so i went prose, good prose.
write about anything .
no sex or bashing others. no typing funny & if its labled adult i can't read it obv.
good luck <3
restart my muse.
write about anything .
no sex or bashing others. no typing funny & if its labled adult i can't read it obv.
good luck <3
restart my muse.
Closed for judging
- Closed for judging on December 4
- Rewards: Gold: 400
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It's pretty hard to find people that aren't scared to break out of society’s' chokehold.
As much as I hate this, one person can't change years and years of brainwashing.by Laizia 41 lines, 1 comment, on Nov 3 12:24 AM• Viewed by judge. -
by SarahEatsAirplane 47 lines, 3 comments, on Nov 7 8:55 PM. In Love, Personal, Thoughts, Life, Sad, Dark, Angst, Weird, Depression• Viewed by judge.
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Walking on the ups and downs of silly alphabets residing in rhetorically crafted words building dykes of phrases, those that stop the flow• Not viewed by judge.
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Let the drops of my blood be the tune of the music I ought to write for you.• Not viewed by judge.
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my young sister has said that kindness hurts. This is true, what I am amazed is, how she gets such maturity at so young age. I pondered ove• Not viewed by judge.
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You give me pause. I look at you in wide eyed wonder trying unsuccessfully to guess
what you might do next. I watch you through mother's e• Viewed by judge. -
From the tiniest speck of water
To the largest most evocative heartfelt memoryby Thewordflow 4 lines, 7 comments, on Nov 14 5:51 AM• Viewed by judge. -
The blood was staining his ceiling again. Levi crumpled the notebook page in frustration and tossed it over his shoulder. It landed a foot away from the small wire trashcan in the corner. He got up from his desk. How the fuckby Alpha Rats Nest 72 lines, 1 comment, on Nov 13 1:07 AM• Viewed by judge.
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Imagine - if you can, the most wonderful tree. A memory tree whose abundant selection of colourful fruits range from throwaway to forbidde• Viewed by judge.
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Don't expect this to be anything like what we had before.
Prose always sounded so wonderful as I sat on cloth and watched documentaries on Saturday and spread Vitamin E under my eyes and slept with a heating pad and a heby suddenly-there 9 lines, on Nov 29 6:21 PM• Not viewed by judge. -
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Trace her heart with scissors; she's flat as cardboard. A micrometer over size zero; she weeps over lost beauty and diminished life; tears dripping upon gold cotton and polyester; alchemical cloths worth more than Christ'sby ZachP 14 lines, 12 comments, on Nov 30 2:02 PM• Not viewed by judge.
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grr. all these contests that give you free reign.
gee, it's like people are taking the whole 'free country' thing seriously these days. -
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haha; I agree.
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yumm, prose



