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Introducing: THE COPPERPLATE AWARDS, an annual writing challenge powered by Prose. The categories: Short Fiction (500 word minimum) Creative Nonfiction (500 word minimum) Poetry (250 word minimum) Write about the subject of TEMPTATION and submit your entry for ONE of the above categories to be considered. Tag the category for which you are submitting in your entry (#poetry, #shortfiction, #creativenonfiction). Submissions will be evaluated by Prose and a trusted panel of judges based on form, content, fire, and creative edge. Deadline: February 1, 2016 First place winners in each category will receive $500 and an iPad. Runners-up in all three categories will receive writerly swag (stay tuned for details). Winners will be announced on April 1, 2016 and prizes will be distributed on or before April 15.
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Curiosity/Temtation

Her eyes close to allow a lack of thought and set a shadow over her mind. She shuts down, the darkness envelopes her in whole.

A sound in the distance, attempting to break her shadow. She squints her eyes, focusing on blankness.

The sound comes again, louder and more distinct, one of her eyes attempts to open and she punches her own face. Unclench ing her fists she covers her ears.

Someone taps her shoulder, she shudders from their cold touch. They continue tapping, she yells stop through a closed mouth, they continue on.

Without moving her hands she stands up, feeling a slight breeze on her naked body as well as warm breath on her neck she dashes blindly away, both in her mind and physically.

A tear escapes her eye but is immediately stunted in downfall by a licking of this salty sign of emotion from her face.

Do not feel she tells herself.

On her blind run she trips over something cold and flesh-like, again for an eyelid attempts to move and she clamps her teeth down on her tongue. Her mouth is filled with the metallic taste of blood.

Picking herself up (uncovering her ears in doing so) she hears the sound, music , directly in her ears. Clawing her face to find her ears she gives in, one eyelid goes up, then the other, she opens her ears, allows regular thought to resume.

Curiosity tells her to look a what she tripped over, instinct says to return to the dark. Curiosity yells louder than instinct.

Looking down she cannot bare the sight before her. Below lay the mangled body of her beloved, tempt is written over his chest in blood. She feels a familiar cold touch on her shoulder which is accompanied by warm breath on her neck.

The music grows in speed and dynamics, her heart races with the violin, a hand reaches for her left breast, turning to her chaser to glance upon its face her heart race stills, her eyes go foggy and she falls to the ground.

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