup on saturday and went to the shower and it were alot of fun -- we drinked mimosas and eated pulled pork sammiches like there was no tomorrow and fresh fruit and ated some Cupcakes. Two! and at the shower we also played games too as well and also i wonned one of the games but thats not important cuz it how you play the game that counts. and the prize was a banana bread loaf and we played Clue butt i didnt when that game cuz my daughter, she did, Then after the shower we wented back to the house & I tooked a nap since I (had barely gotted any)

sleep that nite befour. And after the nap I and my daughter and her's boyfriend went to a place that were called The think box and they gived me a tower of the. place. i gots to see the woodwoking are a and the metleworking place and i even taked sum scraps. with me. so thened we went back to the townhome and just stayed up
and eated and talk til abouts [3] in the am So then we woked up on sundae and whilst my daughter and her's bf went to Bible study i stayed bhind and wash the dishes and taked my shower & call my bf and then when. they got back? we drived to the gradiation. the gradu'ation were good and i was {sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo proud of} her win she walkeded acrossed the stage and i screamt and yellt my head off like it were the end of the world when she did and off. course i tooked some good pitchers? two. then sundae nightwe went out to eat and the Food was sooooooo well and i eated tilled i was bout too burst" but i didnt burst so that was well also too And. every body had a gooded thyme and thend we wentd back to the home (and so. that was the end of] sunday.
oh weight i forgot? we also gived her her gifs and her really like what she gotted a hole lots. and much too also. So then today which.

were monday i had two get up like really really really really really really really early so's to catch the bus cuz it leaved at 8am; in the morning' but at least this driver were better cuz he were on time and he did what he saids he was gonna does. so after riding and napping and playing on me laptop and uh talking on the phone and stuff like that i mades it back to illinoise and my bf meets me at the busstop and we camed home and i is sooooooooooooooooo well to be back cuz i missed him and my dog and its great to be back now and. that were what i dids. this Weekend/
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The Skin They're In (or: ColorBlind)

CHAPTER ONE

DIJAH

For the first time in her now-16 years, Khadijah Thompson's first thought upon awakening on her born day anniversary was not Happy Birthday to Me. Today, she greeted her slightly-older reflection with, "Tomorrow, I become a white woman". She didn't say it with either excitement or apprehension, but with more of a clinical detachment.

Taking in her dark chocolate skin, a color that Bruno's Chocolates would envy for sure, she spoke to her image. "Tomorrow, the surgery to make my skin white begins." She put her face right up to her reflection, dissecting every inch of herself, from hairline to chin. "Tomorrow, they'll take my wide nose and make it thinner." She sniffed. "I wonder if it'll hurt." Putting a hand to her mouth, she gently touched her plump, garnet-tinged lips with the tips of her fingers. "They'll make my lips thinner, too." She zoomed in on her eyes. "At least they’ll leave my eyes alone. I love their hazel color and long lashes."

Stepping slightly back, she raked a hand over her tight cornrows. "I wonder what they'll do with my hair. I hope it gets to keep its dark auburn color." Stepping further back still, she dropped her blue robe to the floor and took in her naked form. Cupping her breasts in her hands, she wondered, "Will these stay the same size?" Turning sideways, she looked at the buttocks that had been admired by so many boys in school. "And what about my BUTT? Will they take some of it away?!"

Looking at herself top to bottom, she wondered one final thing. "Will I still...be ME?"

She thought of everyone she knew and having to leave them for the next two years, the better to function as a Caucasian before deciding on her permanent "color". Her parents were proud that she'd volunteered for the experiment. It wasn't that they weren't proud of their heritage - in fact, they were very proud of it - but they also realized the need for man to see outside of their skin tones and if trying on another ethnicity was a step in that direction, they were all for it. But other people were a different story.

Her bestie, Shantilly, stood by her side, even if she didn't quite understand her decision at first. "But, WHY, Dijah?" she had asked. "I thought you were proud of being a strong sister!"

"I was...I am. And that's why I have to do this! I have to show that regardless of my color, I'm still me!"

Shantilly nodded, pursing her pink lips. "I hear you." She paused peeling her orange, her chewed nails making the job that much more difficult. "If I wasn't ultra-light already, I might just try it, too."

