DWP No. 060

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Welcome to the FIRST DAY of the March Prompt Pledge, and the SIXTIETH DAY of our ongoing, yearlong pledge!

Congrats to those of you who completed the February Prompt Pledge! Badass Recipients will be announced on Monday. Shall we get to it then?

Objective

For WEEK ONE, let’s warm up with a few guided, Genre Prompts. When responding / writing with the day’s prompt in mind, also attempt to embody the GENRE specified at the bottom corner of each day’s prompt.

For example, attempt to write on the theme of “Every Day I Wake” as if you’re writing a biography.

Happy Writing!

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  1. “Attila”

    Before the dawn, she said, “While laying in bed, I would suddenly realize I was awake, and then, I’d immediately open my eyes to the flash of the indicator light on the smoke detector.” Accordingly, she defined that time as a “horrible existence.” Largely haunted with insomnia, she often referred to her lucid days as the time when she felt the most exhausted. “Whatever ‘sleep’ meant to me at that time, it was never good, never bad, never enough, way too much, basically whatever was the opposite of whatever I thought I needed.”

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  2. Though I do have a particular type of lasting fame, at least in certain circles, I suppose it would be infamy in others, I’ve never told anyone else about a particular sensation I feel everyday, and that has become quite common and typical to me, but the likes of which I have never otherwise heard of or read about being experienced by any other human being anywhere in the world.

    This feeling is one I think of as “waking up”, but quite unlike physically waking up in the morning. You see, sometime during the day – could be anytime – but always during daylight and never skipping a beat since the day I was born (or at least as long as I can remember) I am struck with a spontaneous sensation that something within me has clicked into an “On” position and thrust some sort of internal, autonomous engine into full force. The sensation fires rapidly out from my spine and down my limbs until it is caught at the tips of my fingers and toes where it remains for sometimes hours thereafter. Of course, there are times when this may be a less-than-opportune occurrence, but over the years I have actually grown quite fond of this sensation- of something within me becoming conscious and energizing my body for its own raw expression. Perhaps its flowing through my has been its using me as an artistic expression of its own self… but I’ll consider that appealing notion of servitude in the privacy of my bath later.

    The matter here remains, by and large: Every day, I wake up. The other ancillary effects of this waking up draw much more attention to themselves than the pure expression in-and-of itself, what with their sensory enhancements and telepathic opportunities, but I assure you, it is the awakening within me that manufactures and sustains all else. So, thusly have we established a foundational component of my psyche that influences (in an often dramatic capacity) the daily events of my entire life experience.

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