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To rhyme or not to rhyme...that is the question? Prose only. 75-150 words.
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Why Do I Usually Rhyme??

I started writing poetry in about second grade. Everyone knows how that is taught: rhyme as much as you can. I did a pretty good job off of it as well. My brain was just sort of wired to rhyme as times, I guess. On top of that, I am not the best at breaking habits, so that is still how I write-only less childish I hope. I also used to write songs, and even though they didn't HAVE to rhyme, they sounded catchier. Same goes with poetry. Think about it; when you are trying to remember something, what do you do? Most of the time, we make up rhymes. I want people to remember my words, so that is why I rhyme.

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To rhyme or not to rhyme...that is the question? Prose only. 75-150 words.
Written by Izzy_A
Why Do I Usually Rhyme??
I started writing poetry in about second grade. Everyone knows how that is taught: rhyme as much as you can. I did a pretty good job off of it as well. My brain was just sort of wired to rhyme as times, I guess. On top of that, I am not the best at breaking habits, so that is still how I write-only less childish I hope. I also used to write songs, and even though they didn't HAVE to rhyme, they sounded catchier. Same goes with poetry. Think about it; when you are trying to remember something, what do you do? Most of the time, we make up rhymes. I want people to remember my words, so that is why I rhyme.
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Together, we can break the world record for longest book. When this challenge gets the necessary number of entries, it will expire and we will turn it into a book. Each entry will be its own chapter. Feel free to build from existing entries or write something radically different.
Written by Kaur_lovy

Risen Above

"Do you know the new watch which was launched last week and is made by a countryside watchmaker and is claimed to be the most expensive watch of the world?" she asked her neighbour friend while both were chatting over a cup of tea in her own backyard. "Yes, I have. Crazy watchmaker ," said her friend in response with no excitement in her voice at all. It bothered her a little bit but she let it pass. She continued sipping tea out of her favourite mug. The outside of the mug read, "Rise above, believe and it will be yours."

"Tea is really good, have you put cinnamon in it?" asked her friend. Without waiting for the answer, she continued, " why have you put up so many quotes all around your house?"

"I like to be kept surrounded with positive thoughts all the time. They remind me of my dreams and make me realize that I can achieve them," she explained with a bounce in her voice.

"Your dreams?" her friend exclaimed and continued," You have a Federal job, a dear husband and a big house with big car. What else could one dream of having?" These words of her friend gave her a chance to visualize her dreams once more in a day, that could be seen in the sparkle of her eyes. With a deep breath she continued, " I want to be more than this."

"This?"

"Not in the terms of money but as a person, I want to rise above this mediocrity. I want to be remembered for the millennia to come, for something good that no one has done before. Mediocrity just survives and those who choose to live know this and they find a path to being alive and rise. And people below it never really exist because they have already been killed by the society ruled by the mediocre people. Philosophers, artists and inventors are the people who change the world and they become rich only in the later third of their lives but they are the one who know what it means to rise above the mediocrity. Money follows the creativity. Hard work can put you through the process where you get enlightened to be the creator."

"So, will you now tell me what your dream is?"

"I am not yet ready to be labelled 'crazy'.I will let you know when I would be. That would be the time when I will be really close to achieving that 'world changing' thing. It would be an honour to be called 'crazy', as everyone who had ever thought about bringing the change in the world had been labelled 'crazy' at once like that watchmaker, like Einstein, like Edison, like Steve Jobs, like Bill Gates.........

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Together, we can break the world record for longest book. When this challenge gets the necessary number of entries, it will expire and we will turn it into a book. Each entry will be its own chapter. Feel free to build from existing entries or write something radically different.
Written by Kaur_lovy
Risen Above
"Do you know the new watch which was launched last week and is made by a countryside watchmaker and is claimed to be the most expensive watch of the world?" she asked her neighbour friend while both were chatting over a cup of tea in her own backyard. "Yes, I have. Crazy watchmaker ," said her friend in response with no excitement in her voice at all. It bothered her a little bit but she let it pass. She continued sipping tea out of her favourite mug. The outside of the mug read, "Rise above, believe and it will be yours."
"Tea is really good, have you put cinnamon in it?" asked her friend. Without waiting for the answer, she continued, " why have you put up so many quotes all around your house?"
"I like to be kept surrounded with positive thoughts all the time. They remind me of my dreams and make me realize that I can achieve them," she explained with a bounce in her voice.
"Your dreams?" her friend exclaimed and continued," You have a Federal job, a dear husband and a big house with big car. What else could one dream of having?" These words of her friend gave her a chance to visualize her dreams once more in a day, that could be seen in the sparkle of her eyes. With a deep breath she continued, " I want to be more than this."
"This?"
"Not in the terms of money but as a person, I want to rise above this mediocrity. I want to be remembered for the millennia to come, for something good that no one has done before. Mediocrity just survives and those who choose to live know this and they find a path to being alive and rise. And people below it never really exist because they have already been killed by the society ruled by the mediocre people. Philosophers, artists and inventors are the people who change the world and they become rich only in the later third of their lives but they are the one who know what it means to rise above the mediocrity. Money follows the creativity. Hard work can put you through the process where you get enlightened to be the creator."

"So, will you now tell me what your dream is?"

"I am not yet ready to be labelled 'crazy'.I will let you know when I would be. That would be the time when I will be really close to achieving that 'world changing' thing. It would be an honour to be called 'crazy', as everyone who had ever thought about bringing the change in the world had been labelled 'crazy' at once like that watchmaker, like Einstein, like Edison, like Steve Jobs, like Bill Gates.........
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Written by Silencespeaks

After "once upon a time"

Onceupon a time,

a girl was lying in her bed crying.

She wasn't crying because of a breakup or being a broke teenager.

She was crying because she was holding up a mirror.

The concealer she had put on could not cover the mental scarring she had been given with years of being told pretty enough for a soul to love her

Her straightened hair could not hide how she couldn't straighten up her fear of being unlovable.

The heels she wore were unable to set her above her problems.

So she kept looking, and she then realized how all books that start with "once upon a time" always end up having a happy ending.

And it was at this moment when she realized that her story was not over

And her happy ending is yet to come.

So she wiped away her concealer, that hid her flaws.

Washed her hair back to its frizzy, imperfect state.

Took off the heels that ached her feet, simply so she could be taller.

She looked back at the mirror and saw herself.

She realized that she was living a timeless story, one to occur to thousands of others.

But she knew that in the end, she would only become stronger from her current despair,

As every "once upon a time" story will end in prosperity.

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Written by Silencespeaks
After "once upon a time"
Onceupon a time,
a girl was lying in her bed crying.
She wasn't crying because of a breakup or being a broke teenager.

She was crying because she was holding up a mirror.

The concealer she had put on could not cover the mental scarring she had been given with years of being told pretty enough for a soul to love her
Her straightened hair could not hide how she couldn't straighten up her fear of being unlovable.
The heels she wore were unable to set her above her problems.

So she kept looking, and she then realized how all books that start with "once upon a time" always end up having a happy ending.

And it was at this moment when she realized that her story was not over
And her happy ending is yet to come.

So she wiped away her concealer, that hid her flaws.
Washed her hair back to its frizzy, imperfect state.
Took off the heels that ached her feet, simply so she could be taller.
She looked back at the mirror and saw herself.
She realized that she was living a timeless story, one to occur to thousands of others.
But she knew that in the end, she would only become stronger from her current despair,
As every "once upon a time" story will end in prosperity.
#fiction  #nonfiction  #poetry  #story  #love  #hope  #empowerment 
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