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You are Beautiful

     My perception focuses on the roaring waves outside my window, as I evade the sight of myself. But even though the small little screaming voice inside of me commands me to look away, in the corner of my eye, I faintly trace the outline of my body.

     I can feel the beats of my heart and taste the saltiness of the beach outside the thin fixed glass, but they are all so distant. My senses auscultate to the drumming of my core and I divulge to the voice that I will see. 

     So my lungs take in a labored breath and I slowly exhale times of pain, worry, and self-consciousness. The screeching voice in my head hollers louder, but I overlook it's cries and my mind halts for three steady drums. one. two. three.

     My view flashes towards the mirror, and I stare at the image. I can see, and my eyes reflect words of antipathy, imperfection, and animosity.

     I try to shift the mysterious flabs of flesh near my waist, attempting to somehow distribute the weight evenly so I appear lean and tall. The mini voice inside of me is silent, drowned by the pools of hatred that burns in it's tiny heart.

     My hands constrict the heart-shaped pills in my palm, as the fire begins to engulf me into its depths of darkness. I take a sharp and sudden breath as I fight back the urge to cry.

     My attention is now on the three heart-shaped pills as my mind races through thoughts and ideas. I glance at the silky light-pink pigment of the pills as the roaring of the waves outside echoes triumphantly through my brain. This is what will make me look pretty like them, the renewed voice in my head whispers. Just one easy gulp and I will have that elegant curve, perfect skin, and that breath-taking face like all the other girls.

     Now avoiding the appearance I see in the reflective glass, the entry ways to my soul gently close. I slowly tip my head back, my hazel hair sweeping behind me as I bring my palm closer to my mouth. Tears of misery glide down my cheeks as the distance between the heart-shaped pills and my mouth gradually decline.

     As I take a hesitant last breath, I can feel the the icy aura of the pills seep throughout the containment of my hand. My heart thumps against my chest as I feel the attenuated elastic metal around the heart-shaped pills touch against my lips...until there is a knock. A warm knock, familiar and gentle -- a knock that will wrap its arms around me in a loving embrace. My eyes teleport to my door, where she is standing.

"Honey, you are beautiful." My mom says softly into the open room.

    

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Written by XxFwuffyBunnyxX in portal Fiction
You are Beautiful
     My perception focuses on the roaring waves outside my window, as I evade the sight of myself. But even though the small little screaming voice inside of me commands me to look away, in the corner of my eye, I faintly trace the outline of my body.
     I can feel the beats of my heart and taste the saltiness of the beach outside the thin fixed glass, but they are all so distant. My senses auscultate to the drumming of my core and I divulge to the voice that I will see. 
     So my lungs take in a labored breath and I slowly exhale times of pain, worry, and self-consciousness. The screeching voice in my head hollers louder, but I overlook it's cries and my mind halts for three steady drums. one. two. three.
     My view flashes towards the mirror, and I stare at the image. I can see, and my eyes reflect words of antipathy, imperfection, and animosity.
     I try to shift the mysterious flabs of flesh near my waist, attempting to somehow distribute the weight evenly so I appear lean and tall. The mini voice inside of me is silent, drowned by the pools of hatred that burns in it's tiny heart.
     My hands constrict the heart-shaped pills in my palm, as the fire begins to engulf me into its depths of darkness. I take a sharp and sudden breath as I fight back the urge to cry.
     My attention is now on the three heart-shaped pills as my mind races through thoughts and ideas. I glance at the silky light-pink pigment of the pills as the roaring of the waves outside echoes triumphantly through my brain. This is what will make me look pretty like them, the renewed voice in my head whispers. Just one easy gulp and I will have that elegant curve, perfect skin, and that breath-taking face like all the other girls.
     Now avoiding the appearance I see in the reflective glass, the entry ways to my soul gently close. I slowly tip my head back, my hazel hair sweeping behind me as I bring my palm closer to my mouth. Tears of misery glide down my cheeks as the distance between the heart-shaped pills and my mouth gradually decline.
     As I take a hesitant last breath, I can feel the the icy aura of the pills seep throughout the containment of my hand. My heart thumps against my chest as I feel the attenuated elastic metal around the heart-shaped pills touch against my lips...until there is a knock. A warm knock, familiar and gentle -- a knock that will wrap its arms around me in a loving embrace. My eyes teleport to my door, where she is standing.