Loquacia, on the other hand, had shown her true colors. "I knew it. I am SO not surprised. I always knew you wanted to be a white girl and now you get to be one." She pointed her purple lollipop in Dijah's direction. "Watch. Your two years of 'trying it' - and HOW does one even 'try on' another color, anyhow? - will end up with you staying white! You ain't no real sister." She planted a caramel hand on her jean-clad hip and tapped her purple nails on her upper thigh.

"Yes, I am, Quacia. And that's why I have to do this! I have to show that I'm more than just a skin color! Why can't you see that?"

"Girl, please. You don't have to turn into some whitie bread to do that."

Before Dijah could say more, her so-called friend was gone, strutting across the cafeteria to go sit with a couple of other girls. Malycia, Tyrineice, and Nina had all turned their backs on her, too. Only Tilly and her sister, Vette, stuck by her.

She sighed. Better to know now who was really in her camp than to be disappointed later. She pursed her lips at herself. I really hope they leave my lips alone, though.

ANDREW

One week after going through the surgery, Andre - formerly known as Andrew Maxmillion Rutherford IV - opened his eyes and again saw nothing but white. White walls, white tables, even the talkie box had a white frame. Everything was white. Laughable, since today was the day the bandages would come off and he'd see his new, black, face.

He didn't feel any different. But then, had he really expected to? Had he really thought he'd go from stuffy, preppy, white-bread Andrew to cool homie, Andre, in a flash? If he was being honest with himself, he kind of thought he would. Besides wanting to take a stand against racism, he also wanted to see what it would be like to be a cool brother...But wasn't that, in itself, racist? Wasn't that thought right there thinking in terms of stereotypes? Who said only 'brothas' could dance, jump high, and spit lines like a mutha' (Eminem being the exception, of course)?

His father and friends sure didn't think highly of his decision. His father just about hit the ceiling when he told him what he'd signed up for.

"No son of mine is going to walk around in a black boy's body!"

"Father, it's only for two ye-"

"I wouldn't give a shit if it was for two minutes!" Andrew III ran a hand through his short dark blonde hair before pointing a finger at his son. "Tell them you changed your mind!"

Andrew stood his ground. "I won't, father. You'll see. This IS a good thing! And I thought you always taught me that all men are created equal."

His father curled his bottom lip before stabbing his half-chomped cigar into an empty yellow saucer on the counter. "They are. Some are just more equal. We are more equal. We come from a long line of Rutherfords and I won't have you sullying our name like this!"

Andrew looked at the veins popping from his father's forehead and straining to escape his neck. Even at such a tense moment, he had to keep from laughing, as his father looked just like one of those cartoons, turning red with indignation.

"Then you'll he happy to know, father, that as part of the program, I'll be moving across the country for the two-year duration. That way, I can fully immerse myself into my new...uh-" The look on his father's face stopped him mid-sentence.

The two men stared at each other for a moment, then Andrew cleared his throat. "Meanwhile, I'll go stay with Aunt Heather. She understands!"

And that was the last he'd talked to his father. Sadly, his best friends were no better.

Thomas J. Richener III and Harold P. Quinton, Jr. looked at him like he'd fallen off the oft-mentioned turnip truck.

"You're going to do WHAT?!" they'd said in unison. They could never agree on anything. Leave this to be the one thing where they'd come together.

"Oh, c'mon, you guys. We have black friends, for crying out loud!"

"True," Thomas said, straightening out his yellow sweater vest. "But having black friends and becoming black are two completely separate things."

Harold nodded, a lock of red hair falling into his dark brown eyes. "I like them well enough, but Andrew...this is really pushing it, man."

"I can not believe what I'm hearing! Haven't we always stood up for others, even when we ended up bullied ourselves? How many rallies have we gone to? How many petitions for change have we signed?"

"That's all well and good, A, but why do you have to become one of them?"

"To prove that I can have any face at all, be it white, black, yellow, purple, or green, and still be me because it's what's on the inside that counts."

That was two months ago. His friends hadn't brought it up again and neither had he, but after that, there was always a bit of tension in the air when they got together. Then, at his born day anniversary celebration last week, Harold had told him he still didn't agree, but maybe he could try some black pussy and let them know how it was.

Andrew shook his head at the memory. He loved his friends dearly, but now he could see what douches they could be.

