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Post by Caulder Melhaire on Oct 23, 2022 13:19:22 GMT -6
This Week's Prompt: Waning Moon
Length: Entries must be 100 words, no more, no less. Where: Post your entry below. Deadline: October 29th 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 FoxxGlove on Oct 24, 2022 11:31:51 GMT -6
Abomination
Pious brethren strove to keep the child's existence confidential. He was only permitted to roam the streets after midnight and then exclusively when the moon went into wane. A devout congregation must be protected from such monstrosities.
Still, his father loved him, even though birth brought death to the mother. Despite his grotesque appearance, something of her lived yet in the boy. Not her beauteous countenance or graceful form, but emerald glint of his eyes perhaps, or curl of the raven hair.
They often perched upon the ramparts together.
Keeping vigil over the sleeping city.
Quasimodo and his little troll.
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Post by RAVENEYE on Oct 25, 2022 23:24:34 GMT -6
(Whoa, thought I posted this already. Clearly not. A gremlin ate it maybe?)
What Comes After
Something changes when the moon’s belly begins to grow. A delicious hunger expands inside him, as arousing as a woman stripping one article of clothing at a time. He nurtures the feeling, clutches it like a treasure, a flaming jewel throbbing within his ribcage.
On the night the moon rises full, he releases it, chases it with slavering eagerness until it bursts red on his tongue.
It is only after, as the moon’s belly shrinks and he finds himself howling over the bodies, that conscience rises full, spotlighting his guilt, and he wishes the hunter’s silver bullet would strike true.
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Post by pelwrath on Oct 28, 2022 8:22:50 GMT -6
The Sands of Time
We were Gods! However, even cattle can fend off the crocodile. You discovered our weakness as we reveled in our wealth and power. It started with the waning moon. We were weaker, less imposing, and you had nothing to lose. Even your pitiful lives meant nothing.
You revolted and threw us down. All we taught you was used against us. You sent our four leaders to the corners of this world. Your priests and sorcerers imprisoned us and passed that responsibility down to future generations. This I promise, time is our ally. Your memories and purpose fades, ours never will.
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Post by Caulder Melhaire on Oct 30, 2022 10:28:08 GMT -6
Poll added! Good luck all!
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Post by Caulder Melhaire on Nov 6, 2022 16:45:56 GMT -6
Congrats FoxxGlove! Have an extra 15 easy points for the victory.  |
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You add them to your profile as you do them around the forum.
