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Fiction Prompted

“The worst castles” – 500-1000 words in the style of Raymond Carver

by Trish / 30/08/2018

The wind whipped across the dunes, as though it knew there were better places to be. It brushed sand up against the clapboard houses, mostly silent now, summer having been bundled up and tucked into a back closet until next year. The woman clutched at her skirt, holding it tight against legs that had made men whistle low and long, a more menacing wind than the one that currently buffeted. She used the other hand to shade the late September…

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Fiction Poetry Prompted

Demon eyes, rabbits and whiskey – 150 words in the style of Poe.

by Trish / 30/08/2018

As I ponder where I should begin Propped up by whiskey, or is it gin I considered all the words that came before. Inspired by darkness, dreaded, foul Stories that called forth a howl, A scream for mercy I would oft ignore. I delighted in the midnight things, Of demon eyes, the sound of wings, Of monsters that would chill you to the core. I brazenly fulfilled the need, Nefarious thoughts that seemed to breed Like rabbits, seemingly with no…

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Musings and reflection Poetry Prompted

Day 3. Make up a word.. Absilet

by Trish / 06/02/2018

Absilet. An affirmation, joyfully so, that things are just as they seem. No so constrained as to be absolute, it allows for the possibility that anything can and likely will change at any moment, making room for breathing space, evolution, growth. I did not make up this word, but technically the person who made up this word also did not make up this word. We were, however, in accordance that it should be a word and so it has found…

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Musings and reflection Prompted Self-Realization

Deep thoughts x 307

by Trish / 11/10/2017

There are places I don’t go anymore. When I was younger, I sought out the dark. It was sticky and dreadful, and I often wondered if what I was doing was sane. It wasn’t. But such lessons must be learned, and can’t be taught. I meandered purposefully on paths winding and overgrown, seeking shadows that still held secrets forgotten by all but those singleminded and righteous few still dedicated to actual truth. I believed this truth required I honestly face…

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Fiction Prompted

Prompted, because sometimes a kick in the ass is what’s needed.

by Trish / 06/08/2017

Word count: 600 Genre: Science Fiction Character: An angel Material: A bottle of wine Sentence: ” I didn’t mean to answer the call.” Bonus: Your character is fearless to the point of stupidity. “I didn’t mean to answer the call.” “One could argue you had no choice. Voice of God and all that..” the sentence trailed off and he glanced around before taking another long pull from the wine bottle. “Fuckin hell,” she laughed briefly at that. “When are you…

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Musings and reflection Prompted Self-Realization

Projections

by Trish / 13/09/2015

It’s tough reconciling the part of myself as being a avid practioner of always start, never finish with someone who will get it together to publish something people want to read (while arguing, kicking and screaming that I’m not writing for the yous! I write only for myself!!! Uh-huh. I don’t write for reaction at all…). Perhaps that’s the problem though. I’ve locked myself into this mindset that I am that person and it needs to change. Change is hard.…

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Musings and reflection Prompted

All of the reasons, which is a lie because there are way more than 21

by Trish / 12/09/2015

I’m not doing day six. It’s about writing poems with soft sounds and ones with hard sounds, then determining which one makes you feel more. This is how I picture it. whish whoosh wush foosh frawash shush shush shush, I said be quiet. mish mush mooshoomoosho Then fuck fuck fuck fuckin fuckity fuck fuck fuck suck it fucker you fucking fuck (I tried to combine the punctuationlessness of yesterday with this prompt because I kinda feel the same way about…

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Prompted Self-Realization

Skipping days like stones because I love the dead stop as much as the dot dot dot

by Trish / 12/09/2015

I didn’t do day five yesterday, I was busy. Or whatever. It was a poem with no punctuation. Then add the punctuation. But I can’t bring myself to do that. It would look like this Roses are red Violets are blue Suck it punctuation There’s no place for you here But I looove punctuation! I’m excited for exclamation! And jubilant for hesitation, which can lead anywhere… But I groove on a dead stop. Why? She asked, curving her smile to…

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Musings and reflection Poetry Prompted

If you knew what was coming, what would you change?

by Trish / 09/09/2015

Day four. Imagine the world is ending in 24 hours. Write the way it will end and how you would fill the hours. This one is tough because in my mind, the quintessential last day on earth scenario was encapsulated in Last Night, directed by Don McKellar. Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything and could have written something similar, since that movie was made in 1998. I had such a 90’s crush on Don McKellar and Callum Keith Rennie. Still…

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Musings and reflection Prompted

I’m a psychic!!!!

by Trish / 08/09/2015

Actually I’m totally not. If I was, I would have known that I was going to miss posting yesterday and would have anticipated such things, ensuring that I posted a thing, making this longwinded intro superfluous. However, I’m here now and find myself caught a bit. It’s day three(ish) of the 30 day writing challenge I signed up to do approximately 37 days ago. I know, I’m so fucking organized. Sincerely, anything that takes a backseat to my schoolyness right…

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