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Egyptology

Isis had her fingers

Her toes belonged to Osiris

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Egyptology
Isis had her fingers
Her toes belonged to Osiris
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Needle

as thimble

full

as we are

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Written by madbeyond in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Premise

dragonflies

are born

in water

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dragonflies
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Nocturne

We die

Sitting here

Unremarked upon

Singularly

Or as one

Looking out

From gray to blue

The unassuming view

Me (belatedly)

On you

On all that H2O

O Moon

In absentia

We sleep

We two

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Written by madbeyond in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Nocturne
We die
Sitting here
Unremarked upon

Singularly
Or as one
Looking out

From gray to blue
The unassuming view
Me (belatedly)

On you
On all that H2O
O Moon

In absentia
We sleep
We two
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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.
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Alert

Locks door. Shuts down computer. Turns off phone. Draws blinds. Pulls plug. Safe now. 

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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.
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Locks door. Shuts down computer. Turns off phone. Draws blinds. Pulls plug. Safe now. 

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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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Transplant from the West

We tried, but we weren’t a good match. On paper maybe, but what do the brokers know? It’s not a matter of the heart for them; it’s about the money. I had waited so long. I was tired of waiting. Tired of being on hold, listening to “The Windmills of Your Mind” playing over and over on the gassy electronic keyboard in my head. So the morning I got the call, I actually got out of bed, took a shower, did my hair, put on a little lipstick. Pale thing. You make my heart sing. Ticker raced around the apartment, dragged one shoe after the other to the door, howled like the moon was full and the wide savanna beckoned. “I guess it’s our lucky day,” I said. But of course the malaise returned, quickly; we’d only walked to the corner before I felt the heaviness of doubt. How exhausted I was in my own skin. And then the panic, held at bay for so long … Was this the one? Would it work? Did I want it to work? Was there ever a time, ever, that my heart had been at peace?

     He was from Seattle … I’d been there once, to visit my brother during school vacation. I was ten. It rained every day. I played Crazy Eights and ate too many Twinkies. How long had he lived there? Had he liked it? Would the Georgia sun be a deal breaker? Would he, who loved his motorcycle, loved the road, be content in the confinement of my singular chambers? I wasn’t ready. I would never be ready. But what choice did I have? I was dying inside. I needed him.

     Who knows, though, what he needed? He’d had a perfectly good life before me; a good heart. I didn’t mean to reject it. We woke up together. We’ll go West, I decided, we’ll buy a van and take Ticker to New Mexico. We’ll get a sidecar, and roam beneath the impossible sky. Me and You and a Dog Named Boo.

    And now we're like an old married couple. Your heart is failing me. I am failing you. Ticker needs a walk. We're a terrible match. I love you.

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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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Transplant from the West
We tried, but we weren’t a good match. On paper maybe, but what do the brokers know? It’s not a matter of the heart for them; it’s about the money. I had waited so long. I was tired of waiting. Tired of being on hold, listening to “The Windmills of Your Mind” playing over and over on the gassy electronic keyboard in my head. So the morning I got the call, I actually got out of bed, took a shower, did my hair, put on a little lipstick. Pale thing. You make my heart sing. Ticker raced around the apartment, dragged one shoe after the other to the door, howled like the moon was full and the wide savanna beckoned. “I guess it’s our lucky day,” I said. But of course the malaise returned, quickly; we’d only walked to the corner before I felt the heaviness of doubt. How exhausted I was in my own skin. And then the panic, held at bay for so long … Was this the one? Would it work? Did I want it to work? Was there ever a time, ever, that my heart had been at peace?
     He was from Seattle … I’d been there once, to visit my brother during school vacation. I was ten. It rained every day. I played Crazy Eights and ate too many Twinkies. How long had he lived there? Had he liked it? Would the Georgia sun be a deal breaker? Would he, who loved his motorcycle, loved the road, be content in the confinement of my singular chambers? I wasn’t ready. I would never be ready. But what choice did I have? I was dying inside. I needed him.
     Who knows, though, what he needed? He’d had a perfectly good life before me; a good heart. I didn’t mean to reject it. We woke up together. We’ll go West, I decided, we’ll buy a van and take Ticker to New Mexico. We’ll get a sidecar, and roam beneath the impossible sky. Me and You and a Dog Named Boo.
    And now we're like an old married couple. Your heart is failing me. I am failing you. Ticker needs a walk. We're a terrible match. I love you.


