Challenge
Prose Challenge of the Week #5
In no more than 500 words, continue this sentence: The land was barren, the sky was black… The winner will be chosen by Prose based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Bookmarks and shares will be taken into consideration, but won’t decide the winner solely. Winner will receive $100.
This view up here
The land was barren the sky was black
All amongst this haneous crack
The birds the bees the grass the trees
they once were here so peacefully
New sights and sounds this crack had found
And spread them all along the ground
The dead it spreads just like they said
Some just died and others fled
But me I had to stand and wait
watch my home turn from gold to slate
From on this hill I watched them burn
And wonder when it'd be my turn
I choked on smoke and shed my leaves
Whatever else the breeze unweaves
And then they came the winds of change
And with them a decade worth of rain
It quenched my thirst and made me shiver
And turned that crack into a river
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