Turning his head, he looked at the night stand and saw the picture of his former face smiling from the little 5x7 frame his nurse had placed there. He wasn't a bad-looking guy at all. Dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, dimples, just the kind of all-American white face America loved, while giving lip service to the idea of a "great melting pot". He'd exchanged the slick blonde hair for coarse black hair, the blue eyes for brown ones, and his trim nose for a slightly wider one.

Then a new thought occurred to him...Hmmm. I wonder if my schlong is bigger now.

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Written by Tee_Hi in portal Simon & Schuster
The Skin They're In (or: ColorBlind)
CHAPTER ONE

DIJAH

For the first time in her now-16 years, Khadijah Thompson's first thought upon awakening on her born day anniversary was not Happy Birthday to Me. Today, she greeted her slightly-older reflection with, "Tomorrow, I become a white woman". She didn't say it with either excitement or apprehension, but with more of a clinical detachment.

Taking in her dark chocolate skin, a color that Bruno's Chocolates would envy for sure, she spoke to her image. "Tomorrow, the surgery to make my skin white begins." She put her face right up to her reflection, dissecting every inch of herself, from hairline to chin. "Tomorrow, they'll take my wide nose and make it thinner." She sniffed. "I wonder if it'll hurt." Putting a hand to her mouth, she gently touched her plump, garnet-tinged lips with the tips of her fingers. "They'll make my lips thinner, too." She zoomed in on her eyes. "At least they’ll leave my eyes alone. I love their hazel color and long lashes."

Stepping slightly back, she raked a hand over her tight cornrows. "I wonder what they'll do with my hair. I hope it gets to keep its dark auburn color." Stepping further back still, she dropped her blue robe to the floor and took in her naked form. Cupping her breasts in her hands, she wondered, "Will these stay the same size?" Turning sideways, she looked at the buttocks that had been admired by so many boys in school. "And what about my BUTT? Will they take some of it away?!"

Looking at herself top to bottom, she wondered one final thing. "Will I still...be ME?"

She thought of everyone she knew and having to leave them for the next two years, the better to function as a Caucasian before deciding on her permanent "color". Her parents were proud that she'd volunteered for the experiment. It wasn't that they weren't proud of their heritage - in fact, they were very proud of it - but they also realized the need for man to see outside of their skin tones and if trying on another ethnicity was a step in that direction, they were all for it. But other people were a different story.

Her bestie, Shantilly, stood by her side, even if she didn't quite understand her decision at first. "But, WHY, Dijah?" she had asked. "I thought you were proud of being a strong sister!"

"I was...I am. And that's why I have to do this! I have to show that regardless of my color, I'm still me!"

Shantilly nodded, pursing her pink lips. "I hear you." She paused peeling her orange, her chewed nails making the job that much more difficult. "If I wasn't ultra-light already, I might just try it, too."

Loquacia, on the other hand, had shown her true colors. "I knew it. I am SO not surprised. I always knew you wanted to be a white girl and now you get to be one." She pointed her purple lollipop in Dijah's direction. "Watch. Your two years of 'trying it' - and HOW does one even 'try on' another color, anyhow? - will end up with you staying white! You ain't no real sister." She planted a caramel hand on her jean-clad hip and tapped her purple nails on her upper thigh.

"Yes, I am, Quacia. And that's why I have to do this! I have to show that I'm more than just a skin color! Why can't you see that?"

"Girl, please. You don't have to turn into some whitie bread to do that."

Before Dijah could say more, her so-called friend was gone, strutting across the cafeteria to go sit with a couple of other girls. Malycia, Tyrineice, and Nina had all turned their backs on her, too. Only Tilly and her sister, Vette, stuck by her.

She sighed. Better to know now who was really in her camp than to be disappointed later. She pursed her lips at herself. I really hope they leave my lips alone, though.


ANDREW

One week after going through the surgery, Andre - formerly known as Andrew Maxmillion Rutherford IV - opened his eyes and again saw nothing but white. White walls, white tables, even the talkie box had a white frame. Everything was white. Laughable, since today was the day the bandages would come off and he'd see his new, black, face.

He didn't feel any different. But then, had he really expected to? Had he really thought he'd go from stuffy, preppy, white-bread Andrew to cool homie, Andre, in a flash? If he was being honest with himself, he kind of thought he would. Besides wanting to take a stand against racism, he also wanted to see what it would be like to be a cool brother...But wasn't that, in itself, racist? Wasn't that thought right there thinking in terms of stereotypes? Who said only 'brothas' could dance, jump high, and spit lines like a mutha' (Eminem being the exception, of course)?

