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Post by Caulder Melhaire on Aug 28, 2022 11:05:01 GMT -6
This Week's Prompt: Comet
Length: Entries must be 100 words, no more, no less. Where: Post your entry below. Deadline: September 3rd 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 29, 2022 9:58:26 GMT -6
Pecking Order
The second-year star was in fair shape this year, but twelve weeks of training camp would make sure he, and everybody else was as well. Comet was talking no chances. He was the leader of this group, had been for over fifty years and no sophomore was going to threaten his position. That accident with the pine trees would make an impression. The sophomore jinx had struck. That shiner of a broken nose would even affect his voice, making it harder for him to talk to the boss when pulling the sleigh. No number two slot for Rudolph this year.
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Post by FoxxGlove on Sept 1, 2022 12:09:46 GMT -6
Ashes To Ashes
Those below raised their heads to look above, unaware of the significance related to the dazzling trail of brilliance hurtling across the night sky. The comet moved swift and silent, stardust in its wake and intent to reach a definitive target. It struck some distance away, burst of fire and flame, tunneling into the earth and creating a vast crater to be the cause of speculation for eons yet to come.
The planet's inhabitants lumbered back to their lairs, oblivious that during one such happenstance occurring not too far in the future, they would not be anywhere near so lucky.
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Post by RAVENEYE on Sept 2, 2022 14:33:34 GMT -6
Perihelion
We have followed our comet for thousands of generations, ridden her tail about her sun, refueling our civilization with her sheddings. She is All-Mother. Without her, what are we?
Our instruments tell us something has gone terribly wrong. Our sun has shifted, pulled by its rival. Mother will not swing round him this year. He will latch on, devour, and us with her.
Tonight we vote. Are we to stay the course and die with all we know? Or should we break away, lose ourselves in the void, and seek a new identity?
I do not know which I prefer.
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Post by Caulder Melhaire on Sept 3, 2022 10:48:15 GMT -6
It Makes Your Teeth Turn Green
Hair is the worst thing to clean out of a tub. All the slime and grime - the gunk and funk - that builds up in the pipes only ventures out of its domain when those asinine strands coil up around the drain filter and provide it a nest. Together, they forge a clog that nauseates the senses even through the thickest of gloves.
He sighs and grabs the cardboard container of his grandmother's favorite scouring powder and dumps some around the drain. Scrubbing furiously, he works it into a thick foam and rinses it away with an oath:
"Eyughck!"
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Post by Caulder Melhaire on Sept 4, 2022 10:23:53 GMT -6
Poll has been added! Best of luck all!
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Post by Caulder Melhaire on Sept 11, 2022 12:11:41 GMT -6
Y'all are too kind!  |
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Post by RAVENEYE on Sept 12, 2022 10:36:08 GMT -6
Congrats, Caulder. Your entry was relatable and fresh. And so icky funny.
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