Good morning, Prosers,

We hope this post finds you all well.

It is week twenty-three of the Prose Challenge of the Week and we are stoked to see so many of you participating in our prompts, they just keep getting better and better.

Last week saw our challenge taking the shape of your nightmares, and you certainly gave us nightmarish dreams! Before we find out which one of you takes the $100 prize, let’s take a look at this week’s prompt:

Prose Challenge of the Week #23: Write a haiku about deceit. The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge

Get writing of your deception right now.

Back to the winner of week twenty-three. We have all read of your entries and thoroughly enjoyed every single one, even if some of them gave us nightmares of our own. There can only be one winner, and after much deliberation that winner is, @MaggieFreema with their piece “Alone.” Congratulations to you, we will be in touch shortly to arrange transfer of your winnings!

That’s all for this week, so get scribbling and filling our stream with your words!

Until next time, Prosers,

Prose. 

They always said falling out of love

Would be the hardest part

But they never said anything about driving past the local burger joint

Where we had our first date

Or the park where we used to sit and watch movies on my laptop

They didn't tell me about hearing your favorite song come on

And they never told me how I'd feel

Trying to fall asleep at night without hearing your breathing

Falling out of love was supposed to hurt the most

But nobody told me how much it hurt to be the only one left in love

The only one holding on

And the only one being taken advantage of

Letting go never hurt as much as holding on to something that could never be

Letting go was a relief

As if I was holding on to the very blade

That pressed into my skin

Tighter and tighter until I realized I was bleeding

You were the thorns on my rose

Thrust into my hands until I saw

That despite all its beauty

It still couldn't help but to hurt me

Falling out of love was a decision I made for myself

Because it hurts more knowing that my love was never enough

That there would always be a Someone Else

And a Someone New

No matter how many times you promised your soul to me

Falling out of love

Never hurt as much

As loving you

Actually did