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Written by madbeyond in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Light of Day

I

The mist, heavy over the island

Over the ocean

Waves breaking

Faraway as snow

Hushed and held together

Breaking, crashing

Faraway as breath

The fog populating

The scrolling air

With passing forms

Unraveling longingly

Grasping, reaching

Disappearing into

Less than, more than

All that’s come to

Something close to

Somewhere chosen

Out there, over coffee

II

You knew it was remarkable

And wanted to say why

To make it

More than weather

The fog lifting

The forms taken up

They stepped, they leapt,

They faltered

They were glorious

Open to interpretation

Infinity, the waves that crash and

Break, break, break

Battered suitcase in a hallway

Bannered, banned

Dark and cold in cargo

Over careless seas

Such dreams

Such pairings of words

One morning

Stopped, stopped casually

Disappeared by beauty

By the mystery

After countless drafts

You never left it

As they had

Simply and in a moment

You had coffee

You did not switch on the light

The fog lifted

Became the light of day

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Written by madbeyond in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Light of Day

I

The mist, heavy over the island
Over the ocean

Waves breaking
Faraway as snow

Hushed and held together
Breaking, crashing

Faraway as breath
The fog populating

The scrolling air
With passing forms

Unraveling longingly
Grasping, reaching

Disappearing into
Less than, more than

All that’s come to
Something close to

Somewhere chosen
Out there, over coffee

II

You knew it was remarkable
And wanted to say why

To make it
More than weather

The fog lifting
The forms taken up

They stepped, they leapt,
They faltered

They were glorious
Open to interpretation

Infinity, the waves that crash and
Break, break, break

Battered suitcase in a hallway
Bannered, banned

Dark and cold in cargo
Over careless seas

Such dreams
Such pairings of words

One morning
Stopped, stopped casually

Disappeared by beauty
By the mystery

After countless drafts
You never left it

As they had
Simply and in a moment

You had coffee
You did not switch on the light

The fog lifted
Became the light of day

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Challenge of the Week #59: Modernise Shakespeare’s ‘Shall I Compare Thee’ sonnet. 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 madbeyond

Eight Teen

Damn girl who throws that much serious shade?

Kate Upton naked on a horse no match

At fifty she’ll be hawking Gatorade

Sports Illustrated now a litter scratch

Supermodels’ shelf life not so super

Shit gets ugly when the money goes south

All the long-legged hotties in a stupor

heroin chic a streak along the mouth

But you are Botticelli on the shell

And all that bootyliciousness your own

And all that want to touch you are in hell

Because you are a picture on their phone

When we go dark you’ll still be relevant

Lit, artificially intelligent

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Challenge of the Week #59: Modernise Shakespeare’s ‘Shall I Compare Thee’ sonnet. 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 madbeyond
Eight Teen
Damn girl who throws that much serious shade?
Kate Upton naked on a horse no match
At fifty she’ll be hawking Gatorade
Sports Illustrated now a litter scratch
Supermodels’ shelf life not so super
Shit gets ugly when the money goes south
All the long-legged hotties in a stupor
heroin chic a streak along the mouth
But you are Botticelli on the shell
And all that bootyliciousness your own
And all that want to touch you are in hell
Because you are a picture on their phone
When we go dark you’ll still be relevant
Lit, artificially intelligent
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Two Words. Create the most sensory inspiring - or adverse - two word phrase. The challenge may say 15 words minimum, but that's wrong. :)
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table for 2

pussy piercing

inspiring, adverse, both, neither, either, or, together, alone, between, among, yes, no, maybe

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Two Words. Create the most sensory inspiring - or adverse - two word phrase. The challenge may say 15 words minimum, but that's wrong. :)
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table for 2
pussy piercing

inspiring, adverse, both, neither, either, or, together, alone, between, among, yes, no, maybe


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8 (Ate)

Damn girl who throws that much serious shade?

Kate Upton naked on a horse no match

At fifty she’ll be hawking Gatorade

Sports Illustrated now a litter scratch

Supermodels’ shelf life not so super

Shit gets ugly when the money goes south

All the long-legged hotties in a stupor

heroin chic a streak along the mouth

But you are Botticelli on the shell

And all that bootyliciousness your own

And all that want to touch you are in hell

Because you are a picture on their phone

    When we go dark you’ll still be relevant

    Lit, artificially intelligent

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Damn girl who throws that much serious shade?
Kate Upton naked on a horse no match
At fifty she’ll be hawking Gatorade
Sports Illustrated now a litter scratch
Supermodels’ shelf life not so super
Shit gets ugly when the money goes south
All the long-legged hotties in a stupor
heroin chic a streak along the mouth
But you are Botticelli on the shell
And all that bootyliciousness your own
And all that want to touch you are in hell
Because you are a picture on their phone
    When we go dark you’ll still be relevant
    Lit, artificially intelligent


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