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Write an informative/educational Limerick.
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Job Interview

First impressions one of a kind,

A first time meeting but a permanent bind,

Three seconds all it takes to seal your fate,

Dress nicer than normal; like on a date,

Because a sharp outfit ensures a sharp mind.

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Write an informative/educational Limerick.
Written by Zoelise
Job Interview
First impressions one of a kind,
A first time meeting but a permanent bind,
Three seconds all it takes to seal your fate,
Dress nicer than normal; like on a date,
Because a sharp outfit ensures a sharp mind.
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Write a haiku describes a place you love.
Written by Zoelise in portal Haiku

Gentle Canyon Skies

I remember it

The sweet caressing of dusk

Gentle canyons skies

~Words to make it fit the length~

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Write a haiku describes a place you love.
Written by Zoelise in portal Haiku
Gentle Canyon Skies
I remember it
The sweet caressing of dusk
Gentle canyons skies

~Words to make it fit the length~
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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. Winning prize: 50 coins
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Shots Fired

Gun stares stark, strong barrel in her face; "Baby, No Don't!" Too late shots fired.

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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. Winning prize: 50 coins
Written by Zoelise
Shots Fired
Gun stares stark, strong barrel in her face; "Baby, No Don't!" Too late shots fired.
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"I feel like falling...." write a poem using those words or any variation of those words.
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A Cave Of My Own Digging

To fall mean I would have to have someplace to fall from.

A ladder I had climbed up or a mountain I had conquered.

But rather I remained in a cave of my own digging.

Impossible to fall from no initial heights.

A pure Antigone sealed from sin and hopes began.

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"I feel like falling...." write a poem using those words or any variation of those words.
Written by Zoelise
A Cave Of My Own Digging
To fall mean I would have to have someplace to fall from.
A ladder I had climbed up or a mountain I had conquered.
But rather I remained in a cave of my own digging.
Impossible to fall from no initial heights.
A pure Antigone sealed from sin and hopes began.
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Write whatever you like, but it has to be about dealing with soul-crushing loneliness
Written by Zoelise in portal Poetry & Free Verse

No Place to Call Home

I am alone.

No friends no loves no place to call home.

I ran away at the ripe age of fifteen.

Never came back; blame it on pride.

Young girl with an old soul.

I remember the tears the slipped.

As I walked past evergreen trees.

That my mom used to have in her yard.

But people grow up.

And people move out.

I sat on that cold park bench everyday for a month.

Staring at a future corrupted.

It was not a friendly place.

I quickly learned there are no friendly people.

On darkened streets.

With souls darker than night.

So there I sat alone.

A shell of a teenager for years.

I sigh as I write this.

Because as I look at the street address.

I know I'm coming home.

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Write whatever you like, but it has to be about dealing with soul-crushing loneliness
Written by Zoelise in portal Poetry & Free Verse
No Place to Call Home
I am alone.
No friends no loves no place to call home.
I ran away at the ripe age of fifteen.
Never came back; blame it on pride.
Young girl with an old soul.
I remember the tears the slipped.
As I walked past evergreen trees.
That my mom used to have in her yard.
But people grow up.
And people move out.
I sat on that cold park bench everyday for a month.
Staring at a future corrupted.
It was not a friendly place.
I quickly learned there are no friendly people.
On darkened streets.
With souls darker than night.
So there I sat alone.
A shell of a teenager for years.
I sigh as I write this.
Because as I look at the street address.
I know I'm coming home.
#fiction  #poetry  #philosophy  #mywordssomeonesstory 
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"I should come with a warning sign." Show us what's written on it! 2-20 words only!
Written by Zoelise in portal Micropoetry

Contains Fragile Subject

Contains Fragile Subject. If this is not the product you expected don't return. Everyone product deserves the chance to shine.

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"I should come with a warning sign." Show us what's written on it! 2-20 words only!
Written by Zoelise in portal Micropoetry
Contains Fragile Subject
Contains Fragile Subject. If this is not the product you expected don't return. Everyone product deserves the chance to shine.
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Describe a flower garden, but do not use any color adjectives (i.e., don't use descriptive words like red, yellow, green). Ideas: Tell me how your body senses the garden? How does red feel? What is yellow? Imagine how it would feel to step into a flower garden without eyesight, then explain it to me. Get visceral...describe the scene either directly or indirectly. Be creative. :) Or go totally metaphorical with it. Think outside the box. Oh, and make it a micro-poem, too. Have fun!
Written by Zoelise in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Fields of Flowers

