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Challenge of the Week CVII
Happiness. The ever-elusive state in which we all strive to linger. Write about the pursuit or experience of happiness. Perhaps it's an illusion. Perhaps it's a character who finds happiness in an unlikely place. Perhaps it'll be the simplest thing you'll ever write, or perhaps the most difficult. Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose.
pastelix
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When you broke me, my million million pieces scattered all over with the wind. And at first it felt like I would never ever be anything but broken.

But then; even the smallest, mangled parts of me sprung roots and bloomed.

And I realized they were not breaking pains, but growing pains.

And they were the first step toward that elusive place they call happiness.

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Challenge
describe depression.
I know many challenges on here are "fun", but I wanted to get more serious with this one, especially considering that many (myself included) experience or have experienced some form of depression. It's almost like a taboo- you may feel uncomfortable writing about it. But just try to describe this darkness- look it in the eyes and see it for what it is, record your insights here in any form. Remember to tag me @Dream.
pastelix
39 reads

Depression is

Depression is

Depression is an entire day spent

Laying in bed

Staring at the same spot on the wall

Depression is exhaustion buried deep in your bones

But never being able to sleep

Depression is giving up everything you love

Because you feel like you don’t deserve happiness

It’s months spent emotionless

It’s days spent weeping over the drop that made the dam burst

It’s pushing away friends because you don’t want them to worry

It’s not being yourself and then not remembering what yourself is without it

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Challenge
In less than 100 words, explain why you love to write.
Self-explanatory.
pastelix in Words
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Writing, to me, is like breathing.

Every day, every hour, every moment is inhaling inhaling inhaling; until I put pen to paper and the pressure in my chest finally eases as I exhale.

Not writing, to me, is like slowly suffocating.

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Challenge
Challenge of the Week CVI
Betrayal. Tell the story of broken trust. Write about betrayal. Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose.
pastelix
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Blood poisoning

You made me hate the blood that rushes through my veins, simply because it is the same as that which runs through yours.

And the very thought of sharing anything with you was enough to make me drag my nails through my veins, scraping out every last drop of you, the way you would scrape rotted flesh from a festering wound.

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Challenge
A snippet of the book your currently writing.
Give us a little tidbit and so you can see how people are responding to your novel in the works! Tag me @demcmurphy
pastelix in Fiction
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rising shadows

‘Careful, child.’

The old woman crooned from her corner in the tavern. 

She had caught the girl staring out at the forest, as if looking at it long enough would make it divulge its secrets to her.

The crone’s chair creaked beneath her as she leaned forward with whispers on her tongue.

‘Monsters roam those woods and shadows hide in its darkness. Not even the soldiers dare to cross the lands through them.’

The girl smiled her broken smile, wondering if the woman could see the bloodstains on her teeth, or if she was simply imagining the taste of iron the action had left on her tongue.

‘I have lived, breathed and bled war.’

She said in a voice that would send chills down Death’s spine.

‘I have served beasts disguised as men and I have been hurt by their hand.’

She once again looked out at the forest, almost longingly this time.

‘If what you speak of is truth, then I would much rather be in those woods where I can recognize a monster for what it is than live in the war camps and mistake sinner for savior.’

The woman crossed her chest, realizing that she may have been ancient enough to remember the world before it was torn apart; but this girl was far older. Not in body, but in soul. And she kept crossing her chest, over and over and over, praying to whichever God would listen.

She crossed and crossed and crossed for the salvation of this girl who had been touched by War and Death, and had been left with a blackened soul.

But the girl was not grateful for it.

Seeing the woman pray made rage burn through her veins at the naivety of it.

‘Save your breath.’ She spat.

‘The Gods won’t listen to your prayers. They have tasted the blood of men and now they cannot go without it.’

The woman was frozen, staring wide-eyed  at this young girl who had abandoned her faith. For what she spoke of, was heresy.

‘The Gods have tasted blood and so it is only blood they hear. If you want them to hear your prayers; be prepared to spill it.’

The woman stared in horror at the heretic girl as she lifted her sleeves and crimson skin stared back at her. For it was not the girl’s blood that stained it.

It was the blood of innocents that would not wash away.

‘The Gods have heard me.’ The heretic continued.

‘The Gods have heard me and they know that I am coming.’

And those were the last words she spoke before she disappeared between the trees and left the woman crossing and crossing and crossing behind her until her heart had no blood left to pump, and yet another nameless face stained the skin beneath the heretic’s sleeves.

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Challenge
Advice for Young Women.
150 words or less. Any format.
pastelix
40 reads

Advice for young women

I know it’s hard to believe someone when they tell you they love you, when the one person who was supposed to never did.

But you should never stop trying.

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Challenge
I think I'm a superhero because... What's the most hilarious/unorthodox reason you can think of that you might be a superhero?
Don't forget to tag me!
pastelix in Comedy
37 reads

I’m a superhero because

I seem to attract chaos. And just like in the books and movies, I'm like 'oh god how do I fix this??', followed by me fixing it in a way that's so much more complicated than it needs to be.

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Why I am here...
Be honest, write whatever comes to mind. Poetry only please. Tag me @demcmurphy so I can read your work.

Why do you write?

They ask

It’s the only way I know how to bleed

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Challenge of the Week XCVIII
After Sunset. Write about the night, or something that happens at night. You can write about anything you want, as long as it takes place after sunset, and before sunrise. Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose.
pastelix
33 reads

The dark had always been a bandage I couldn't bleed through.

The moon had always seen what the sun couldn't possibly understand.

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Changing the Past: If you could change one personal choice you've made in the past...what would it be? How would it have changed your life? Tell the story anyway you wish.
$10 Prize Mass tagging results in automatic disqualification. Honest, quality writing rewarded.
pastelix
43 reads

Forgive them but do not take them back.

Forgiveness is a selfish thing, it’s dropping the knife after they’ve shoved it into your hands and making a point of not holding onto it as it cuts you. Drop the poker but don’t take their hand when they caused the gashes on yours.

A lesson I am still learning

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