Challenge
Prose Challenge of the Week #46: It’s Halloween. Scare us shitless in 30 words or more. 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.
The Truth at the End
Cold, grim fingers have us all by the throat
The death knell for all will resound
Do nothing to plan for a soul to float
Plead, ignore, bargain, denounce
Quietly ask reason, demand to stay,
Hold fast to mortal, earthen ties
At the tolling, sundown on the final day
illuminates barely lived lives.
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