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rustycanuck
An avid all-round creator of art, including photography, written word and music. She lives in Canada, where inspiration is plentiful.
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Challenge of the Month VI: April
Something to Lose. What does it feel like to cherish something or someone with every fiber of your being? Is it terrifying, as though any second it could disappear? Or is it a source of comfort, solid ground to stand on, an anchor? Write about having something to lose. $100 purse to the winner. The best entries will be shared with publishers. Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose.
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Would you miss me?

I’m little and round

And yet to be found.

Am I under the bed?

Or lost in your head?

If I’m gone you’ll be sad

Perhaps a bit mad.

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Challenge of the Month V: March
Close Encounter. A gunshot wound barely survived. A disease in fateful remission. A reaper, narrowly evaded. Write about a close encounter with death. $100 purse to our favorite entry. Outstanding entries will be shared with our publishing partners. Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose. 
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Frank’s Journey

It ends with birth.

Frank’s decline was birthed quickly, pushing into the world like a screaming bear, clawing at the walls around it, tearing it to shreds like loose bark on a tree.

“I don’t want to be born this way.” He tried to shout, but his mouth was gluing shut, from the fluid being born.

Then, Frank began to look the birth in the eye, accepting the road behind him.

“I’m going to be okay. Where I’m going, I’ll be okay.”

Frank’s ascent was slow.

Frank woke up. Even though he hadn’t ever been asleep.

It starts with death.

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Challenge of the Week CXV
Implicit Association Test. Write about the very first thing that comes to mind. No cheating. We'll know if you write about the second thing, or the third. Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose.
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Friday after

I feel so heavy this morning.

Not to be measured in pounds.

But heavy in my heart.

The visit with the man who is dying was beautiful, but so difficult to bring home. I don't know what to do with everything I brought home with me also- the gratitude, fear, darkness and most overwhelmingly- the feeling of very suddenly being grown up.

He saw me. He has always seen me. That's part of what I love about him, and what I will miss.

Can't stop now. Am fully on board this train, and I don't know where it is taking me. But I'm glad I'm here, and am alright enough, to be along for the journey.

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