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A Challenge of Inspiration II
Using the phrases below in a unique story or poem, inspire other Prosers to respond to your genius in kind. Responses need not be entered into the challenge--feel free to compose your response as a regular post, then put a link to your post in the comments of the original piece so we can all find it. One winning original entry and one winning response entry will take home a glorious $10 prize! I know--try to contain yourself. Here are your challenge phrases: _______________ '57 Chevy, faded blue jeans, rolling thunder, balls of steel, fire and ice, pillars of Heaven, the devil's last chance, torn leather jacket, dried-up tears, bat out of Hell
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Thunderstruck

Jessy and I were chalk and cheese. Fire and ice. She was fiery, passionate and loud, loud, loud. I would stand and glare at the boys she flirted with. In her faded blue jeans and torn leather jacket, she was my god. Why she wasted her time with those morons was beyond me.

After school, we'd drive around town in my dad's '57 Chevy, smoking, in silence. I was sure we were the definition of cool in those days. The best days of my life, turned out they were the devil's last chance.

When she turned on me, my world collapsed. Those balls of steel she had that I'd once so admired, scared the shit out of me. The pillars of heaven that once sustained me had come crashing down.

After hiding in the bathroom stall during lunch for a month, I was desperate to escape. The rolling thunder of my rage hit in waves. I sat with my dried-up tears, and was determined that as soon as was humanly possible, I'd be out of that town like a bat out of hell.

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