Kazemakase Literature Club | Fluffy Wordplay [In Progress]
Thank you all for participating in the previous [Name] as well!
I look forward to your continued support! Now, here is this week's prompt.
Kazemakase Literature Club - 50th Prompt Project
We have finally reached our 50th installment. It feels like a milestone of sorts, but since our Kazemakase Literature Club will continue on from here, I have titled it "In Progress."
With the thought that this very moment is "in progress," leading toward a certain future.
Thank you all so much, as always!
Prompt: A "In Progress" themed
short-short, novel, poem, or essay—
Genre and style are free.
Why not weave your own "Kazemakase (wind-blown) story"?
Read, write, and connect loosely.
Please join us in this small literature club project!
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Deadline: Monday, April 27, 23:59
How to participate:
• Post your work with the tag #KazemakaseLiteratureClub • If possible, I would be happy if you could leave at least one comment on a past Kazemakase Literature Club work (anyone's work is fine!)
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"When you feel like it, just write it down."
I would be happy if you could participate as freely as the wind, with that kind of ease.
Feel free to join in~!
[Renji Oshima]
"Sorry, I don't think it's possible anymore"—the protagonist wanders through the past, unable to even be given a reason for the sudden breakup. Where did it go wrong? This is a heart-wrenching, painful monologue that quietly depicts a sense of loss without answers and the pain of a love that isn't even allowed to end.
[Shubi]
I don't know if I love him. But my body has learned the art of playing the "perfect lover." Caught in the trap of his overly precise kindness, this is a romance novel that highlights a calm relationship continuing while holding onto an absence of emotion, using a quiet and delicate touch to bring the void in the heart and transparent resignation to the surface.
[Suzuran]
An ambiguous time called "in progress" that is neither a beginning nor an end. This is a poetic essay that quietly nestles up to the heart that fears stopping and feels impatient with the pace of the world, saying, "It's okay to be just as you are." It is a warm work that gently affirms and embraces the incomplete self.
[Kairoudouketsu]
A sudden scene in the height of summer. Standing there was a Jizo statue, wearing an unchanging smile even as its features were worn away by the passage of time. In just two lines, this is a heartwarming piece that condenses the preciousness of ordinary daily life and quiet compassion.
[ABC Co-Creation Lab | Narrative and AI Future Design Office]
A blue knitted scarf, left unfinished, stopped in time at the back of a drawer. Every time I touch the incomplete item my mother left behind, my heart fills with gentle memories and quiet loneliness. This is a short story written with a delicate touch about warm thoughts for the departed and an undying love.
[Miwakarasu]
Overlapping with a passage from 'Atsumori,' the author, who has crossed the line between life and death, pens a quiet determination to live. While describing life as a dream or illusion, their figure—moving forward step by step, sometimes even stepping back—harbors an indomitable life force. It is a piece where the will to never stop walking hints at the opening of a new story.
[Ken Tateyama]
A spring afternoon heading to the grave of a child who is no longer here, accompanied by Chiro, an old dog sleeping in the sun. As they travel, with embraces compensating for their fading steps, a warm dialogue flows between the one person and the one dog. It is a gentle piece that revolves around the preciousness of life, colored by rape blossoms.
[1 Degree Below Ideal Temperature]
A welcome party at 'Mikan-do Bookstore,' where a unique cast of characters gathers. The confusion of 'I,' who is at the mercy of a punk rocker and a mysterious beauty, pops lightheartedly at the lively dining table. It is a scene that hints at the start of a new daily life—one that is full of challenges but somehow endearing.
[Ai Debo]
'Rather than the finished work, the painting in progress tells the truth'—a serene story that scoops up the purity of the moment when light wavers. The core of creation resides in the uncertain brilliance before it takes shape. We introduce a delicate and sincere piece that touches the heart with the beauty of being unfinished.
[Keisuke Imaru]
A young lady with a white parasol appears in a pitch-black coal mine. It is a story of warm dialogue woven between a soot-covered miner and her, as she seeks freedom. There is a beauty in the uncertain 'in-progress' state rather than in completion. The darkness gently envelops the two as they lay their own tracks and walk forward. A refreshing and sincere piece for finding one's own light.
[Mikan Katagiri]
Climbing the stairs that lead to the heavens, one step at a time, while questioning oneself. Looking back, the past crumbles; looking up, the future is far away. What will you accomplish and what will you give up on the journey of life? This piece depicts a quiet and sincere journey of the heart, pursuing the 'scenery one wants to see.'
[Mizutama]
The last sip left at the bottom of the cup. It is a quiet ritual of 'switching gears' to move on to the next thing. The tea-drinking habit passed down from parent to child, and the warm scene of family life drifting through the everyday. It is a piece that makes you want to gently savor the preciousness that resides in casual habits.
[Ryu]
With the changing of the times, our luggage has been reduced to a single smartphone. Yet, the weight of the life packed into our backpacks only continues to grow. A journey of looking back at nostalgic sounds and landscapes, quietly savoring the years that have piled up. A piece written with a sincere touch, offering the courage to keep walking while believing in oneself.
[In Closing]
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