surabi
Just a dreamy adult trying to find a place in this world of possibilities.
Challenge
Challenge of the Month XIII - April
The End. It's over. SARS-CoV-2 is no more. We emerge from our shelters. What do we see? What have we learned? How will we change? Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose. $100 purse to our favorite entry. Outstanding entries will be shared with our publishing partners.
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New Fear
Just like the Phoenix, we will rise again.
A new race reborn from the ashes and the dust we left behind. We will fill up the cities of ghosts, but instead of living and loving, we will mostly fear.
No doubt the wontons will wear glorious wigs to show off their wonderfully full lives. The wigs are just shields that use admiration as a defense against the horrible unknown. But the heardys won’t be afraid to look with terror-filled eyes, and instead of wigs they will turn to prayer to save them from the newly-reminded death sentence.
See, it’s hard to be immortal,
when you are truly,
wholly,
human.