"Honey, you are beautiful." My mom says softly into the open room.


    
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Challenge of the Week #61: Write a piece of flash fiction about rejection. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $100. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
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Before Sunlight

     The virtuous watering eyes of the juvenile puppy stared out into the foggy glass that separated him and his new adopter. The decrepit dog pound that he was being raised in along with hundreds of other dogs was a new tourist attraction. Trying out his finest tricks and impotent whimpers, the newborn Dalmatian bounced around the confinements of his constrained glass box until he was met by an elderly visitor.

    The senior man had white bedraggled hair and prominent dim gray eyes that seemed to make him not see at all. But even with his perchance of blindness, the old man somehow propped the tiny Dalmatian out of the glass container and blissfully strode with the pup to his synthetic home.

    At the disheveled home, the puppy would later regret all his tricks and gimmicks he had performed at the dog pound. He would experience being starved and never being the recipient of tenderness and love. He would be hit and slapped by the end of a bamboo feather duster his master relished so much. The innocent pup would know what pain, agony, and hopelessness all felt like -- unlike the other dogs.

    So it would be one day that he knew the true feeling of betrayal, that the Dalmatian would dig under the fence of his master's home to escape months of abuse and neglect. The young pup escaped, lost and disoriented as he wandered the open streets of a populated city.

    The miniature escape artist would cry out into the soft skies, giving a howl of melancholy and mourning as he slept on the streets. He cried merely because he yearned for affection and the warmth of a human-being.

     As the days passed, the pup would scavenge for food in the dumpsters of the active city, looking for anything he could find, and grasping towards hope and the future. But now the territory dominated by three other full-grown male dogs that had wanted their share of the dumpster, the puppy ran for his life until his vision was blurred with tears.

However, the full-grown dogs diverted their attention and attacked a man in a shiny black suit who happened to walk by. Although the puppy could hide from the turmoil, he knew he wanted an honorable death.

    He instinctively charged towards the cluster of male canines and fought for his own life as well as the stranger's. He resisted until his right ear was chewed off and his own blood stained the sidewalk.

   Then there was emptiness; the strange soothing voice of another life form. The same man in the suit would carry the tiny dog into a car to the nearest veterinarian where the pup would be treated. The miniature dog cried out in suffering, as the stranger spoke in reassurance.

"Sshhhh, it's okay buddy," the man said lightly into the atmosphere.

    And for a second as the puppy opened his eyes and glanced at the warm sunset outside the car window, he knew this was home.

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Challenge of the Week #61: Write a piece of flash fiction about rejection. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $100. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
Written by XxFwuffyBunnyxX
Before Sunlight
     The virtuous watering eyes of the juvenile puppy stared out into the foggy glass that separated him and his new adopter. The decrepit dog pound that he was being raised in along with hundreds of other dogs was a new tourist attraction. Trying out his finest tricks and impotent whimpers, the newborn Dalmatian bounced around the confinements of his constrained glass box until he was met by an elderly visitor.
    The senior man had white bedraggled hair and prominent dim gray eyes that seemed to make him not see at all. But even with his perchance of blindness, the old man somehow propped the tiny Dalmatian out of the glass container and blissfully strode with the pup to his synthetic home.
    At the disheveled home, the puppy would later regret all his tricks and gimmicks he had performed at the dog pound. He would experience being starved and never being the recipient of tenderness and love. He would be hit and slapped by the end of a bamboo feather duster his master relished so much. The innocent pup would know what pain, agony, and hopelessness all felt like -- unlike the other dogs.
    So it would be one day that he knew the true feeling of betrayal, that the Dalmatian would dig under the fence of his master's home to escape months of abuse and neglect. The young pup escaped, lost and disoriented as he wandered the open streets of a populated city.
    The miniature escape artist would cry out into the soft skies, giving a howl of melancholy and mourning as he slept on the streets. He cried merely because he yearned for affection and the warmth of a human-being.
     As the days passed, the pup would scavenge for food in the dumpsters of the active city, looking for anything he could find, and grasping towards hope and the future. But now the territory dominated by three other full-grown male dogs that had wanted their share of the dumpster, the puppy ran for his life until his vision was blurred with tears.
However, the full-grown dogs diverted their attention and attacked a man in a shiny black suit who happened to walk by. Although the puppy could hide from the turmoil, he knew he wanted an honorable death.
    He instinctively charged towards the cluster of male canines and fought for his own life as well as the stranger's. He resisted until his right ear was chewed off and his own blood stained the sidewalk.
   Then there was emptiness; the strange soothing voice of another life form. The same man in the suit would carry the tiny dog into a car to the nearest veterinarian where the pup would be treated. The miniature dog cried out in suffering, as the stranger spoke in reassurance.

