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First of all, last month's entries
b l a n kwe set the world on fire,
you and i.
we stood and watched it burn and
i was mesmerized
by the flickering tendrils of flame
glimmering red and yellow and orange but
not necessarily in that order.
for hours upon hours upon
seconds that seemed like centuries,
i watched that pretty red
(or was it orange or red-orange or yellow or-)
until it (accidentally) consumed me
and from then on i
remember nothing but deafening silence-
that followed after your body
fell onto ashes and soot and dirt
(we burned it all, remember?)
and my hand (that was in your chest oh god)
colored ugly, dark red.
and so despite the static ringing in my ears,
i don’t know how the silence and the static swirled together
in that giant jumble of chaos but-
i suppose it doesn’t matter in the end.
after all, what’s the memory of a dead person compared
to you who lives and breathes and stands right in front of me?
Preemptive SpellErick Krumm was not surprised to regain awareness within a coffin. The last memories of his living brain flashed jolts of jumbled sensory stimuli. An odd smell, like the air after lightning struck, coming from new beakers before he added the first ingredients for Dependable Dan’s Hair Restoration Spell. Bubbling pearl-blue liquid transfigured to a rust-orange hue. That smell again, almost strong enough to knock him over. Heat and glass chewing rat-holes through his flesh.
He groped his chest with the hand which had the most fingers remaining. The digits were stiff and ended in new growth of nail curved to pointed tips. They scratched dry ribs and fiddled with sticky tissue shreds of unknown identity. No pain, save for that growing urge in his belly.
Erick imagined how hideous he would look by candlelight, robe cast aside to reveal every exquisite detail. Maybe the bastard would die of fright before he had a chance to bite him. The fact that he didn’t know which bastard had
Seven Is HeavenCars rush past in the other lanes. I can see them clearly through the glass but I roll down the window nonetheless. Air rushes inside and the cars become more real. I can feel every one zooming by. Yet it's all a blur. Everything. Life. It seems to zoom by but at the same time it seems to stand still. All colors seem to be grey, all warmth chill me to the bone. I feel the wind grazing my wet face.
I see her face swimming in front of me not as it was an hour ago with a tube in her mouth and bruises so bad barely an inch of skin was visible. No, I see it as it was before the accident: cream skin, brown eyes, dark chestnut hair and a smile that was irresistible.
It was not just a figure of speech. She truly was irresistible. I never could deny her that extra candy, that expensive toy in the shop window, the car keys. I can only wish I had been stronger. It was my fault she drove that night. Her fate was my doing. She had, the doctor had told us, no brain activity. "No hope of recovery" he
Great job to you three, and 100 points for this month go to AspiredWriter! I hope you'll stay on board for this prompt too.
A serving of inspiration...
We are all different, but aren't we eventually deep down all the same? Maybe you believe that, maybe you don't. Sometimes life has a way of forcing you to believe things that you never thought you would - and making you meet people that normally would never belong in your circle of friends. But for one reason, that maybe you don't even know at first, you end up together.
The Prompt
Two people who would not normally meet end up together by circumstance and discover a fundamental similarity. Maybe they belong to two different society "classes", maybe they come from opposite ends of the world and they never would have met if one of them hadn't lost their flight - maybe the similarity is just common ancestry, or it's a life-changing ideal that they share, but that's up to you. One thing, though - this is not a love story. Don't make me kick you.
A couple of harder challenges for you tough soldiers:
- the piece is written in third person;
- Instead of people meeting, it is the meeting of two objects or an object and a person;
- Even harder: it is the abstract meeting of two ideas.
Normal theWrittenRevolution word limits apply. Up to 1500 words, both poetry and prose.
Prizes and Chat Event
100 points go to a lucky random deviant who submits a prompt.
Since there wasn't much attendance at the early chat, we're condensing all the fun into the later one!
The chat event will be on November 22nd, at 3PM (15:00) CST (that's Central Standard Time, central United States), click on this LINK to see what time that is for you in your time zone.
The chatroom is HERE, hope to see you all there!
When you have written your prompt, note it to us and we'll include it in our gallery!Include which prompt you wrote it after.
Some more prompts from our affiliates
:thumb459529478: this journal by lacoterie has a couple of nice prompts you can try.
:thumb492054141: House-of-Playwrights has their weekly-ish prompt out!
Weekly Prompts!Monday- Write a four line poem, each line starting with "I am".and Poem-A-Day has a set of weekly prompts, divided per days of the week. (:
Tuesday- Write a poem of any format about "glass figurines".
Wednesday- Write a free verse poem about "the war of the moon and sun".
Thursday- Write a visual poem about autumn leaves.
Friday- Write a narrative poem about a memory of when you were little.
Happy writing and have good night!
-Majikku7
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>>All hail GinkgoWerkstatt for this beautiful skin.