His father and friends sure didn't think highly of his decision. His father just about hit the ceiling when he told him what he'd signed up for.

"No son of mine is going to walk around in a black boy's body!"

"Father, it's only for two ye-"

"I wouldn't give a shit if it was for two minutes!" Andrew III ran a hand through his short dark blonde hair before pointing a finger at his son. "Tell them you changed your mind!"

Andrew stood his ground. "I won't, father. You'll see. This IS a good thing! And I thought you always taught me that all men are created equal."

His father curled his bottom lip before stabbing his half-chomped cigar into an empty yellow saucer on the counter. "They are. Some are just more equal. We are more equal. We come from a long line of Rutherfords and I won't have you sullying our name like this!"

Andrew looked at the veins popping from his father's forehead and straining to escape his neck. Even at such a tense moment, he had to keep from laughing, as his father looked just like one of those cartoons, turning red with indignation.

"Then you'll he happy to know, father, that as part of the program, I'll be moving across the country for the two-year duration. That way, I can fully immerse myself into my new...uh-" The look on his father's face stopped him mid-sentence.

The two men stared at each other for a moment, then Andrew cleared his throat. "Meanwhile, I'll go stay with Aunt Heather. She understands!"

And that was the last he'd talked to his father. Sadly, his best friends were no better.

Thomas J. Richener III and Harold P. Quinton, Jr. looked at him like he'd fallen off the oft-mentioned turnip truck.

"You're going to do WHAT?!" they'd said in unison. They could never agree on anything. Leave this to be the one thing where they'd come together.

"Oh, c'mon, you guys. We have black friends, for crying out loud!"

"True," Thomas said, straightening out his yellow sweater vest. "But having black friends and becoming black are two completely separate things."

Harold nodded, a lock of red hair falling into his dark brown eyes. "I like them well enough, but Andrew...this is really pushing it, man."

"I can not believe what I'm hearing! Haven't we always stood up for others, even when we ended up bullied ourselves? How many rallies have we gone to? How many petitions for change have we signed?"

"That's all well and good, A, but why do you have to become one of them?"

"To prove that I can have any face at all, be it white, black, yellow, purple, or green, and still be me because it's what's on the inside that counts."

That was two months ago. His friends hadn't brought it up again and neither had he, but after that, there was always a bit of tension in the air when they got together. Then, at his born day anniversary celebration last week, Harold had told him he still didn't agree, but maybe he could try some black pussy and let them know how it was.

Andrew shook his head at the memory. He loved his friends dearly, but now he could see what douches they could be.

Turning his head, he looked at the night stand and saw the picture of his former face smiling from the little 5x7 frame his nurse had placed there. He wasn't a bad-looking guy at all. Dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, dimples, just the kind of all-American white face America loved, while giving lip service to the idea of a "great melting pot". He'd exchanged the slick blonde hair for coarse black hair, the blue eyes for brown ones, and his trim nose for a slightly wider one.

Then a new thought occurred to him...Hmmm. I wonder if my schlong is bigger now.
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Write an extremely short story with these three prompts. -time is looped -chocolate is good -main character isn't human
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No Matter How You Tell It, 'Tis A Sad Sad [Cotton]Tale

So there we were, my chocolate friend and I, just sitting in our Easter basket, waiting for the child to come and play with us. The princess was too snooty to speak to us and the jelly beans were of no use, being bagged up as they were. At least the grass felt good under my feet. I shifted, smiled at Elmer nervously, then spotted the child.

Giant hands reached out and took Elmer. The hands gently and lovingly relieved Elmer of his foil apparel. Then it happened!

A giant maw opened and my poor chocolate friend was suddenly and forcefully pulled towards it! I shrieked as my buddy lost an ear and was set back in his place, still partially-dressed. "Mmmmm", the child said, "I love chocolate!"

Then the hand came for me! I tried to scream, but couldn't. Then the maw opened again and I felt something sharp clamp down on one of my marshallowy ears before all went black...

So, my chocolate friend and I were hanging out in our Easter basket, waiting for the girl to come and play with us. The princess couldn't be bothered to talk to us and we coudn't play with the jelly beans, cuz they were bagged up. At least the grass felt good under my feet. I changed position, smiled at Elmer anxiously, then saw the girl headed our way.