"Sshhhh, it's okay buddy," the man said lightly into the atmosphere.

    And for a second as the puppy opened his eyes and glanced at the warm sunset outside the car window, he knew this was home.

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Erased

The tips of my fingers gracefully leap off the keyboard,

For all now is done

Years and years of wrinkled depression

Now spread upon robotic paper

Centuries of misery, silence, and hope

Are only whispers to memory

The words hide meaning, hide truth

They are only fake smiles that burden the agony

Words are mimicry

They beat the bushes and clatter the dishes,

Disguises are their specialty even if exposed to the persecutor

In a blink of an eye eras of meaning disappear

Lightning crystals stream down my face

Onto the keys

They are slick from tears filled with outcry

I check the history

But there is no history

I read again, again, again

Grasping for the soothing comfort that it's still here

But I know it's gone

Reality proves it's gone

And the feelings from before bubble up inside me

I need to accept

Repeating the words thousands of times in my head

accept, accept, accept

I am stronger

I am anew

Not trapped in this tight box

I stare at the blankness once more

The whiteness once filled with dark

Before is erased,

accept

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Written by XxFwuffyBunnyxX
Erased
The tips of my fingers gracefully leap off the keyboard,
For all now is done

Years and years of wrinkled depression
Now spread upon robotic paper

Centuries of misery, silence, and hope
Are only whispers to memory

The words hide meaning, hide truth
They are only fake smiles that burden the agony

Words are mimicry
They beat the bushes and clatter the dishes,
Disguises are their specialty even if exposed to the persecutor

In a blink of an eye eras of meaning disappear
Lightning crystals stream down my face
Onto the keys
They are slick from tears filled with outcry

I check the history
But there is no history

I read again, again, again
Grasping for the soothing comfort that it's still here

But I know it's gone
Reality proves it's gone
And the feelings from before bubble up inside me

I need to accept
Repeating the words thousands of times in my head
accept, accept, accept

I am stronger
I am anew
Not trapped in this tight box

I stare at the blankness once more
The whiteness once filled with dark

Before is erased,
accept
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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
Written by XxFwuffyBunnyxX

The Unknown.

     People say that there are many unknowns in this vast universe that we have barely breathed in with our souls or have seen with our naive eyes. That there are effervescent caves of massive crystals untouched, paths un-walked, or even infinitesimal atoms that have not been investigated under the blurry lenses of microscopes. But what happens if everything was a lie? What if the norm was actually something programmed into our uncomplicated minds? All these speculations gently flowed through my mentality like a soft soothing waterfall in the middle of spring. I knew I was probably misleading myself, at most even confounding myself. But the strong urge of rebellion coursed through my body, gently gnawing at the back of my mind like the awful aftertaste of cough medicine. All in which I sat at my glossy too-perfect white stained table, fingering a small red plastic heart I had received generously for Valentines Day.

      It wasn't that it was hard for me to believe that I had to abide to all these enforced law, I just had a challenging time believing these so called Natural Beneficial Covenants would actually benefit our system. I mean at times I could accuse myself for not listening submissively to all these modernized constitutions that the organization conjured up for us citizens, but what happens if the things we knew were not of our knowing at all? At times I felt as if a masked society with an ulterior motive was secretly endorsed in the making of these laws. These people would be specially hired just to sprinkle propaganda and twisted facts into the underlying what seemed perfect government regulations.

      I sighed listening to the soft squeaks of my boots under the marble sidewalks as I gingerly walked out of my house, regretting everything I had just reflected on. Of course the organization wouldn't do these kind of things. I was just some crazy intellectual preteen that enjoyed engrossing myself in the future plans of world downfall. The organization were good people I reasoned with myself, nodding my head slightly as the chemical process in my brain sent neurons to transmit my thinking. The people controlling the organization are genuine I reassured myself, as I kept my eyes locked in front of me. Why else would they be in an organization otherwise? I smiled slightly, it was just my stupid brain trying to be analytical and perceptive. On the inside, I truly knew the organization wouldn't do anything close to what I was thinking. I closed my eyes in a relaxed motion and gave an icy breath into the soft wind, as a frail elbow jabbed me into the depths of my ribs.

