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Alright, I'm in and I'll take a flash rule. That losertar will be mine.
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I think I might do a reading, post-judging. I don't know. Have fun, y'all. A Cop of Coffee Careless, careless. She’s alone. Busy talking on the phone. My cap’s pulled down as I move in. I’m steady. Careful. With a grin. And then a cloth that’s soaked with sleep, engulfs her face. “Just breathe in deep.” Her body’s limp and in my arms. No witnesses or tripped alarms. Her skin’s so soft. She smells so nice. A gag, some rope. These will suffice. Panting, panting. Tired, old. Misty breaths. The weather’s cold. She’s in the trunk. It’s locked up tight. I start the car and drive all night. I had to stop for one quick cup. Some morning joe to warm me up. I toss the cup aside outside right near a man in blue, mid-stride. Foolish, foolish. He’s a cop, clearly wanting me to stop. Pretending not to see, I walk, But then he closes in to talk. I reach the door. Key’s in. At last. I turn it ‘round. “Hey, not so fast!” “Oh officer, how do you do?” “You see that cup that you just threw?” “Ah, yes. I recollect that cup.” “It’s on the street so clean it up.” “But I’m too old to bend my spine.” “So use your legs or earn a fine.” Careful, careful. No mistakes. Must stay calm. Don’t raise the stakes. She’s tuckered out. I pray she’s still. The trash is thrown. I’ve had my fill. While thinking of what’s up my sleeve, I nod at him and take my leave. I hear a thump as I pull out, but soon we’re gone. Too late to shout. And when we reach my favorite spot, I’ll have exactly what I sought. I’ll be a loving dad again. Even if it’s just pretend. - Word Count: 282 Jamfrost fucked around with this message at 15:20 on Jun 28, 2015 |
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Jun 28, 2015 14:45
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I'm not very confident with this prompt, but I'm IN with a flash rule.
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Jun 29, 2015 23:45
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The Doctor Is in the House - 550 words I’ve had this monophobia that wouldn’t let me be. No matter what I tried to do, I never could break free. That’s when I made a call to Frank, praying he could come. He said, “I will and very soon. No need to be so glum.” What began were home visits that took place every day. He didn’t seem to mind too much as long as I could pay. He’d listen, nod, and talk with me to help me with my stress, But then he seemed to grow aloof and chatted less and less. I didn’t mind. His presence did so much to quell my fears, But every time he left for home, I failed to stop my tears. One night phantasmagorias took hold of all my dreams. My paranoia came back hard and undid all my seams. Suddenly the house appeared to grow and grow in size. My cozy home became a place that wanted my demise. I closed my anxious eyes with haste, saying “It’s okay.” My worried cat climbed up the bed and stayed with me ‘til day. The morning sun made shadows fade away into the light. Alive and calm with cat in hand, I thought myself all right. I knew that Frank was coming soon and put the kettle on; Some chamomile would help me feel my sanity’s not gone. I let Frank in and sat him down. I prepped myself to speak. “As you know, my cat does help with making me less weak. I panic less, but still feel scared. The feeling’s not the same. I still can’t stand to be alone. Is my old age to blame?” “I need a person here with me to know that I’m secure. I feel exposed. The dark’s no good. I always feel unsure.” Nodding in his seat he said, “We’ve covered this before.” That’s when the kettle sang its tune which soon became a roar. I left to gather everything and put them on a tray. I added honey. Not much else. And thought of what to say. “It needs to steep so in that time I’ll talk about my dream.” His brows perked up with some surprise, a man of such esteem. “The images that plagued my mind when I just wanted sleep Made sure to trigger all my fears. Enough to make me weep. I saw things that were buried deep in places I don’t tread. What I remember felt so real. They scared me out of bed.” “Hmm. Hmm. Okay. I need details about the things you’ve seen. Leave nothing out. I need to know to find out what they mean.” He psychoanalyzed my words, hoping to assist. “It’s done.” I said as I watched him compiling a list. I scrutinized the way he drank the tea that I had made. He gave me an accusing glare while looking quite afraid. He tried to fight the dizziness and keep his eyes alert. I calmed him down as best I could and said, “You won’t be hurt.” “I thank you for your company and all those times we met, But words no longer give me strength and neither does my pet. I need a person here with me to live without unease. I’m sorry, Frank. I really am. I tried. Forgive me, please.”
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Jul 6, 2015 05:07
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Hmm, you could try longer cycles (2 weeks?) or bigger prize pools to entice people. Also, any judge notes? Those are always interesting to read.
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Jul 6, 2015 18:34
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rivetz posted:Nooo I only just discovered the Resurrection™. It sifted, judged, and was ended and rose again on the sixth month in accordance with the entries.
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Jul 7, 2015 05:02
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In. Please assign me a genre and a flash rule, desu~.
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Jul 7, 2015 07:40
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Just for clarification, are we writing new characters for the genre or about the characters from a show or whichever? I need to know before starting my horrible fanfiction.
