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Prose Game.

Discussion in 'Tilted Entertainment' started by tecoyah, Sep 5, 2020.

  1. tecoyah

    tecoyah Illusionary

    I get bored at times and enjoy writing poetry, this presents a game idea. Someone presents a subject, idea or situation and the next poster defines it in prose or story....be as creative as possible.
     
    tecoyah, Sep 5, 2020
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  2. tecoyah

    tecoyah Illusionary

    Beautiful woman in a red scarf.
     
    tecoyah, Sep 5, 2020
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  3. redravin

    redravin Cynical Optimist Donor

    Location:
    North
    Walking towards you, a sway in her hips.
     
    redravin, Sep 5, 2020
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  4. tecoyah

    tecoyah Illusionary

    Slip of the tongue between dry lips
    Dream as I do between those hips
    Crimson fabric around her neck...beading sweat drips
    Nipples touching fingertips
     
    tecoyah, Sep 5, 2020
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  5. tecoyah

    tecoyah Illusionary

    Old tree breaks
     
    tecoyah, Sep 5, 2020
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  6. scream of conciousness

    scream of conciousness New Member

    Location:
    nyc
    my inability to choose a subject...​
     
    scream of conciousness, Sep 5, 2020
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  7. Lindy

    Lindy Moderator Staff Member

    Location:
    Nebraska
    Old tree breaks
    A line to temper the wind
    The drifts of light fluffy snow
    Pass easily now
    So many tree soldiers missing
    From the thin green line
    Planted for the future
    Planted so long ago
     
    Lindy, Sep 6, 2020
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  8. tecoyah

    tecoyah Illusionary

    The old brown Maple now glows
    Golden Crimson breath of fall
    Crinkled wind of crisp whispers then screams
    Speaking natures language no one knows
    As if the Earthen winters call
    Frosted mirrors in the streams
    Something frigid this way comes
     
    tecoyah, Sep 6, 2020
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  9. tecoyah

    tecoyah Illusionary

    Too Tired to talk.
     
    tecoyah, Sep 7, 2020
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