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.
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Bleak Midwinter
The land was barren, the sky was black, despite that a brilliant silvery film shone through the thick silent darkness and over the glistening wasteland of pristine white. Sub-zero winds echoed desolation but managed to moan between iron thick frost. The ice-kissed world served as a moral reminder of death, it had kissed our now frostbitten lips and fingers yet, as dawn drew closer blinding through the silver lustre; the sky and earth seemed to merge and melt together. The horizon was boundless and seemed to have no end...
This new beginning served as an epitome of life and lush fertility..
Hope was once and for all - ignited.