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Where: Cemetery

Who: Mystery person

How things look: Flooded, abandoned, dilapidated, beautiful

Periods: Nighttime, don’t know year or season

Weather: Raining

What’s happening: A grave robbery

Prompt: Write a Story in One Sentence

As the downpour flooded the abandoned cemetery, the figure emerged from the dilapidated mausoleum carrying beautiful white rags - a bride in the making. 

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How to Enjoy Winter

Step 1: Wait. Yes, it's the toughest step, I know! But we must wait for the snow to start falling.

Step 2: Once the snow starts, stay inside, and wait just a little longer. Optional - get some hot chocolate.

Step 3: Once the snow is easily building, sit cozily in front of a fireplace and watch out the window.

Step 4: As night falls, gather blankets, family, and some fun activities.

Step 5: Fall asleep in front of the fire.

Step 6: Wake up to a warm breakfast.

Step 7: Go out and enjoy the snow - make a snow angel, build a snowman, have a snowball fight.

Step 8: Repeat the past steps in preferred order!

And don't forget - enjoy!

Signs of Winter

Snow falling

Thicker jackets

Fireplaces

Hot cocoa

Knitted scarves

Fleece

Family gatherings

As the winds pick up and the temperature drops, one may as well stay inside. The snow angels and snowmen can wait ‘til another day, for now we relax in front of the fire. The logs burn and crackle, releasing a pop every now and then. The festivities have ended - family has left, the puzzles all fitted, the cocoa drank. Slowly the embers burn low. Night has fallen. 

A white blanket being made

Fires burning

Sipping chocolate before bed

Keeping warm from the bitter air

And staying warm for a peaceful sleep

All surrounded by the ones you love

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The Zealous Dare of Yellow

Zeal is a gift few are born with

Else they become too daring and bright

And for this lively tale, we

Lament the loss of a butterfly -

Only the light of a dying flame shows how

Unusually soft, yet sour 

She lived.

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This was my second version of a poem for the prompt, but I’m definitely enjoying the subtlety I added in! ;P 

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"Pinned,

Nailed,

Scratch raw

Against the cuts.

I live,

Yet I fear

'freedom.'

Freedom is

Disillusionment and

Mockery."

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After perusing Tiktok for some time and finding many videos that I absolutely love, I'm going to choose this one to analyze. First off, the story of Judas is pretty widely known and has been told many times - the Bible, The Last Days of Judas Iscariot, etc. - and I just kinda love that this is another new and fun way to see the story. It's short, sweet, and to the point while also giving the ideas of betrayal. Not to mention the amount of times it probably took for this group to get everything to line up perfectly.

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Micro Manifesto

I personally really like the cross-genre writing! It just opens up to so many possibilities, and you're not really restricted with what you're able to do/ say.

I also really enjoy Blogs and Social Media because it expands your ideas of what can count when writing/ being creative

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My vibe this season~

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Prompt: Write a Story in One Sentence

As the downpour flooded the abandoned cemetery, the figure emerged from the dilapidated mausoleum carrying beautiful white rags - a bride in the making. 

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I chose this particular piece a little bit for the taboo and a lot for the ending and how there’s almost no real resolution. There’s also little detail in the story yet we’re given everything we need to know. We are shown an arrogant, entitled arsehole and the timid girl who can’t stand up for herself, even when his actions make her sick. 

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There had been some discussion of death.

     Of course, it was pure speculation at the time. No one knew for sure that the siren wailing would end at the house at the end of the street. No one knew that as soon as the door opened, a sweet stink would escape. No one knew that the scent of metal would stain their clothes. No one knew the horror awaiting them.

     The team ran to the door, then back to their cars. It was too much. They put on their suits, and went back once more with slumped shoulders. No one was allowed near, held at bay by a few lucky officers. A member came out once more, picking up a couple different bags. What was going on inside? We really didn’t want to find out. 

     Days went by, maybe even weeks. They put nothing in the papers. A van finally pulled up, and a team already in suits jumped out - cleaning time. Every pass by the kitchen window left a quick peek at their work. As the day progressed, they got dirtier, grimier. 

     And finally, the news was told of the event, and our neighborhood was horrified to know what monsters lay among us. 

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Horror Skepticism

The old cemetery

Laying, waiting

                          Decaying.

The moon rises,

A dog howls - 

How generic.

Teens run in, 

                         Laughing.

They sit and settle,

Rubbing up on the

Crumbling cement.

One pulls paper and

A single pink crayon.

They press on a stone, 

Ignoring the pieces falling - 

How inconsiderate. 

Then a growl,

                          Echoing.

A scream - 

a loss. 

And a start, 

Of the greatest 

                          Apocalypse.  

Yeah, right. 

That’s what they

All say.

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My enemy and I parry

with all else faded

We mock about life

as we sharpen our tongues

We eat our words

and the battle seems to never cease

She yells she is Done

and starts to limp along

and I feel jubilant

and leave to stay like a sphinx

Poem #2

My friend and I play

with everything else in dismay

We talk about life

as we butter with our knife

We eat our bread

and the conversation seems to never end

She says she is Drowsy

and begins to head home

and I get melancholy

and begin to stand there like a gnome

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Seasonal Experiment

Green leaves, turning red

Red birds heading down

Down by the river, it frosts

Frosts cover the windows

Windows show the beginning signs

Signs of death and life.

Life moves on,

On to the bitter

Bitter bite of coffee

Coffee that can burn.

Burn of the sweet fire

Fire crackling wild

Wild animals burrow

Burrow into the soft blankets

Blankets of wool and blankets of snow. 

Snow falls quietly

Quietly we watch

Watch the seasons die

Die and revive over time - 

Time controls all.

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