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I write because I am a space(wo)man trapped on planet Earth.
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Ankh

Fear not - for I am and will always be. 

I can be neither created, nor destroyed - 

for I am the sky and the sea

and all of the universe is me. 

Challenge
Prose Challenge of the Week #26: Write the hottest story in ten words only. The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge
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The Flash

"It's menopause." she said as she leapt into the snow. 

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Prose Challenge of the Week #25: Write a piece about cowardice. Minimum 10 words - Maximum 250 words. The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge.
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42

Everyone always asks, "What is the meaning of life?" but they never really want to hear the answer - or they didn't think to inquire in the first place. We have our hands full of ghosts, our minds full of repetition, and our souls so weighed down with (hate) fear – when do we have time to figure it all out? Stop running. Stop hiding. Start searching within that vast cataclysmic tomb throbbing within your chest. Claw your way to the surface for a breath of fresh air and come back from the dead. Wash. Rinse. Repeat. Unearth your doughty treasure and let your face sink into soft folds; your hair unsheathes thine own melanin, and with one last raspy breath say unto the world “The meaning of life is…” and continue to let the mystery unfurl.