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wetpetals

a little escape. instagram: @wetpetalspoetry

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Challenge of the Month III: January

New beginnings, a fresh start. A new chapter in an old story, or a new story altogether. Write about the start of something new. Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose. $100 purse to our favorite entry. Outstanding entries will be shared with our publishing partners.

wetpetals

• 150 reads

who

I am a ghost.

But I don’t haunt anyone.

I don’t want to be a burden,

Or be bothersome.

I wander unseen,

Unheard.

I quietly observe.

And I wonder,

If I could get my life back,

If I would.

Challenge

Rhyming definition

I don’t feel much like writing lately, so I thought I would create a challenge to inspire you all to write instead. Write a definition, and make it rhyme. I have provided an example. Tag me to read your entry. (Let’s keep it fair: no mass tagging, please)

wetpetals in Poetry & Free Verse

• 92 reads

Apathy:

Numbly going from a motion to a motion, like flat stones skimming a still ocean.

No emotion.

Challenge

Write a sexy scene. Include the words: twinkle lights, snow, forget, wine.

For the first time in my life on Prose, I'm going to select the winner in order for me to see how the monarchy decision works as a challenge creator. This is for portal Romance & Erotica, so make it hot. NO POETRY. Warning: My standards are high for writing quality and content. Give me your best writing in exactly 111 words. (This is Romance & Erotica's 111th challenge.) Have fun!

wetpetals in Romance & Erotica

• 132 reads

Awkward

I show up at his door.

I’m wearing something that

Makes me feel a little

Ridiculous

But...

It was snowing, ok.

I wore a puffy coat

high heels

And tight jeans.

I’m feeling it.

My diamonds

Twinkle

Making me look like

A rich bitch

It’s more than enough

To get his attention

I think

As I take another drink

Of the wine

In my sippy

Cup

Not a cup

A water bottle

They call it

I ring the doorbell again

The lights come on

Oh shit

I hope he wasn’t asleep

How awkward

It’s the holidays

I forgot

Oh fuck

Forget it

He’s married

And I shouldn’t be doing this.

wetpetals in Micropoetry

• 63 reads

State of mind

You can never spread yourself too thin. You just diversify.

Challenge

The key is to use one word in either a poem or your prose, and far be it from me to stop a short story from coming to the front of the line.

The word is: disguise. Play it any way you like, either in the title or somewhere in your write ... BUT, you can only use disguise once in your writing ... and PLEASE ... tag me in the comment area not on your written piece ... @Danceinsilence

wetpetals in Poetry & Free Verse

• 109 reads

Poetry is magic.

I love how in poetry

I can share those secret parts of me

With words that reveal the heart of me

But yet disguised

Like a magic trick.

You saw them

But yet you didn’t see

A sleight of hand.

A unique kind of mystery.

I can also say many big things

And hide them among lesser ones

Giving attention to whichever pleases

Anyone.

And all the while

I don’t matter anymore.

And I like it there,

The peacefulness

Of disappearing.

Challenge

Your dream. In poetry.

Tell us about a dream you had recently. Write it in poetry form.

wetpetals in Poetry & Free Verse

• 91 reads

Tigers and lions, and where were you?

Last night I had a dream. In my dream, you were away from me. I was alone, at home. I looked out the window.

I saw a giant tiger in the backyard. I couldn’t believe my eyes. As I watched, I saw baby tigers approach. What a beautiful family, I thought to myself.

I looked away, to call you, to see. I looked back again and I saw a small lion. He grabbed the throat of the tiger with his jaws. He held on. The tiger struggled awhile, then gave up.

He was dead. And the baby tigers were gone.

And that was all.

And nobody else saw.