      I shot the person an enraged look, realizing that the man was wearing a government official badge. The man seemed rushed and poorly unkempt, yelling into a small rectangular phone the size of a note card as he sprinted into a tall skyscraper. I knew that the proper thing to do would be to brush off the meetup and continue on with my life, but the same tingling sensation of rebellion shrewdly slid through my blood. So I followed the government official to what seemed to be hundreds of tiny intricate and polished stairs until I was led to a dark laboratory buzzing with scientists and organization members. I hid low on the corner of a hallway as images quickly flashed through my mind. Pictures of gruesome tentacled monsters with unproportional heads kept in tight glass tanks snapped into my vision. Memories of scientists dissecting wild creatures and imaginary aliens of all shapes and colors were petrified into my soul. I stood crouched in the hallway my body shivering, as I recalled the first law of the Natural Beneficial Covenant.

Citizens may not learn any extra or unnecessary information. For knowing may lead to harsh discipline and is extremely dangerous.

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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
Written by XxFwuffyBunnyxX
The Unknown.
     People say that there are many unknowns in this vast universe that we have barely breathed in with our souls or have seen with our naive eyes. That there are effervescent caves of massive crystals untouched, paths un-walked, or even infinitesimal atoms that have not been investigated under the blurry lenses of microscopes. But what happens if everything was a lie? What if the norm was actually something programmed into our uncomplicated minds? All these speculations gently flowed through my mentality like a soft soothing waterfall in the middle of spring. I knew I was probably misleading myself, at most even confounding myself. But the strong urge of rebellion coursed through my body, gently gnawing at the back of my mind like the awful aftertaste of cough medicine. All in which I sat at my glossy too-perfect white stained table, fingering a small red plastic heart I had received generously for Valentines Day.
      It wasn't that it was hard for me to believe that I had to abide to all these enforced law, I just had a challenging time believing these so called Natural Beneficial Covenants would actually benefit our system. I mean at times I could accuse myself for not listening submissively to all these modernized constitutions that the organization conjured up for us citizens, but what happens if the things we knew were not of our knowing at all? At times I felt as if a masked society with an ulterior motive was secretly endorsed in the making of these laws. These people would be specially hired just to sprinkle propaganda and twisted facts into the underlying what seemed perfect government regulations.
      I sighed listening to the soft squeaks of my boots under the marble sidewalks as I gingerly walked out of my house, regretting everything I had just reflected on. Of course the organization wouldn't do these kind of things. I was just some crazy intellectual preteen that enjoyed engrossing myself in the future plans of world downfall. The organization were good people I reasoned with myself, nodding my head slightly as the chemical process in my brain sent neurons to transmit my thinking. The people controlling the organization are genuine I reassured myself, as I kept my eyes locked in front of me. Why else would they be in an organization otherwise? I smiled slightly, it was just my stupid brain trying to be analytical and perceptive. On the inside, I truly knew the organization wouldn't do anything close to what I was thinking. I closed my eyes in a relaxed motion and gave an icy breath into the soft wind, as a frail elbow jabbed me into the depths of my ribs.
      I shot the person an enraged look, realizing that the man was wearing a government official badge. The man seemed rushed and poorly unkempt, yelling into a small rectangular phone the size of a note card as he sprinted into a tall skyscraper. I knew that the proper thing to do would be to brush off the meetup and continue on with my life, but the same tingling sensation of rebellion shrewdly slid through my blood. So I followed the government official to what seemed to be hundreds of tiny intricate and polished stairs until I was led to a dark laboratory buzzing with scientists and organization members. I hid low on the corner of a hallway as images quickly flashed through my mind. Pictures of gruesome tentacled monsters with unproportional heads kept in tight glass tanks snapped into my vision. Memories of scientists dissecting wild creatures and imaginary aliens of all shapes and colors were petrified into my soul. I stood crouched in the hallway my body shivering, as I recalled the first law of the Natural Beneficial Covenant.

Citizens may not learn any extra or unnecessary information. For knowing may lead to harsh discipline and is extremely dangerous.
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