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Jul 9, 2015 05:55
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Can't Let Go (443 words) With a twist of the wrist, I’m drenched with pure light. I take on a form that’s ready to fight. My spear has a reach that’s without a match. It pierces my foes and kills by the batch. I work with a team. They’re stupid, but strong. To me they act nice. We don’t get along. I rather they just let me be all alone. At least they can fight, despite their kind tone. At the end of the day, when all is at rest. I escape to my home with relief in my chest. No parents or “friends” to make me feel used. No shadows of death to leave me so bruised. Just me and the one who’s taken my heart. No distractions at all to keep us apart. The girls have no clue of the boy that I love, But as soon as I sit, a scream from above! I leave in a flash while shouting, “Goodbye!” Two jumps and I’m there. I land with a sigh. The others are here with magic unleashed. “I’m busy right now so move quick, capiche?” They move with the grace of a used up old car, But managed to knock the shade up quite far. That’s when I close in with disdain for my foe And run him through hard with one mighty blow. The girls are all smiles and cheer with delight, But I don’t care much for them or the fight. I quietly sink back into the night To see if my beau was doing all right. And there he is sitting in the very same spot. He knows me so well that we’ve never fought, But since we first met, he’s been acting so shy. He doesn’t say much, but ooo what a guy. Gently grabbing his hand, I feel his cold skin. I wrap us up tight to keep the heat in. It was when we first met. He was under attack. I wasn’t strong then, but I fought the shade back. I took him back home to save what was left. Magic and stitches with movements so deft, Kept him in one piece. ‘Twas love at first sight. Only he could keep my flames all alight. My purpose was clear. My steps had a goal. My power turned great. I knew my own soul. But under this sheet with the one I adore, I’d let the world go and ask nothing more. A scream from below. My magic reacts. To keep my love safe, it’s now I must act. With a twist of the wrist, I’m drenched with pure light. I take on a form that’s ready to fight.
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Jul 16, 2015 05:59
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Grrr-Krishnakk posted:Thank Christ that's over with. Probably not the best theme to try poetry with but there was no way I was going to manage a higher word count in the time I'd left myself. I feel your relief. Time should stop disappearing so fast (and that's with the contest having a longer duration this week). Edit: Something that everyone should be exposed to: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FkVYHUMCCwc Jamfrost fucked around with this message at 06:04 on Jul 16, 2015 |
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Jul 16, 2015 06:00
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A body pillow, of course! I could've written in some hugging and bedding jokes. By the way, I watched some of Madoka Magica for research and wow, that anime became dark real fast.
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Jul 17, 2015 11:49
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I'm in with a flash rule.
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Jul 20, 2015 06:53
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Until the End 750 words Since I was child from a time so long ago. I wanted to help people out and teach them what I know. “Boo-boos need some cleaning with a bandage to protect.” “If you’re feeling really sick then you should go get checked.” And so I grew into a lad who studied people’s health. My parents had my gratitude for parting with their wealth. I planned to pay back every cent by blazing past the norm Because the system put in place was asking for reform. Illness had a mighty hold on those that we held dear. It stole so many futures and preyed upon our fear. With that in mind I listened to what the teachers said. My many books on medicine were worn and often read. I memorized so many names, I almost wrecked my mind. I carried on. I needed to or risk falling behind. I needed everything I learned to further my career And soon I was a resident, training in high gear. I treated many people and helped them with their pain. Checking vitals was a breeze. I didn’t have to strain. I also spent some time in labs to understand disease. Both medicine and research would not be done with ease. But even with the latest tech, our progress was too slow. Viruses could change with haste and cancer still could grow. The doctors and the researchers did try their very best. I couldn’t stay without results and set out on a quest. I bought a place and filled it with technology and hope. The size of my experiments could only grow in scope. I thought that I could start with pills or make some kind of drink. Nothing worked. Just failure and ample time to think. I dreamed about the enemy and cells that misbehaved. I reached out to the cure for which I greatly craved. Then I woke and tried once more to remedy our ills. Immune systems became my work and offered many thrills, Especially when what I did was modify my own. I wanted to bestow on us the power to dethrone The sicknesses that dared to take the ones we love away. From within we could fight back and live another day. My peers saw value in my work and utilized it well, But maladies were here to stay. Anyone could tell. Some parents still had faces that were overcome by grief. They buried their own children, a pain with no relief. The treatment costs were far too high. The masses had no chance. I had to think of something else for medicine’s advance. My tired eyes still had resolve. My health was also great. I had the time to figure out the way to change our fate. I needed something easy to spread across mankind. A virus meant to fight disease, a thought that crossed my mind. I went even smaller and settled on machines. The kind so small that they could go and rearrange our genes. I had them working with my cells and different types of death. I had Ebola on the ropes, breathing its last breath. Cancer didn’t stand a chance. It knew defeat at last. Diseases seemed to be, this time, a relic of the past. I had to know if it would work and used myself again. “Don’t be grey goo.” I prayed while ending with, “Amen!” Blinking lights and humming sounds only made me tense. Then suddenly, the needles pierced with pain that grew intense. Opening my eyes I saw a world that could be strong, But with me and only me, something did go wrong. I didn’t know it at the time and gave my gift to all. “Longer, healthy, happy lives. Humanity can’t fall.” People lived for centuries and populations boomed, But longer lives meant less to share and soon the world was doomed. War broke out and missiles flew. Atoms split, what could we do? People needed food to live. And soon we all were through. The dirt and oceans did survive. And cockroaches did too. I wondered how I did survive and thought this to be true. “Apparently, I cannot die because of what I made. I tested on myself too much, my body can’t degrade.” There’s no one left. Just only me. Everybody’s gone. I sit here waiting for the end, cursing every dawn. Eventually, I’ll know the joy that comes with lasting rest. The sun will die and so will I. I think that’s for the best.
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Jul 30, 2015 06:13
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I uh... have some concerns about the health of GamerDome. You think it needs a nap, J.A.B.C.? The more competitors, the better, I think.
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Jul 30, 2015 06:15
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^ Well, you know, maybe he still got the girl. Only she wasn't Alyssa and she brought an appetite. I was slightly confused by your capitalization of dozens since I didn't know how that made it significant and because it read as a regular word instead of some kind of name for the creatures/probably zombies ie "There were always Dozens..." versus something like "The Dozens would wait patiently..." - Cronodoculous, I liked your use of the elemental and your ending. I still want justice for that Grand Magus. Darn, young 'uns.
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