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Sideways, but well-intentioned, memoir (The Icing on the Cake) published author! Special education teacher, brain injured
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You are a robot sent to explore the outer rim of the Milky Way galaxy. You have returned to Earth after 200 years. What is the first thing you say?
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Basic Need

I imagine, kind sirs, 

You have managed to

Manufacture self

Recharging robots, but

200 years ago they

Didn't exist.  So, please,

Plug

Me

In 

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You are a robot sent to explore the outer rim of the Milky Way galaxy. You have returned to Earth after 200 years. What is the first thing you say?
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Basic Need
I imagine, kind sirs, 
You have managed to
Manufacture self
Recharging robots, but
200 years ago they
Didn't exist.  So, please,
Plug
Me
In 
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Write a haiku by reversing the rules as, 7/5/7 syllables instead of 5/7/5 syllables. Rhyme appreciated!
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Broken

(fifteen)

Rules are meant to be broken

Not out loud spoken

Syllables a mere token

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Write a haiku by reversing the rules as, 7/5/7 syllables instead of 5/7/5 syllables. Rhyme appreciated!
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Broken
(fifteen)

Rules are meant to be broken
Not out loud spoken
Syllables a mere token
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Write a haiku describes a place you love.
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Mine Mind

(Not fifteen)

Inner thoughts are best

Provide solace, place to rest

Free form, logic messed

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Write a haiku describes a place you love.
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Mine Mind
(Not fifteen)

Inner thoughts are best
Provide solace, place to rest
Free form, logic messed
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Arachnophobe or arachnophile - I don't care if you love or hate 'em, just write about 'em. Prose only (no poetry) and TAG ME! Happy writing.
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He Loves Me

     Eight legs.  Each counted, gingerly.  He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not.  Last, the body.  He loves me.  I place him gently in the tank I have for him.  It's filled with all the fauna of his native land.  It's important he's comfortable.  There's a small branch there.  Currently, he hides behind it.  My boy is shy, just like the Pointer Sisters sing.  The tune hums in my head, almost involuntarily.  I show him the fly then.  Grasped between tweezers.  It's important the fly be alive.  He likes it that way.  I lay the fly gently in it's tank.  "You're welcome!"

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Arachnophobe or arachnophile - I don't care if you love or hate 'em, just write about 'em. Prose only (no poetry) and TAG ME! Happy writing.
Written by jgonzalez5671
He Loves Me
     Eight legs.  Each counted, gingerly.  He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not.  Last, the body.  He loves me.  I place him gently in the tank I have for him.  It's filled with all the fauna of his native land.  It's important he's comfortable.  There's a small branch there.  Currently, he hides behind it.  My boy is shy, just like the Pointer Sisters sing.  The tune hums in my head, almost involuntarily.  I show him the fly then.  Grasped between tweezers.  It's important the fly be alive.  He likes it that way.  I lay the fly gently in it's tank.  "You're welcome!"
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If you could send a message to someone who had died, what would you say?
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Sore Thumb

Dad

Your brother

Remembers

Smiles

Defying

Catholism

Flamboyant

Flashy

Ostracized

By family

Idolized by

Me

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If you could send a message to someone who had died, what would you say?
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Sore Thumb
Dad
Your brother
Remembers
Smiles
Defying
Catholism
Flamboyant
Flashy
Ostracized
By family
Idolized by
Me
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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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Sweet

     I had seen her in the cafeteria a thousand times before.  Everyone had.  She paraded through, each day, with her entourage of cheerleader pals behind her.  Close enough to be noticed as with her, but not too close.  So, only she was in the sun.  All the girls wanted to be her.  Even the ones who acted like they were too cool to be envious.  And the boys? They all wanted to fuck her.  Every last one of them.  Even the gays, I'm sure, would dip in that pool just this once.  I think she has a sugar candy pussy.  That's the rumor.

     It's not that she's a slut.  At least, not according to the online rumor mill.  She's just popular.  I know, I know.  Isn't that the same thing?  I guess, in this case, no.  Still...  you can count the adolescent hard-ons in the caf' this day.  Mine included.  Yeah, my brain thinks she is probably a superficial, airhead.  But, my dick says different.  Can't help it.  So, ever so slowly, she peers over her lunch tray.  Piercing blue eyes searching her lowly subjects out.  She pauses.  Tongue licks her pink glossed lips.  She turns to me then.  (Big shocker, as the school's self-appointed brooding loser I'm sitting alone.)  She nods gently. A silent statement.  She's intending to sit with me!  I look her dead in the face and loudly declare (on behalf of all high school "nobodies" everywhere) "Sorry, no room at this table!"

