KaiaMisk | Prose.

KaiaMisk

As a native of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, I am a product of a marriage between an Italian woman and a Slovak man who lived across the street

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what would you tell your younger self?

what would your younger self think of you now? would you like to tell them anything? (cnf, poetry, prose, anything <3. just tag me in your entry!)

KaiaMisk in Poetry & Free Verse

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Throw away the shame of middle-class poverty and hand-me-downs. Your intelligence has silenced rooms full of people more often than anyone ever noticed your clothes. You are a power, a presence that lightens a load or bears a burden with the graces of queens and spirits of angels. You are free and beautiful exactly as you are. Turn away from those who dislike you. Someone else will recognize your infinite value.

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Live Prosers Society

This one isn't so much a challenge as it is a vehicle. For the new users, or ones browsing to decide on us, list your favorite writers here, why you like them, or just their screen names. Also, feel free to add your favorite piece of work from yourself, if you feel so inclined. This post will be spotlighted once a week or so for visibility. Loving the streams here.

KaiaMisk

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I find that David Rosenfelt and Joe R. Lansdale are excellent for comic relationships and characters that jump off the page. I gave that type of dialogue a shot with two old Italian men who are based on relatives/friends, complete with the accents. Something like, "I hear you love-a you wife?" "I no love-a my wife, I never love-a my wife and I never gonna love-a my wife!" "How long you been married?" "53 years."

Challenge

Romantic paragraph

I know it sounds weird but all you have to do is write a real or fake story about a love story. Here's the twist: it can only be 2-3 sentences. Good luck writers!

KaiaMisk

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Her life's blood spread on the asphalt, seeping into his torn pantleg as he cradled her between his thighs. Blind to witnesses, he rested his cheek against her forehead and waited for her soft, final breath. The one that carried half his soul into a plane beyond.