Category: Prompts and Poetry
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“I am flesh and blood” The words come softly. Her face pressed against the laminate wood flooring. Sprawled on the floor like the squashed remains of a fly; wings broken, body twisted. It seems to convulse with the remainders of life. As she chokes through the sharpened lumps in her throat. The tide of sordid…
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He spoke a language no one knew, Seeing things in a different way and at a different pace, Why do we judge what we cannot see? We form preconceived notions about that which we cannot touch. How do we make a place for that which we cannot fathom? They say he is dumb. They…
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So today I got my first ever creative challenge prompt from Creative Cafe (Just started following them on Medium and you can too here!) The theme being Tasted, inspired by the quote: “He tasted her mind and realized he was starving.” I’m eager to join, or at least participate in my own capacity. Today hasn’t…
