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Last Week's Writing Prompt

Respond to the following theme:

Chameleon



Admin's Choice:

Colour    I’ll let you in on a well-known secret…
    There is a chameleon in our class, honest I swear. I see her daily, 9 to 3:30, Monday to Fridays and sometimes on the weekends too! But never, not ever have we spoken not one word…until today.
    The experience, um…well, was a little weird.
    Friday, the end of the week, began like any other day with the class impatiently waiting for Miss Berry to finish off registration. Of course, she could never quieten the lot of us down, even if she tried. On this normal Friday, there was no need to look around for her. She sat in her place two tables away right at the front of Miss Berry’s desk, a high ponytail hanging from her head. Her mouth opened wide chatting away to Ms Gossip central herself, Missy Tina Rey.
    Science came next. Mr Akbar stood at the white board, his specs always hanging down low one day u
Chameleon GirlNobody notices her,
But that's her intention.
She doesn't want to be seen,
So she blends into the world,
Like a chameleon. 
She hides in shadows on her way home,
Just to avoid being seen.
She doesn't want to come out of hiding.
She's scared of what they say.
"She's a killer." They whisper,
But she still hears.
Her parents are long gone,
They died when she lost control.
So she hides.
So it doesn't happen again.
She never meant to hurt anyone. 
Especially not them.
So now day after day, she's hurting herself.
By blending in,
Like a chameleon.




Poetry

Chameleon QueryIf what I am is
Not what I appear to be
Then I must be a
Chameleon GirlNobody notices her,
But that's her intention.
She doesn't want to be seen,
So she blends into the world,
Like a chameleon. 
She hides in shadows on her way home,
Just to avoid being seen.
She doesn't want to come out of hiding.
She's scared of what they say.
"She's a killer." They whisper,
But she still hears.
Her parents are long gone,
They died when she lost control.
So she hides.
So it doesn't happen again.
She never meant to hurt anyone. 
Especially not them.
So now day after day, she's hurting herself.
By blending in,
Like a chameleon.




Prose

FlakingYou changed colors like leaves in the fall, and I waited for you to drift down, to settle on the forest floor like the rest of us, but you cloaked yourself in the colors of spring, and hid yourself among the living blades of the leaves around you. You hid your decay beneath vibrant green veins, while the rest of us moldered on the earth. Before you I had never known a chameleon before, the subtle chips and scratches on carefully built facades had passed unnoticed, I had no idea of the hidden things, the desperate disguises, before yours broke in front of me. You never got that costume back, chameleon.
Others used their ability to hide what would harm others, to protect themselves, but you, chameleon, you used it to consume others. The closer you got to me, the less alive I felt, and your changing colors put me on edge, ill at ease, for the contradicting appearances were more than I could puzzle through. Before you, chameleon, the world was innocent and clear.
You are the reason I recie
The Cloak    “The Sly Dog. The Hidden Caper. The Invisible Bandit. Hahaha. What will they call me next!?”
    Fen leaned back on the lowly-crafted wooden chair, back to the wall and feet laid across the coffee table. The room was enough for a man to live in: A fridge, cabinets, a countertop, a tv, a bed with nice cloth sheets and a comforter, and a chair to lean back on after a “hard day at work.”
    Fen was a greasy but charming young man not much into his twenties. With aqua blue eyes and turquoise dyed hair, he looked much like something out of a comic book. He would always wear gray jeans and a purple and black tie-die shirt, and new wore the same dark sneakers everyday because he thought them to be lucky. With newspaper in hand, Fen smiled as he read the “Crime” section.
    “Criminal sneaks into bank and steals 25 grand, not being noticed until three days later after a recheck of the security cameras... Hun
Colour    I’ll let you in on a well-known secret…
    There is a chameleon in our class, honest I swear. I see her daily, 9 to 3:30, Monday to Fridays and sometimes on the weekends too! But never, not ever have we spoken not one word…until today.
    The experience, um…well, was a little weird.
    Friday, the end of the week, began like any other day with the class impatiently waiting for Miss Berry to finish off registration. Of course, she could never quieten the lot of us down, even if she tried. On this normal Friday, there was no need to look around for her. She sat in her place two tables away right at the front of Miss Berry’s desk, a high ponytail hanging from her head. Her mouth opened wide chatting away to Ms Gossip central herself, Missy Tina Rey.
    Science came next. Mr Akbar stood at the white board, his specs always hanging down low one day u




This week's writing prompt, from March 23rd to April 2nd, is:

Write anything that features one or more of the following:
- worry
- every conversation
- family secret
- new obsession
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ScarletQuill Featured By Owner Mar 30, 2014
Congrats to everyone!
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