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Traducciones   10 años

Challenge #1! Fellow Opians! Let's spice things up a bit with a contest, shall we? This stimulates creativity and allows us to share our work with others. Winners will be announced this Saturday, June 27th! 1) Write a story or #poem based on the prompt below. The possibilities are endless! 2) Tag your story #ElfGirlChallenge and tag me @elf_girl. PROMPT: Write a story with the opening line "Our eyes met through twisting ribbons of smoke" I may start doing weekly challenges in effort to further engage with the Opuss community and explore other's writing. This is a fun way to connect and I am excited to see the outcomes. Good luck and get writing! PS: Let me know your thoughts, if you are interested in weekly challenges, etc.

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    Traducciones   10 años

    les jeunesse rebelle Like most disasters in Milo's #life, this one had started on a rowdy evening in the market square where viciously eager young men were lured by the hysteria of sour politics. Revolution hung thick and gooey in the June humidity mixed the sweat of a coalesced bodies in close proximity. As customary, Milo had observed a general political fever bubble across the square for some time throughout the day in nothing more than low, heated mumblings until some one young and bold enough ascended a crate box podium and garnered an audience of equally sentimental enthusiasts. Then long, poetic speaches would ring on for hours across the Parisian rooftops and wide-eyed young peopled would flock to their source like mosquitoes to fresh blood. The stage was all but primed for Milo's performance. He hung in the nearby alleyways and crouched on an elavated brick patio by LeMat's where he eyed the gathering crowd with amusement. Men and women. Blind, ignorant, so hopeful that they might produce change. His dark lips upturned into a soft smirk; he had given up on their premature theories of revolution long ago in favor of a far more rewarding career. He ran his articulate gaze over the crowd once more. In the bearing heat, men began to loosen their coats and women let their purses sag at their elbows, partially out of neglect as they strained their necks and pushed against other bodies to glimpse whatever speaker diverted their attention. Opportunity blossomed before him like a lush hibiscus on a summer's day. "A beauty, ain't it." A raspy voice at his ear jolted Milo out of his watchful delirium and nearly sent him tumbling head first into a cart full of squashes before dropping two hands to steady his plumline. Blinking quickly and awkwardly trying to reposition himself, he recognized the broken corded laughter of Judus. The dark gypsy energed from the shadowy alley with a devious grin to match the gleam in his hungry, black eyes. Had his unruly midnight hair and knit cap not expertly concealed his scalp, Milo would have retaliated in a cranium thrust, a street fight move Judus had taught him years ago. Judus lowered his tall figure to crouch by Milo and slid a hand across Milo's bony shoulders. "Ven was right when he chose you. You could always sniff out a good pick even in a bone dry street." Milo drew in a sharp breath and tried to shrug his slim frame out of Judus' condescending embrace. "I was about to move in." Judus tightened his grip. "Shut it, rat. You were wallowing in another sick daydream about philosophy or music. I know you, kid. Spend half the day watching, watching, watching but never on the move like the rest of us. Don't think I've been watching? Think again. The big man is disappointed." Milo spit and twisted around to face his captore. "Judus what the hell! I support the gang as much as anyone. If it weren't for me, the guard would have found the den months ago and you'd be dead. My tactics are none of your business." He shoved the claw away and commenced in eyeing the crowd. Judus frowned joined him, scanning the dynamic mass of men and women for slivers of opportunity. Milo could almost hear the gears of calculation grinding in Judus head. He'd always been aware of Judus' disdain for him, his love of music that was slandered as "pansy" among the rest of the gang. Jaques and Dean had not cared as long as Milo returned to the den with sufficient pocketings, which were typically more than abundant. In fact, Milo's work was quite astounding, reeling in a day's worth of change that would take another member a month to pocket. Judus was suspiciously envious of the young gangster's sudden prestige and street prowess that was beginning to usurp his own hard earnned position in the den network. "Well, rat..." He snorted. "If you're so loyal, then prove it. Right now." "What do you mean?" Judus leveled his eyes with Milo's and pointed to a young aristocrat woman in a blue dress stepping out of a coach and approaching the now massive crowd. A silver necklace around her porcelien neck flashed under the sun. "Get the necklace. And bring it to the den tonight. If you don't have it, don't bother coming back." As Milo turned to defend himself, Judus slipped off the patio and disappearred into the shadows of the alley before any salvation could hinder him.

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      Traducciones   10 años

      young cowboy Look at the hero. There he goes - Mr. Star Student, packed his #life into the Jeep, adolescence in a cardboard box. He was a king among puberty-ridden boys and 1A divisions A flaming chivalry won the student body, but all he knows is that mocking laughter of success crying out “Go on, fool!” College is a playground - he muses. Enter the player and the ego. Admonishment splayed on the frat lawn - He walks to the slaughter house. I left the party And call off the search for introspection. I am the thing he will never know. Behind the glory and the battles fought on artificial turf - what he hoped to find at the end. Identity, perhaps its somewhere in this toxic firmament of underaged rituals - he muses. He journeys on, passing me by again and again and again

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      This is so eloquent💙👏👏✨
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      @ashhkat thanks for reading! 😘
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        glass years How fragile Are the moments that envelop time The world spins On a glass axis And the clock Without stirring the dust We amble forward With frosty ambition And watch As time passes in silence But the low hum Barely lifts eyes You walk away And the sky falls to pieces before my eyes But cataclysm Has no companion And the ambulance Never came

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          Traducciones   11 años

          Innocence Innocence left early And held the door as she went. White countenance fixed onward, Her time with us was spent. Liberation at last! My companions rejoiced. Long they awaited her departure Though it was not my choice. We were regularly acquainted, As much as society would allow - Her soft virtue was luminous Yet dimmed amongst the crowd. I once relished halcyon youth Held by her fragile embrace, The pearly depths of her eyes, And purity of her porcelain face. She was with us that night As the room spun with rebellion, Then suddenly she was gone - My sweet Innocence never to be found again (This is an edited version of "Innocence" that I entered in a contest recently. Please let me know what you think

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