She reached out and took Elmer. Her hands carefully and lovingly helped Elmer out of his foil attire. Then, tragedy!

A giant hole opened and my poor chocolate buddy was partially shoved into it! I screamed as my pal lost an ear and was set back into his place, still wearing part of his clothes. "Mmmm," the girl said, "Chocolate is SO good!"

Then the hand came for me! I tried to yell, but couldn't. Then the hole opened again and I felt something sharp chomp down on a marshmallow-filled ear before all went black...

So there was me and my chocolate friend, chillin' in our Easter basket, waitin' for the youngster to come and play wit' us. The princess was too stuck-up to rap with us and the jelly beans were useless, bein' wrapped up. At least the grass felt good under my kicks. I moved a bit, smiled at E-man encouragingly, then peeped - PEEP'ed! get it? - the child comin' at us.

She reached out and nabbed Elmer, then took off his clothes, all gentle-like. Then shit got real!

A big-ass hole opened and my choco homie was partways put into it! I shrieked as my man lost an ear and was put back in place, wit' some of his clothes still on. Then that girl started talkin' 'bout how good chocolate is.

Then the hand came for me! I tried to fight, but couldn't. Then that hole opened again and I felt somethin' sharp cut into one'o my gooey ears before everything went all black...

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Write an extremely short story with these three prompts. -time is looped -chocolate is good -main character isn't human
Written by Tee_Hi
No Matter How You Tell It, 'Tis A Sad Sad [Cotton]Tale
So there we were, my chocolate friend and I, just sitting in our Easter basket, waiting for the child to come and play with us. The princess was too snooty to speak to us and the jelly beans were of no use, being bagged up as they were. At least the grass felt good under my feet. I shifted, smiled at Elmer nervously, then spotted the child.

Giant hands reached out and took Elmer. The hands gently and lovingly relieved Elmer of his foil apparel. Then it happened!

A giant maw opened and my poor chocolate friend was suddenly and forcefully pulled towards it! I shrieked as my buddy lost an ear and was set back in his place, still partially-dressed. "Mmmmm", the child said, "I love chocolate!"

Then the hand came for me! I tried to scream, but couldn't. Then the maw opened again and I felt something sharp clamp down on one of my marshallowy ears before all went black...


So, my chocolate friend and I were hanging out in our Easter basket, waiting for the girl to come and play with us. The princess couldn't be bothered to talk to us and we coudn't play with the jelly beans, cuz they were bagged up. At least the grass felt good under my feet. I changed position, smiled at Elmer anxiously, then saw the girl headed our way.

She reached out and took Elmer. Her hands carefully and lovingly helped Elmer out of his foil attire. Then, tragedy!

A giant hole opened and my poor chocolate buddy was partially shoved into it! I screamed as my pal lost an ear and was set back into his place, still wearing part of his clothes. "Mmmm," the girl said, "Chocolate is SO good!"

Then the hand came for me! I tried to yell, but couldn't. Then the hole opened again and I felt something sharp chomp down on a marshmallow-filled ear before all went black...


So there was me and my chocolate friend, chillin' in our Easter basket, waitin' for the youngster to come and play wit' us. The princess was too stuck-up to rap with us and the jelly beans were useless, bein' wrapped up. At least the grass felt good under my kicks. I moved a bit, smiled at E-man encouragingly, then peeped - PEEP'ed! get it? - the child comin' at us.

She reached out and nabbed Elmer, then took off his clothes, all gentle-like. Then shit got real!

A big-ass hole opened and my choco homie was partways put into it! I shrieked as my man lost an ear and was put back in place, wit' some of his clothes still on. Then that girl started talkin' 'bout how good chocolate is.

Then the hand came for me! I tried to fight, but couldn't. Then that hole opened again and I felt somethin' sharp cut into one'o my gooey ears before everything went all black...
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Word Play Time! Try to write a piece with every word starting with consecutive letters of the alphabet, like this: ("A Beastly Challenge, Don't Ewe Find? ") Miss-spelling allowed, as long as it makes readable sense. I wonder if anyone can make it through the whole alphabet with a coherent story?
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Once Upon a Time, The End

A

Butterfly

Chrysalis,

Dirty

Everywhere,

Fell,

Gently.

Henry

Israel

James

Kame

Later,

Masterfully

Nursing

Our

Patient,

Quietly,

Reaffirming,

Soothing,

Talking

Until

Vyxen

Willfully

Xited

Yesterday,

Zealously.

