Challenge
Monthly Stream of Consciousness Challenge for March.
You've walked in from work. You're burned out, and at the end of your wits. The job is taking its toll on your sleep, your relationship, your quality of life. By your window that fronts the city sits your typewriter and a blank page. You must write, because if you don't, the job will have all of you. Give it to us. Winner is decided by likes, and will receive a crisp $10.00
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Eight of Swords
How tight are the cloths bound along my hands?
Are they even tied at all?
I stand on the shore, salty water pooling beneath my feet. The sand gives way. I feel the coolness of a blade on my heel. I panic. Flail.
Fall.
Weeping maiden, trapped.
Am I?
The air only smells of the sea.
Are my captors lying in wait?
Or have they left me to my misery, knowing I would keep myself?