Ridged you shatter,

With waves of loves pure light,

Ode to sweetness,

Scents of purity,

Dashed with the fragrance of love,

Dotted with the shades of many a sky,

Beauty you sing as I dance around,

Fields of flowers,

Heaven's earthly crown

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Describe a flower garden, but do not use any color adjectives (i.e., don't use descriptive words like red, yellow, green). Ideas: Tell me how your body senses the garden? How does red feel? What is yellow? Imagine how it would feel to step into a flower garden without eyesight, then explain it to me. Get visceral...describe the scene either directly or indirectly. Be creative. :) Or go totally metaphorical with it. Think outside the box. Oh, and make it a micro-poem, too. Have fun!
Written by Zoelise in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Fields of Flowers
Ridged you shatter,
With waves of loves pure light,
Ode to sweetness,
Scents of purity,
Dashed with the fragrance of love,
Dotted with the shades of many a sky,
Beauty you sing as I dance around,
Fields of flowers,
Heaven's earthly crown
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Write a sexy haiku - can be subtle or hot, hot, hot!
Written by Zoelise in portal Haiku

Locked In

Hail Pours Down,

Roof Caves In Dropping Snow Mounds,

Guess We're Locked In

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Write a sexy haiku - can be subtle or hot, hot, hot!
Written by Zoelise in portal Haiku
Locked In
Hail Pours Down,
Roof Caves In Dropping Snow Mounds,
Guess We're Locked In
#romance 
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Write a work of prose/poetry about the coming of Springtime, but here's the catch: you can't use the letter 'S'
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Blooming Will Begin

New Air,

Gentle Wind,

Goodbye Winter,

Blooming will begin,

Watch the rain dropping,

Pitter-Plop-Plopping,

Light on fencing,

Offering radiant youth,

One-hundred heat in no-time,

Bring out the blow-up pool,

Equinox to come in only many a few day,

Goodbye February,

March, come what May.

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Write a work of prose/poetry about the coming of Springtime, but here's the catch: you can't use the letter 'S'
Written by Zoelise
Blooming Will Begin
New Air,
Gentle Wind,
Goodbye Winter,
Blooming will begin,
Watch the rain dropping,
Pitter-Plop-Plopping,
Light on fencing,
Offering radiant youth,
One-hundred heat in no-time,
Bring out the blow-up pool,
Equinox to come in only many a few day,
Goodbye February,
March, come what May.
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Part 1. Be sure to go on to part two challenge when you are done with this one! Write a paragraph or two with vivid descriptions and leave me hanging and dying to find out what happens next. I will do one too! Maximum 250 words. Tag me!
Written by Zoelise

Guilty.

Fear shook the body of a young Alaana Melaine as she fidgeted in the wooden chair of the courtroom. Her brown-doe eyes glanced behind her to her family sitting in the pew. Their faces reminded the teenager to sit proudly in her chair. She had never wanted to do what she had done; but she had to. And that's where the jury came into play. It was no mystery that the 13 year-old had shot and killed Mr. Andrew Finnegan. The man had ambushed her house with a gun, ready to take lives in return for treasure (Alaana's family was barely middle class). The child's family had been downstairs when ambushed ; she watched the man enter the house from her room; avoiding family super due to a stomach ache. She saw the gun in his hand and the adrenaline had kicked in. There was no time to warn; she ran to the gun safe and frantically entered the code. Her father was a retired army general, so she knew what to do in an emergency. She took the handgun and sprinted downstairs. The girl had screamed at the man to get away from her family. He pointed his weapon at the mother, evil enlightening his face. Alaana shut her eyes and squeezed the trigger. We was dead. She saw it as self defense, but others refer to it as murder in the first degree. The girl snapped back to the harsh reality..." The jury finds the defendant..."

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Part 1. Be sure to go on to part two challenge when you are done with this one! Write a paragraph or two with vivid descriptions and leave me hanging and dying to find out what happens next. I will do one too! Maximum 250 words. Tag me!
Written by Zoelise
Guilty.
Fear shook the body of a young Alaana Melaine as she fidgeted in the wooden chair of the courtroom. Her brown-doe eyes glanced behind her to her family sitting in the pew. Their faces reminded the teenager to sit proudly in her chair. She had never wanted to do what she had done; but she had to. And that's where the jury came into play. It was no mystery that the 13 year-old had shot and killed Mr. Andrew Finnegan. The man had ambushed her house with a gun, ready to take lives in return for treasure (Alaana's family was barely middle class). The child's family had been downstairs when ambushed ; she watched the man enter the house from her room; avoiding family super due to a stomach ache. She saw the gun in his hand and the adrenaline had kicked in. There was no time to warn; she ran to the gun safe and frantically entered the code. Her father was a retired army general, so she knew what to do in an emergency. She took the handgun and sprinted downstairs. The girl had screamed at the man to get away from her family. He pointed his weapon at the mother, evil enlightening his face. Alaana shut her eyes and squeezed the trigger. We was dead. She saw it as self defense, but others refer to it as murder in the first degree. The girl snapped back to the harsh reality..." The jury finds the defendant..."
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