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Word Play Time! Try to write a piece with every word starting with consecutive letters of the alphabet, like this: ("A Beastly Challenge, Don't Ewe Find? ") Miss-spelling allowed, as long as it makes readable sense. I wonder if anyone can make it through the whole alphabet with a coherent story?
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Once Upon a Time, The End
A
Butterfly
Chrysalis,
Dirty
Everywhere,
Fell,
Gently.
Henry
Israel
James
Kame
Later,
Masterfully
Nursing
Our
Patient,
Quietly,
Reaffirming,
Soothing,
Talking
Until
Vyxen
Willfully
Xited
Yesterday,
Zealously.
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See if you can write the shortest and most bizarre story possible featuring these prompts: a dinosaur, a magic bathtub, a foam finger, and Morgan Freeman. Good luck!
Written by Tee_Hi in portal Flash Fiction

Short and Sweet Insanity

One day, Morgan Freeman went to lounge in his magic bathtub. With him, he took his favorite foam finger and baby AI dino. He screamed, "Abracadabra", wrote on the tub with the finger, and played with the dino so long, it became a dinosaur.  

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See if you can write the shortest and most bizarre story possible featuring these prompts: a dinosaur, a magic bathtub, a foam finger, and Morgan Freeman. Good luck!
Written by Tee_Hi in portal Flash Fiction
Short and Sweet Insanity
One day, Morgan Freeman went to lounge in his magic bathtub. With him, he took his favorite foam finger and baby AI dino. He screamed, "Abracadabra", wrote on the tub with the finger, and played with the dino so long, it became a dinosaur.  
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The ability to laugh at your own folly is something wholly underestimated these days. For this challenge, make fun of yourself. You can pick on a particular attribute you have or poke fun at your life choices or whatever else you'd like to make fun of. Alternatively, if you can't think of anything you dislike about yourself, write about how awesome you are. It can be in any form you like.
Written by Tee_Hi in portal Comedy

What? Me Worry?

Me, on a daily basis --

What was that?!

*quickly swivels head around*

"Hello?! Anyone there?"

two hours later

I haven't heard from Jazz in a while. I hope she's ok.

Lemme call her.

*ring ring*

"You're WHAT? You're DRIVING?!"

*goes into a wild panic, thinking about

all the people who die in car wrecks*

"I don't CARE if you're just going across town!

Don't you know that the majority of accidents happen within one-

*sigh* Yes, I KNOW that you know!...

"Fine. Be 23-years-old, then! Just make sure you make it to 24!"

*spends next hour, gnawing fingers*

*ring ring*

"Jazz? You made it home okay?...

Oh, praise the heavens!"

two more hours later

Hmmm. We haven't had sex in a few days.

I wonder if he still loves me.

I wonder if he still finds me attractive.

I wonder if he still wants me.

"Honey!"

half-hour later

*opens tab to Prose*

*looks at Challenge,

types, types, types,

submits*

Oh my God! What have I DONE?

Everybody can SEE that!

That was complete and total crap!

What if they all laugh at me?

What if they tell me it sucks?

What if...what if they find out that I'm a fraud?!

What if...I can't REALLY write, like I think I maybe can.

5 minutes later

*ping*

"so-and-so commented on your post"

*swallows real hard, right-clicks,

closes eyes, peeps one open*

Oh, thank God. It's positive. They LIKED it!

They LIKED it!

Yaaaaaaaay!...

But what if they're the only one?

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The ability to laugh at your own folly is something wholly underestimated these days. For this challenge, make fun of yourself. You can pick on a particular attribute you have or poke fun at your life choices or whatever else you'd like to make fun of. Alternatively, if you can't think of anything you dislike about yourself, write about how awesome you are. It can be in any form you like.
Written by Tee_Hi in portal Comedy
What? Me Worry?
Me, on a daily basis --
What was that?!
*quickly swivels head around*
"Hello?! Anyone there?"

two hours later
I haven't heard from Jazz in a while. I hope she's ok.
Lemme call her.
*ring ring*
"You're WHAT? You're DRIVING?!"
*goes into a wild panic, thinking about
all the people who die in car wrecks*
"I don't CARE if you're just going across town!
Don't you know that the majority of accidents happen within one-
*sigh* Yes, I KNOW that you know!...
"Fine. Be 23-years-old, then! Just make sure you make it to 24!"

