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Post by Caulder Melhaire on Jul 31, 2022 9:03:32 GMT -6
This Week's Prompt: Broken Easel
Length: Entries must be 100 words, no more, no less. Where: Post your entry below. Deadline: August 6th 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 Aug 1, 2022 20:38:40 GMT -6
Gumshoe #2
Number 305 had been rented by a David Alvarez. Using your name backwards wasn’t that smart of a move.
Ichtaka saw a light on in the front living room. He pulled a kerchief from his pocket and turned the doorknob, it opened. A man was sprawled on the rug, a paint brush jammed into his ear. The record player was on, the needle had reached the inner label. He picked up the needle arm and placed it on the rest, he saw the record information.
Broken Easel by J. Arrr, released in 2021. That was a problem, it was 1959.
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Post by FoxxGlove on Aug 2, 2022 11:06:49 GMT -6
Artistry
She radiated vulnerability. He'd painted scores of beauties and none compared. This would be his masterpiece. She expressed reluctance to be alone with him in his studio. Her moralistic hesitancy was enchanting but he was insistent and persuasive.
"You would not be so wicked as to deny us assured immortality?"
She allowed herself to be swayed.
Not without mercy, she waited until the portrait was complete and he could gaze upon perfection. Then, she poured him a shot of doctored Madeira before slitting his throat -- slowly, deliberately, skillfully -- with a sharpened palette knife which she tossed on the broken easel.
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Post by Mazulla on Aug 6, 2022 12:21:26 GMT -6
Longing
Wind tousles damp hair. Warm sand runs between my toes, encompasses my feet. I face the waves crashing along the shoreline. The sky is split; clouds lit bright orange with the coming sunset on one side. The other is dark, angry with roiling clouds. The threat of a tempest.
The rain is here.
Darkness encroaches.
The waves are relentless.
I'm dragged into the raging storm.
I wake to a broken easel, a torn canvas featuring a tropical scene. A dreary apartment, dimly lit and thrumming with rain. I weep. How could it be that I am here, and not there?
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Post by Caulder Melhaire on Aug 7, 2022 10:52:59 GMT -6
Poll added. Good luck!
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Post by Caulder Melhaire on Aug 14, 2022 9:24:24 GMT -6
What a wonderful tie between... pelwrath and Mazulla! Congrats both, and don't forget your extra 10 easy points for winning! |
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