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Post by Caulder Melhaire on Mar 5, 2023 10:31:35 GMT -6
This Week's Prompt: Bear Length: Entries must be 100 words, no more, no less. Where: Post your entry below. Deadline: March 11th 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 Mar 7, 2023 11:29:15 GMT -6
Wednesday's Child
She was always afraid.
Of children who taunted. Said she was smelly. Wore rags. Stupid. But she wasn't stupid, only afraid to talk.
Afraid of nighttime when footfalls climbed the stairs. That beatings would make the purple bruises hurt worse. They already hurt so bad.
Day to night. Night to day. Endless revolutions of misery, fear and loneliness.
Innocent poster child of untold abuse.
But bear was her friend. Small and scruffy. Dirty fur and missing eye. He provided comfort. She whispered her fears into his ragged ear. And he listened.
He listened until Wednesday's Child would whisper no more.
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Post by RAVENEYE on Mar 7, 2023 13:39:40 GMT -6
Bear Hugs
As a child, Amanda hated Care Bears. Creepy happy little monsters who brainwashed people with rays shot from their fat plush tummies.
Amanda hadn’t thought about Care Bears in two decades. She certainly wasn’t thinking of them as she hoisted her backpack higher on her shoulders and forged a path through the Alaskan countryside. One weekend camping in the wilderness would set her right again. Bliss.
When the grizzly reared up from the oak scrub, roared, and opened its arms to embrace her, she realized she’d been right all along. Her last conscious thought: Care Bears are a demented lie.
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Post by Caulder Melhaire on Mar 11, 2023 10:57:07 GMT -6
Hark! A New Sign
It is midnight, her fingers ache, and the loom is soaked in blood. The pearlescent tapestry is beautiful, marred only by a hideous line of damp, bloody thread that has somehow not leeched into its neighbors.
She places her work on the brazier and lights the coal. Thin tendrils of smoke rise into the night sky. A handful of stars resist, then begin moving in tandem, bound by invisible threads.
In life they called him forlorn, abhorrent, and cursed his flesh. In death, they will call him "Old Bear," and he will guide them to the ruination of the world.
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Post by Caulder Melhaire on Mar 12, 2023 12:36:50 GMT -6
Poll added! Good luck everyone!
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Post by Caulder Melhaire on Mar 19, 2023 10:15:20 GMT -6
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Post by RAVENEYE on Mar 19, 2023 17:22:40 GMT -6
LOL, too funny! Well, congrats to all of us!
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Post by FoxxGlove on Mar 19, 2023 21:57:11 GMT -6
What a trio……!!!  |
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You add them to your profile as you do them around the forum.
