Never Enough

Once upon a time, I thought I'd write a funny rhyme, but I didn't have the time!

Challenge

Together, we can break the world record for longest book. When this challenge gets the necessary number of entries, it will expire and we will turn it into a book. Each entry will be its own chapter. Feel free to build from existing entries or write something radically different.

fjorddog

Here it comes

Woke to the sound of gunfire. Twilight, just enough to make out the shapes moving up the street. No doubt about it, the jerky, stiff movement, Zombies. We've talked about this, mostly a joking attitude, but now, it is upon us. The Zombie apocalypse is here. We have our bug out bags, plenty of ammo, still no solid plan. Hearing gunfire around the area, it is a tough decision to either head out, and try to organize an army of living, or hunker down, wait it out. Chaos rules right now, don't want to be shot by a trigger happy living. It is a battle out there, friends and family out there. I need to go join the fight. Can't believe this day has come. The number dead shuffling about is staggering. Searching to eat the living. Today is definitely the first day of the rest of my life.

Challenge

Prose Challenge of the Week #49 : Use this sentence to inspire your piece of poetry or prose: "We are all broken." 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 and will be placed first on our Spotlight page and the runner-up will receive 1000 coins. When sharing to social media, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit

fjorddog

Some People

We are all broken

The votes are in the people have spoken

Not yet though

The protesters aren't done

They can't take that Donald has won

To the streets they take

Gimme a break

What is the point

What is to prove

It's an election

We'll never have perfection

We are a great nation

United we stood

So get it together

For the future is good

We are the people

We need to work together to make it things better

Don't like it

Get out of the streets and write your congressman a letter

Challenge

Prose Challenge of the Week #47: Write the ugliest micropoem that you can regurgitate. 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.

fjorddog

It’s a good time

Puke in my hair

Crap in my pants

Can't remember a thing

My face has been beat

No shoes on my feet

Oh God, I'll never drink again

Until tonight

Challenge

Prose Challenge of the Week #40: Write a story about a drunken one-nighter, written out of gender. 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

fjorddog

A friend once told me

Oh yeah, Friday night. Cranking the Talking Heads, their singing about burning down a house. I'm fresh outta the shower, already drinking straight from the bottle. My roommate thinks I'm crazy, I've trashed our dorm room a time or two in a drunken rage. He knows better than going out with me. I know Jack makes me an angry drunk, but once I manage to get through that stage, it sure is fun... I think.

I join my gang of friends and head out to look for a party, they are easy to find. We generally don't last long, most of the parties don't appreciate the rowdy, obnoxious group we are. We are really good at drinking, a lot, and enjoy making trouble.

Eventually our group thins out. We either hook up, or pass out. I, on the other hand, have the tolerance of a sailor, don't ever seem to get enough alcohol. A loner now, I am still looking for a good time. I come upon a dorm with pumping music, and I know it's happening in there. I try the door, locked, no problem, knock, knock, knock. I wait, shuffling my feet to keep upright, no answer. No problem. This door has a window, I have a fist. I punch through the window and am reaching for the lock, and now this guy comes to door. He is yelling at me telling me how much trouble I'm going to be in. Yeah right. He pushes the door open, I take a swing, and miss. He takes a look at the blood running from my hand, says "Jesus!", and heads back inside saying he's calling the cops.

Never really liked being drunk and dealing with cops, I decide it's time to go. I figure it's probably a good idea to run back to my room. Where I live, is a cluster of nine buildings we call "stacks", with a courtyard in the middle. I make it to the courtyard, start heading for my stack. That's when I heard her calling my name. Oh yes, I've seen her at Saga, where we eat our meals. She's calling me over and inviting me in. Lucky for me, it's dark out.

I get to her room and she's a little shocked to see a sweaty, bloody, drunk, who is running from the cops. She says her roommate is gone for the weekend, so I can hide out here. I'm dripping blood from my hand all over her floor. She tells me to be still, and gets a warm wash cloth to clean up my hand. She sits me on her bed and cleans up my cuts, then pulls off my shirt, more of the wash cloth. She pulls my shoes, then my socks. I laugh when she starts to take off my jeans. She grabs at the waistband of my underwear and yanks them off. I can't believe this is happening. She is seriously on fire! She is undressed and on me. I being kissed, scratched, pinched, and rode like I'm in a rodeo. It's fast, furious, and hot. I feel like I'm floating. I like the rhythm of the sound of our bodies pounding together. I feel dizzy watching her breast bouncing away. She stiffens, cries out, then shudders. I explode. Now we are both a sweaty mess as she collapses on top of me. I drift away while kissing and sucking.

I wake in the morning, alone, naked, in a strangers bed. Clothes neatly folded, and piled next to the bed. Got dressed, headed to the Saga, really needed water, decided to have breakfast. Sat down with my roommate, who was also having breakfast. Had to ask why he was looking at me like a medical examiner? He wanted to know how I got the bruises on, and around my neck. Then she sat down to join us and gave me a wicked smile. Then he saw her "bruises",and just smiled knowingly.

So said a friend of mine.