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low tide in serotonin bay
Join Date: Jul 2013
Posts: 2,752
Battle Record: 37-28
Champed - GWL Picture Challenge
- Guerrilla Writing League
- Black August II
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(Please note; this was kind of a sporadic addition this week and that’s why it is so late, on a normal week it will be posted in a lot more timely fashion)
Welcome to the AOWL SEASON 10 PIC CHALLENGE This is a bonus segment in the league, and anyone signed in or out is able to participate. I will post one picture/quote and you write a verse between 8-16 lines. Winner will be announced in the following week’s mag and will receive an accomplishment. We will have a vote following the posting of all entries. DUE DATE: THURSDAY APRIL 22ND, 11:59PM EST Topic: ![]() |
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#2 |
Sell Her
Join Date: Feb 2018
Posts: 1,075
Battle Record: 1-3
Rep Power: 8518432 ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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the brothers grimm aisle
.. Amongst a flying monkey and t-rex Swung a fairies flight with gargoyles stone set One being stands out above all the rest A person by the name of benard bayonet His mannerism are of mummbles wet Lips dry and yet so impressed with intent He climbs his first tree, eats a leave and vents This book of sorts is histories first decent The problem is his life is dead at its breath read |
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#3 |
Everything's Connected
Join Date: Nov 2017
Location: Niagara Falls, Canada
Posts: 1,001
Battle Record: 19-8
Champed - Guerrilla Writing League(2x)
- GWL Picture challenge(2x)
- Art of Writing League
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Numbskull
I'm a blank slate... In this state I'd feel embarrassed if I ever smiled Emotions give you away like my real parents when I was a child My foster mom brought me to carnivals to apply her trade Where clowns wore paint like war paint - My favorite was the high striker game The harder the hit the better the pay; It was an event to die for I swung that sledgehammer with all my might just to get the high score And a stuffed animal I adored... Dad left me starin' at the door Never had the stones to stack up next him... I'm just not cairn anymore... Long story short, with a poker face I loosen mom's blindfold Who's on the tile floor - These days I'm not doing as I'm told Gaze at her poodle dead and cold; Sorry mom I'm going through withdrawals I thought, 'It takes a quarter ton of pressure to crush the human skull...' Raised a sledgehammer above her body, never fearing what hell brings Yet as I propelled the hammer down I didn't hear any bells ring No prize had been won... I'll take fake anything over a real nothing Inside emotions are building up... I almost think I feel something... Lovely.
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..Passed the Present and Future.. |
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