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Post by Caulder Melhaire on Nov 5, 2023 10:51:15 GMT -6
This Week's Prompt: Splinter Length: Entries must be 100 words, no more, no less. Where: Post your entry below. Deadline: November 11th by midnight CST. Participant's Badges: HERE Weekly Challenge Rules:- No critiquing. Please refrain from giving feedback, as these challenges are to inspire creativity.
- Positive Enthusiasm is welcome! But save it for when Voting has started.
- CAN NOT vote for your own entry, and doing so will disqualify your submission.
- HAVE FUN!
Did you post an entry? Don't forget your Easy 10 Points!
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Post by pelwrath on Nov 8, 2023 23:42:45 GMT -6
A Devilish Deception
“Dearest daughter, I indulge your whims and esoteric nature but why such a deception for your pet human? I should mount his head in your room.”
“Beelzebub, enough with the overprotective father routine. I know you liked that poem-The Raven, that he recited.”
“You love him?”
“Love!? As if! I respect his splintered mind. Thank you for the subterfuge.” She threw her arms around his neck, hugging him.
“His real cousin, Virginia, is out of the way, I’ll be gone a few years, you’ll hardly notice.”
“Fine but do remember to break his heart, you’ve a family reputation to uphold.”
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Post by RAVENEYE on Nov 9, 2023 10:01:57 GMT -6
No Armistice For Charlie: for 11/11
The silence was a splinter in his ear. Pick it out, pick it out. Barbed wire, curled and tangled like a woman’s hair, sliced his view of No Man’s Land into a Cubist’s painting of mud, blood, ash, and disembodied limbs. Not a cry, not a sigh, not a Cheerio, lads, as he laid facedown in mud mortared with mates’ bodies. Pick it out, pick it out. He reached for his bayonet. That would do the trick.
But Cap’n blew the whistle. The splinter shattered. The lads leapt up, rifles abreast, and the shells—the blessed shells—screamed for him.
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Post by FoxxGlove on Nov 9, 2023 14:54:56 GMT -6
STUMPED
The boy was good-for-nothing. Always had been. His first swindle was the sale of worthless colored sea-glass as rare hard-to-find marbles. As he got older, his desire for wealth at any cost became paramount.
He burglarized homes of the elderly and cared nothing if the occupants got in his way. He was violent. He lied. He would eventually cause serious harm, perhaps even a fatality. It was though he had no conscience. He had to be stopped.
The boy had caused enough fretting and tears to last a lifetime.
With a heavy heart, Geppetto started the wood chipper and mourned the spiraling splinters.
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Post by Caulder Melhaire on Nov 12, 2023 12:23:44 GMT -6
Poll added. Good luck!
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Post by Caulder Melhaire on Nov 19, 2023 10:37:05 GMT -6
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Post by RAVENEYE on Nov 19, 2023 16:12:13 GMT -6
Wow, nice! Thanks, voters. FoxxGlove - your entry had me gaping. 'Twas creepy anyway, and then getting to that reveal in the last line, just fantastic. |
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Post by FoxxGlove on Nov 21, 2023 12:15:30 GMT -6
FoxxGlove - your entry had me gaping. 'Twas creepy anyway, and then getting to that reveal in the last line, just fantastic. @raveneye: Thank you so much. High praise indeed coming from such a talent as yourself. |
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