*spends next hour, gnawing fingers*
*ring ring*
"Jazz? You made it home okay?...
Oh, praise the heavens!"

two more hours later
Hmmm. We haven't had sex in a few days.
I wonder if he still loves me.
I wonder if he still finds me attractive.
I wonder if he still wants me.
"Honey!"

half-hour later
*opens tab to Prose*
*looks at Challenge,
types, types, types,
submits*
Oh my God! What have I DONE?
Everybody can SEE that!
That was complete and total crap!
What if they all laugh at me?
What if they tell me it sucks?
What if...what if they find out that I'm a fraud?!
What if...I can't REALLY write, like I think I maybe can.

5 minutes later
*ping*
"so-and-so commented on your post"
*swallows real hard, right-clicks,
closes eyes, peeps one open*
Oh, thank God. It's positive. They LIKED it!
They LIKED it!
Yaaaaaaaay!...
But what if they're the only one?
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Write one of those "contemperary poems" that make no sense at first, or are up to many different interpretations with many different meanings. Words can be jumbled, grammar can be forgotten about for the time being. Just write what's on your heart.
Written by Tee_Hi in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Daily Dance of the Onomatopoeia

Tee Aich!

whizz whizz,

  fizz fizz,

plop, plop,

  cloppity-clop,

  hippity-hop,

  shoo-bop

shoo-wada-wada,

  yadda-yadda-yadda,

  Ta-Da!

El Arr!

to-the-dump,

 to-the-dump,

 to-the-dump-dump-dump,

to-the-dump,

 to-the-dump,

 to-the-dump-dump-dump,

to-the-dump,

 to-the-dump,

 to-the-dump-dump-dump,

to-the-duuump,

 to-the-dump-dump-dump!

Bee Em!

ooooo-haaaaaaa

  ha ha ha haaaaa,

  haaaaa ha-ha-ha!

  Wha-?

bam-bang-boff!

boom-pop-wack!

crash-splat, KAPOW!

 EEE-YOWW!

Clang!

du nu nu nu nu nu nunu

 du nu nu nu nu nu nunu...

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Write one of those "contemperary poems" that make no sense at first, or are up to many different interpretations with many different meanings. Words can be jumbled, grammar can be forgotten about for the time being. Just write what's on your heart.
Written by Tee_Hi in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Daily Dance of the Onomatopoeia
Tee Aich!
whizz whizz,
  fizz fizz,
plop, plop,
  cloppity-clop,
  hippity-hop,
  shoo-bop
shoo-wada-wada,
  yadda-yadda-yadda,
  Ta-Da!

El Arr!
to-the-dump,
 to-the-dump,
 to-the-dump-dump-dump,
to-the-dump,
 to-the-dump,
 to-the-dump-dump-dump,
to-the-dump,
 to-the-dump,
 to-the-dump-dump-dump,
to-the-duuump,
 to-the-dump-dump-dump!

Bee Em!
ooooo-haaaaaaa
  ha ha ha haaaaa,
  haaaaa ha-ha-ha!
  Wha-?
bam-bang-boff!
boom-pop-wack!
crash-splat, KAPOW!
 EEE-YOWW!
Clang!
du nu nu nu nu nu nunu
 du nu nu nu nu nu nunu...

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Play your own devil's advocate. Write about something you do too much for your own good, a guilty pleasure perhaps.
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Dessert Is The Most Important Meal of the Day!

My name is Trina...and I'm a Sweetaholic.

And I don't just mean that I "like" sweets; no, I devour them, day and night.

On any given day, I'll consume

   (This isn't exact; some days I may have more cookies and less candy or any mix of the    following, but the total amount is roughly the same)

- 1 bag of candy (jelly beans, gummy worms, nonpareils, et al)

- 5-6 cookies

- 2 bowls of ice cream

- assorted other treats that may be in the house, to include candy bars, pudding cups,       marshmallows, sweet children's cereal, pieces of cake/pie, etc.

Yes. Seriously. No, I am not exaggerating.

