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Post by Caulder Melhaire on Feb 6, 2022 20:06:59 GMT -6
This Weeks Prompt: Déjà Vu
The Rolling Weekly Rules can be found in a sticky in this same forum. Entries must be 100 words, no more, no less. Entries can be posted below. Entries must be posted by February 12th by midnight PST. Weekly Challenge Rules:- No critiquing. Please refrain from giving feedback, as these challenges are to inspire creativity.
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Post by pelwrath on Feb 9, 2022 0:43:30 GMT -6
A Reflection
This feeling I have
From my soul has been calved.
I wipe the mist away
And always see that image of decay.
Maggots in an empty eye socket
All with laughing heads looking like Charcot.
Skin that flakes and heads thin hair
Image and reality, neither are debonair.
My jailors image isn’t really Déjà vu
Those needle pains tell me it’s Vodou.
Rotten teeth belie its happy smile
Reflections of my lies it compiles.
I still have a chance
It’s not time for my final dance.
I laugh at the reality; can it be what it seems
My reflection, dreams.
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Post by RAVENEYE on Feb 11, 2022 12:42:41 GMT -6
It Gets Into You
I once saw my father staring at himself in the mirror. Whiskey-shot eyes, haunted. He leaned on the sink, his jaw clenched hard, his toothbrush forgotten in his fist, and I could tell he was hating himself. For what, I couldn't guess.
He didn’t know I was there.
Decades later I stumble to the bathroom, smashing an empty tumbler on the way. My father gazes from the mirror. The wave of déjà vu knocks me sideways. Whiskey-shot eyes, haunted. I lean closer. It’s not my father. It’s only me.
It’s easy now to understand him…
I see my daughter, watching.
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Post by FoxxGlove on Feb 11, 2022 13:59:43 GMT -6
I Witness
They bring spaghetti alla carbonara.
Don't like pasta!
I demand to be taken closer to the window and If they don't comply, I will throw a tantrum.
In the flower garden, the little girl sits under a tree. Pup scrambles into her lap. That's how it always starts, with giggles and excited yelps.
Hear that?
As before, a hand snakes around the trunk snaring the blond ponytail. Blue ribbon flutters in the breeze.
See that?
Little dog tries to protect but it's too tiny.
Situation is hopeless.
Again!
Pup sprawls lifeless on the grass. Little girl is gone.
Where?
Spaghetti is removed.
Told them I didn't like pasta!
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Post by Caulder Melhaire on Feb 13, 2022 20:44:39 GMT -6
Poll Added!
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Post by Caulder Melhaire on Feb 20, 2022 19:57:29 GMT -6
Congrats RAVENEYE ! What a sweeping victory. Have an extra easy 15 points for the win! |
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Post by RAVENEYE on Feb 20, 2022 22:29:31 GMT -6
Whoa! Thanks, guys!  |
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