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Missy’s MAD Challenge # 115

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Every week, a creative prompt will be offered to help you unleash your imagination and artistic skills.

You can share your response as art or any other creative expression inspired by the prompt.

There are no restrictions and no deadlines, so feel free to take your time and enjoy the creative process.

Remember to label your response with #missysmadchallenge.

Your challenge for this week

* I wandered into the forest looking for my lost dog and stumbled upon a clearing where people’s forgotten dreams grew like flowers.

Poetry

Be You

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In a world so bright,
You shine like a star,
But deep down I see,
You’re hiding who you are.

Behind a smile,
A story untold,
Yearning for truth,
A heart brave and bold.

So take off the mask,
Let your real self show,
For being yourself,
Is the best way to grow.

Wooden sign reading “Just Rójie” outside a flower-filled boutique
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Just Rojie

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Wooden sign reading “Just Rójie” outside a flower-filled boutique
A rustic wooden “Just Rójie” sign welcomes visitors to a charming flower-filled boutique.

LINK: prompts for october 2026 

  1. Describe a cozy autumn evening that you’ve experienced or would like to. 

My ideal autumn evening isn’t fancy. It’s a blanket, a warm drink, and permission to stop performing for everyone else. Maybe I’d spend an hour painting, doodling, or writing whatever is on my mind while YouTube plays softly in the background. The windows would be open just enough to let in that crisp autumn air. I’d feel cozy, not because everything in my life was perfect, but because I was finally allowing myself to rest without guilt. That’s the kind of autumn evening I want more of.

Poetry

The Role of an Educator

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Teacher
supportive, knowledgeable
inspiring, supporting, teaching
instructor, mentor, tutor, facilitator
educating, mentoring, guiding
inspiring, dedicated
Educator

Poetry

Navigating the Storm

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When voices rise, I feel unsafe,

Uncertain of what to do next.

Tears gather quietly in my eyes.

Anxiety surges, overtaking every thought.

Nothing so far has soothed me.

I want to run, to escape,

But I must stay—my work remains unfinished.

Messages from home stir new worries,

Nowhere to hide, not even for a minute,

I call someone—at first, they dismiss me, but eventually, they come around.

Still, feelings linger, though they slowly fade,

But they are not truly gone,

I need to hold on, to see how the rest of the day unfolds.

I will call my therapist.

Poetry

Timeless Moments

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Timeless moments are passing us by,
Need to stop and take the moments in,
Breathe deep the beauty, let our spirits fly.

Poetry

Mental Chaos

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The never-ending battle of thoughts crashed through my head.

Why can’t I stop them from


Invading my mind, like a relentless storm?


They swirl and they clash, leaving me in dismay,

I long for a moment of peace, for them to just go away.

But amidst the chaos, I find a glimmer of light,

A strength within to continue the fight.

I harness the power of my own inner calm,

And slowly but surely, I find a healing balm.

Poetry

Blinded by Pride

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I was blinded by my pride,
That you were true to me, I couldn’t abide,
Now I am subdued since you have ruined my reputation,
I yearn for privacy, which I feel that I will never have again.

Challenge, Missy's MAD Challenge

Missy’s MAD Challenge # 114

M.A.D. Works

Every week, a creative prompt will be offered to help you unleash your imagination and artistic skills. 

You can share your response as art or any other creative expression inspired by the prompt.

There are no restrictions and no deadlines, so feel free to take your time and enjoy the creative process.

Remember to label your response with #missysmadchallenge.

Your challenge for this week

  • Every night at exactly midnight, someone whispered my name from inside the abandoned house across the street.
Commentary

Lesson Learned

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What’s one thing you know now that would have saved your younger self a lot of pain?

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  One thing I know now that would’ve saved my younger self a lot of pain is this: you don’t have to earn the right to be treated well. I spent years believing I had to over‑explain, over‑give, or over‑tolerate to keep the peace. Learning that my needs weren’t “too much,” and that boundaries aren’t punishments but protection, would have changed everything. I understand now that choosing myself isn’t selfish — it’s survival, and it’s the foundation for every healthy connection I build moving forward.  

 At times I still go back to my old ways, and I have to remind myself that it is okay to put me first instead of others. If they don’t agree that it is not on me, it is on them.

Poetry

Resilience

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Contrary to your belief,
I am stronger than you think,
still hanging on,
though edges may fray,
each storm makes me blink.

With scars like my armor,
I rise from the fall,
a spirit unbroken,
I stand through it all.

So doubt if you must,
but my heart will not break,
for deep in my being,
I know what’s at stake.

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Just Rojie- Day 4

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LINK: prompts for october 2026 

Post your favorite picture and share why it’s your fav pic.

A cluster of bright tulips growing together, their petals glowing in shades of golden yellow, orange, and reddish pink, like little flames rising toward the sky.

This is my favorite picture because it is one of my own creations, and every time I look at it, I remember how much fun I had bringing it to life,from sketching the first outline and choosing the colors to slowly layering the shades and highlights until it felt just right, especially the way the colors blend together and make the whole image feel vibrant and full of my personality.

Commentary

Weirdest Movie

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What’s the weirdest movie you’ve ever watched?

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I might not have a whole crowd nodding along with me on this one, but to this day I still can’t figure out this movie. I remember sitting in the theater, trying so hard to stay awake, waiting for it to make sense… and it never did.

So, my pick for the weirdest movie I’ve ever watched? Tomb Raider.

I know plenty of people love it, but for me it was a confusing, chaotic blur that almost rocked me right to sleep.

Poetry

Blank

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Blank slate to create
Many ideas swirl in me.
Not sure what to do.

Poetry

Apology

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Acknowledging my mistake,
Promising to make it right,
Opening my heart,
Letting go of my pride,
Only seeking forgiveness,
Genuine in my intentions,
Yearning for your understanding.