Prompt:
This quote from Nietzsche is about cultivating purpose and its transformative power. Tell a story about a character who changes his or her story not by changing their circumstances but by changing how they perceive those circumstances. Word Count: 120-150 words Submissions: -Leave your response in the comments section. If you are interested in reading past submissions, you can find the stories there as well. Expectations: -Remember that you are writing for the King's Academy community. Please be respectful of that community. -Respect the word count -Your work should have a title--this is not part of your word count. -Include your full name and word count at the end of your submission. -Have fun with this challenge. Deadline: 22:00 Tuesday, September 21st Photo Source: http://www.simplethingcalledlife.com/success/live-can-bear-almost/
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9/16/2021 04:39:39 am
The Unknown Hero
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Christopher Pultz
9/21/2021 11:09:37 pm
Tala,
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9/19/2021 01:14:19 am
The first violin began to play the first notes. And so as the others joined him, the piece began to come into focus, galloping around the room and surrounding me with a steady precision. I became transfixed by him, his back like a plank as he rooted himself to the chair. His hand guided the bow, steady even as his other hand tickled the strings. The violin seemed to protrude from his neck like a branch from a deep mahogany trunk. His eyes pierced the paper as they furrowed in concentration. He seemed utterly destroyed by his music, crumbling under the weight of the G notes only to be reborn seconds later by the light tone of the sharp A’s. Oh to find beauty in what one has created, to be utterly humbled and uplifted by it. To find beauty not through observation but through creation.
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9/19/2021 04:09:53 am
I accidently published the earlier version , this is the fully finished one.
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9/19/2021 04:08:11 am
The lights went down and the world seemed to come to a standstill. Like a knife through butter the first notes began to cut through the silence. The first violin led the rest as they became one crescendoing sound. I became transfixed by him, his back like a plank as he rooted himself to the chair. His hand guided the bow, steady even as his other hand tickled the strings. The violin seemed to protrude from his neck like a branch from a deep mahogany trunk. His eyes pierced the note paper as they furrowed in concentration. He seemed utterly blown by his music, crumbling under the weight of the G notes only to be reborn seconds later by the light tone of the sharp A’s. Oh to find love in what one has created, to be utterly humbled and uplifted by it. To find beauty not through observation but through creation.
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Christopher Pultz
9/21/2021 11:15:36 pm
Mar,
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Zaid Khleif
9/21/2021 02:13:16 am
The Alien Invasion
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Natasha Bazadough
9/21/2021 02:15:01 am
Her Burning Heart
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Mohammad
9/21/2021 02:25:47 am
Title: Learning English at King’s Academy
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Aysen Koprulu
9/21/2021 02:29:18 am
Changing Lives
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Marah Mu'men
9/21/2021 05:47:10 am
Micro - Flash Fiction Competition Entry:
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Christopher Pultz
9/22/2021 05:42:50 am
Thank you to all of this week's contributors. In order to keep the competition moving from week to week, we have to be strict with the weekly deadline. As a result, stories submitted after the deadline were not eligible to be this week's winner. I did enjoy each take on the story, and we look forward to seeing more work from you in the future. Keep writing.
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