YAY for words. I'm going to have to save some of these for next time, and maybe the time after that.

voodoo

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In love with this one. I'm picturing an attatchment with a picture of people glaring with jealousy into the camera. Random people, not really anyone you'd know, just something to let you know your life is worth envying.

Challenge #126 (muscles) is now closed.

Challenge #127 is a list challenge. Use at least three words from the list below to write a drabble on your choice of topics. (If no topic jumps out at you, how about one of the other words suggested, such as seersucker or silence or Nigeria?)

cake
calendar
cosine
fiat
filet
glimmer
gravel
intaglio
moon
movement
mulligatawny
narcissism
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voodoo
weary

Looking at this, I wonder what I could write if I were ever truly happy, but it looks like I won't have to worry about that just now

Her birthday happiness lasted just slightly longer than the cake. As soon as the plates were washed it seemed that she hadn’t changed at all with the calendar flip but was in the exact same place, without movement or a glimmer of...whatever it is that people enjoy about life. And she was having those dreams again. In math, being asked to find cosine of some huge number, maybe half-naked while the men in the class said they’d give her breasts a five, but her overall body a three because her hips were so big. It was true, her thirties were a whole new ballgame.

My first go at this.

Kingfish

They accused you of being a dictator, Julius Caesar by way of Winn Parish. They said it was your narcissism and rule by fiat that killed you. I think if you were their crook, if you'd spun the sweat of our brows into more gold for them instead of turning swamp and gravel to roads and bridges, you'd have retired to the calm life you said you craved.

I went to the capitol and fingered the holes where the bullets passed through you and into the cold marble. It was your ideas that killed you, "Every man a king, but no man wears a crown." You spoke of a time when "the powerful will be elated by the well being of all, rather than through their greed."

Now, I see our people dispersed, suffering in the face of indifferent and greedy power. I remember how I felt that tiny space that still may contain some of my kinsman's blood, and repeat your last words, "Don't let me die, I still have got so much to do."

I think that's brilliant.

Thank you erika. A compliment from you is a wonderful way to start my day.

Damn, DJ, that kicked ass.

Does anybody have time to take a look at some pages?