     In my head, there's applause.  In the caf', however, everyone (literally, everyone!) looks at me with a combination of awe and disgust.  No matter.  That's when I see her- the almighty social goddess- dab at her eye.  Despite her feeble attempt, a tear escapes.  She dashes to the bathroom then, pocketbook dangling from her arm.  Before the cheerleader entourage can follow in, the sound echos.  A single gunshot.  The applause in my head is silenced.

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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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Sweet
     I had seen her in the cafeteria a thousand times before.  Everyone had.  She paraded through, each day, with her entourage of cheerleader pals behind her.  Close enough to be noticed as with her, but not too close.  So, only she was in the sun.  All the girls wanted to be her.  Even the ones who acted like they were too cool to be envious.  And the boys? They all wanted to fuck her.  Every last one of them.  Even the gays, I'm sure, would dip in that pool just this once.  I think she has a sugar candy pussy.  That's the rumor.
     It's not that she's a slut.  At least, not according to the online rumor mill.  She's just popular.  I know, I know.  Isn't that the same thing?  I guess, in this case, no.  Still...  you can count the adolescent hard-ons in the caf' this day.  Mine included.  Yeah, my brain thinks she is probably a superficial, airhead.  But, my dick says different.  Can't help it.  So, ever so slowly, she peers over her lunch tray.  Piercing blue eyes searching her lowly subjects out.  She pauses.  Tongue licks her pink glossed lips.  She turns to me then.  (Big shocker, as the school's self-appointed brooding loser I'm sitting alone.)  She nods gently. A silent statement.  She's intending to sit with me!  I look her dead in the face and loudly declare (on behalf of all high school "nobodies" everywhere) "Sorry, no room at this table!"
     In my head, there's applause.  In the caf', however, everyone (literally, everyone!) looks at me with a combination of awe and disgust.  No matter.  That's when I see her- the almighty social goddess- dab at her eye.  Despite her feeble attempt, a tear escapes.  She dashes to the bathroom then, pocketbook dangling from her arm.  Before the cheerleader entourage can follow in, the sound echos.  A single gunshot.  The applause in my head is silenced.

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The concept of death has captivated our imaginations since the beginning of human society. It has formed cultures, defined religions, shaped the course of history. Write about death. It can be lighthearted, humorous, hopeful, respectful, dreading, mournful, optimistic--you can paint it in any light you would like. Any style and format- poetry, prose, story, fiction, nonfiction, etc.
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Origami

Where once an ornate figure existed

Now paper laid out flat, creases still seen

Life's folds

Stories told

Yet, at death's door reduced to simply this

A single sheet of marred perfect paper

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The concept of death has captivated our imaginations since the beginning of human society. It has formed cultures, defined religions, shaped the course of history. Write about death. It can be lighthearted, humorous, hopeful, respectful, dreading, mournful, optimistic--you can paint it in any light you would like. Any style and format- poetry, prose, story, fiction, nonfiction, etc.
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Origami
Where once an ornate figure existed
Now paper laid out flat, creases still seen
Life's folds
Stories told
Yet, at death's door reduced to simply this
A single sheet of marred perfect paper
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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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One Too Many

Holding a stuffed

Bear in each arm

My toddler daughter

Stumbled. "One

Too many bears".

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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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One Too Many
Holding a stuffed
Bear in each arm
My toddler daughter
Stumbled. "One
Too many bears".
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Math Class
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Protract This

What's the measure

Of that angle

Add four and three

Subtract a parent

Multiply inner-city woes

And disabilities

Divide the meals into

Welfare sectioned

Food stamps

Sine

Cosine

Coefficient deficiency

Square root of poverty

Least

Common 

Denominator

Need

Now the 

Greatest

Common 

Factor

Want

It's a word problem

Nothing extraneous

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Math Class
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Protract This
What's the measure
Of that angle
Add four and three
Subtract a parent
Multiply inner-city woes
And disabilities
Divide the meals into
Welfare sectioned
Food stamps
Sine
Cosine
Coefficient deficiency
Square root of poverty
Least
Common 
Denominator
Need
Now the 
Greatest
Common 
Factor
Want
It's a word problem
Nothing extraneous
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Write a poem with the beginning line....I sat down by the river Styx.
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Searching

I sat down by the river Styx

pondering how to get the mix

Of life stresses and capitalism

With peace and Zen Buddhism

How can I reconcile East, West

This union is my soul's quest

Sitting peaceful, breathe in lotus

Try not to think about POTUS

Peace

Breath

Peace

Breath

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Write a poem with the beginning line....I sat down by the river Styx.
Written by jgonzalez5671 in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Searching
I sat down by the river Styx
pondering how to get the mix
Of life stresses and capitalism
With peace and Zen Buddhism
How can I reconcile East, West
This union is my soul's quest
Sitting peaceful, breathe in lotus
Try not to think about POTUS
Peace
Breath
Peace
Breath
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