And I don't just EAT the sweets, either. Oh, no; that would be too easy. There's a method to my madness - WhatEVER candy I'm eating, I do it in a particuar order, eating from my least favorite to my most favorite... So, for instance, I eat jelly beans as follows: red, pink, yellow, green, purple, white, orange, black, ALWAYS in that order. In fact, I adore the black ones, so I'll often get bags of just black ones,stockpiling them after Easter, for instance, when they're in abundance...Funnily enough, though, I can't stand Twizzlers, red OR black. Go figure. *shrug*

Speaking of Easter, I also have my fave candies that appear around many holidays:

- Valentine's Day is BRACH's Conversation Hearts (the Necco Sweethearts are too         hard) and those marshmallow treats, with chocolate outsides

- St. Patrick's Day brings Shamrock Shakes from McD's (oh my god, YES!)

- Easter has black jelly beans and those 'Hide 'N Seek' Eggs (the ones with the hard-ish     marshmallow center and hard candy outside) and Peeps

- Halloween is black jelly beans and more Peeps

- Thanksgiving is EVERYTHING

- Christmas is EVERYTHING. x2

HOW I haven't either gained a ton of weight or gotten diabetes is beyond me, but neither has been the case. In fact, at my last Doctor's app't, my blood sugar levels were a "bit low"; I don't know much about such things, but I can't help but wonder if that's why I crave sweets so much. Like, is that how it works?

In any case, I've got a box of Lucky Charms that are calling out to me, so I'll go for now.

Happy Sweet'ing!

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Play your own devil's advocate. Write about something you do too much for your own good, a guilty pleasure perhaps.
Written by Tee_Hi
Dessert Is The Most Important Meal of the Day!
My name is Trina...and I'm a Sweetaholic.

And I don't just mean that I "like" sweets; no, I devour them, day and night.

On any given day, I'll consume
   (This isn't exact; some days I may have more cookies and less candy or any mix of the    following, but the total amount is roughly the same)
- 1 bag of candy (jelly beans, gummy worms, nonpareils, et al)
- 5-6 cookies
- 2 bowls of ice cream
- assorted other treats that may be in the house, to include candy bars, pudding cups,       marshmallows, sweet children's cereal, pieces of cake/pie, etc.

Yes. Seriously. No, I am not exaggerating.

And I don't just EAT the sweets, either. Oh, no; that would be too easy. There's a method to my madness - WhatEVER candy I'm eating, I do it in a particuar order, eating from my least favorite to my most favorite... So, for instance, I eat jelly beans as follows: red, pink, yellow, green, purple, white, orange, black, ALWAYS in that order. In fact, I adore the black ones, so I'll often get bags of just black ones,stockpiling them after Easter, for instance, when they're in abundance...Funnily enough, though, I can't stand Twizzlers, red OR black. Go figure. *shrug*

Speaking of Easter, I also have my fave candies that appear around many holidays:
- Valentine's Day is BRACH's Conversation Hearts (the Necco Sweethearts are too         hard) and those marshmallow treats, with chocolate outsides
- St. Patrick's Day brings Shamrock Shakes from McD's (oh my god, YES!)
- Easter has black jelly beans and those 'Hide 'N Seek' Eggs (the ones with the hard-ish     marshmallow center and hard candy outside) and Peeps
- Halloween is black jelly beans and more Peeps
- Thanksgiving is EVERYTHING
- Christmas is EVERYTHING. x2

HOW I haven't either gained a ton of weight or gotten diabetes is beyond me, but neither has been the case. In fact, at my last Doctor's app't, my blood sugar levels were a "bit low"; I don't know much about such things, but I can't help but wonder if that's why I crave sweets so much. Like, is that how it works?

In any case, I've got a box of Lucky Charms that are calling out to me, so I'll go for now.

Happy Sweet'ing!







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Attempt to write a piece where every third word rhymes. Sense-making sentences are more impressive, but agreeable amounts of nonsense are also encouraged.
Written by Tee_Hi in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Oooooo

What it do?

I am blue;

what about you?

This much's true,

I miss you,

the doggy, too.

Coffee, I brew,

candy, I chew,

getting over you.

But my crew,

they commiserate, too...

I start anew.

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Attempt to write a piece where every third word rhymes. Sense-making sentences are more impressive, but agreeable amounts of nonsense are also encouraged.
Written by Tee_Hi in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Oooooo
What it do?
I am blue;
what about you?

This much's true,
I miss you,
the doggy, too.

Coffee, I brew,
candy, I chew,
getting over you.

But my crew,
they commiserate, too...
I start anew.
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