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Tektal's Around the World Drinking Session!. First Place in Extraterrestrial Challenge. Content Warning.
Yer an alien, is tha' right, pal? Did yee say yer name wis, Tektal? Welcome, welcome, come right in Tell me all aboot yer alien kin
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Mind Waves of Power. Runner-Up in If Walls Could Talk.
If walls could talk, then you'd be in a lot of trouble. The whole lot of you. But especially you. I am your wall, and I've been holding your secrets. Closets don't hold skeletons like I do. I've got all the brittle bone dust of each and everyone of your deceits, your selfish exploits; all the schemes right from the control center of your life. Every last one of them.
By Kali Mailhot3 years ago in Fiction
How to Disappear. Runner-Up in Instructions for Disappearing Challenge.
Forget your name. Fold it into paper. Let it drift downstream. Stop replying to echoes. They are not yours anymore.
By David M5 months ago in Poets
How the Beetle Lost his Tongue. Second Place in Mythmaker Challenge.
Before this, when the stars felt close enough to touch and the world was green, there lived a beetle. A beetle who told nothing but lies.
By Lauren Everdell2 years ago in Fiction
Mary’s Non-optional Lovelight Continuum. Runner-Up in Lantern Light Challenge.
Only Grandma is unbreakable beacon Silent shine over sadistic somber a global menace naught but light and fire destroys
By The Dani Writer3 months ago in Poets
The Great Sock Migration!. Runner-Up in Absurdist Awakening Challenge.
He realized something was off when he felt an unusual coldness in his left foot while eating breakfast. His sock had somehow crept halfway down his foot, bunching defiantly at his arch as he looked down. When he bent down to hack it up, the sock literally sighed.
By Neli Ivanova10 months ago in Humor
Mud Pie Memory. Runner-Up in Snacktime Sonata Challenge.
Where are my mud pies? I had them here a second ago. Crunched-up oak leaves as the meat, Slivers of yellowing birch as the cheese.
By Meredith Harmon2 years ago in Poets
My Soul's Destiny. Finalist in 2023 Vocal Writing Awards - Romance Fiction.
Thou wert my Destiny;—thy song, thy fame, The wild enchantments clustering round thy name, Were my soul’s heritage, its royal dower; Its glory and its kingdom and its power! - Sarah Helen Whitman
By Jennifer Christiansen3 years ago in Fiction
Sunrise, Sunset. Runner-Up in Tautogram Challenge.
Sunrise, sunset Slow start, soft send Seagulls sing, shadows sway Salty sea, Saturday Sky shines, sails soar Sweeping sand, shallow shore
By Kat The Girl3 years ago in Poets
The Jilted Bride!. Runner-Up in The Forgotten Room Challenge.
🕊️ The Courtship of Morylda Morylda met him - Chalen - in the greenhouse of her aunt’s estate, where she’d gone to escape the suffocating expectations of her lineage. He was not a gardener, though he wore the green apron like one. He was a composer, moonlighting among orchids to pay for studio time. His hands smelled of soil and sandalwood, and when he spoke, his voice had the cadence of an unsung lullaby.
By Novel Allen2 months ago in Fiction
Achilles & Patroclus. First Place in Love in 50 Words Challenge.
Achilles, the storm, and Patroclus, the quiet shore, knew more of love than historians who say they were just brothers-in-arms-
By Sara Little2 years ago in Poets
Falling. Runner-up in 3:00 AM Challenge.
Oblivious laughs echo through the humid city air. Flashing lights and car horns. Everything with a slight delay. All edges blurred and softened. Morals, fading. Tripping out of the bar, he links my arm with his. Be careful, I say. If you keep doing things like this, I may just fall in love with you. Stomping along saliva-stained pavement, I thoughtlessly ramble about something and he pretends to follow. Slowly unwinding my arm from his, he laces his fingertips along mine. Losing control of whatever train my thoughts were on, my heart and I stop for a second and turn our gaze to him. I cannot control it. It is too late. I am falling. Falling. Falling. Fall-
By Katerina Petrou2 years ago in Fiction
The Open Line. Runner-Up in Tattoo This Line Challenge.
The phone rings only once. Like someone remembering then deciding against it. - He lets it hang— picks it up the second time.
By Iris Obscura8 months ago in Poets
An Ode. Runner-Up in the Short and Sweet Challenge.
Hard goes the way on a path made of loss, of feel and look then numb and dark. A cave with gold, here a ruby, here a ring and
By Kait Thursday2 years ago in Poets
Islands Reappear. Runner-Up in Next Great [American] Novel Challenge.
Journal Entry #444: Lately I have been thinking about what doc said: so stupid but maybe I’ll try it. Reminder that he said maybe I should try writing my journal entries from an outside observer perspective, maybe so I can be more kind to myself? I don’t think it will work, especially since who can actually be objective about themselves?! That seems like an exercise in futility. Honestly though, I have had the most crazy week so maybe it would be beneficial to slow things down and be as objective as possible about everything that has happened (from an outside perspective). Exclusive, this just in: news with what perhaps reveals some other things that you all don’t know about me? Stay tuned and buckle in:
By Kate Kastelberg 2 years ago in Fiction
Dear Uncle Tony. Runner-Up in Dancing with Distraction Challenge.
Dear Uncle Tony, I am writing to you from the sea Send me a sign, please, Tony, I’m tired, but my family needs me Righteous anger has burned me
By Veronica Germano3 years ago in Poets
Words Left Unspoken. Runner-Up in Villanelle of Regret Challenge.
Words spoken in haste will burn and soon be gone Though they bruise and foster indignation Words we leave unspoken slowly smolder on
By Dana Crandell3 months ago in Poets
Savor Some Real Hawaiian flavor. Runner-Up in Nourished Challenge.
Poke. It seems like it's everywhere these days. Everyone and their Mama/Papa/Aunty/Uncle/Sistah/Braddah/Cousin/Friend has opened up some sort of poke business, eaten at one of these shops, or at the very least, seen references about a poke place at least once in their lifetimes. It is currently a popular source of nourishment around the world, and due to its growing fame, has been featured on TV, print, radio, blogs and vlogs all over.
By M. Lee, MFA2 years ago in Feast
Rock On. Runner-Up in Ludicrous Limerick Challenge.
You just can't avoid getting older. It's a burden we all have to shoulder. You can simply survive. Or learn how to thrive.
By Marie Wilson3 years ago in Poets
Sociolassus. Runner-Up in the Neolomicro Challenge.
Freedom. She almost had it. She waved to the last of the partygoers as they departed. The disappearing headlights served as twin lighthouses in the night, assuring her that the farther they got, the farther she was from the rocky shore of social obligations.
By Stephanie Hoogstad2 years ago in Fiction