houndsofwinter

what do you get when you cross a bookworm and a metalhead? i'm not quite sure; i'll get back to you once i figure myself out.

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"In the end..." | RIP Chester Bennington.

If anyone of you wonderful people here on Prose are struggling with mental illness and suicidal thoughts, please know that you're not alone. There are people who care, people who will listen, and want to help. If you or someone you know is considering suicide, please seek help and contact the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 1-800-273-TALK (8255)

zikeda

in the end, i’ll be

f r e e

my reality

birthed from the tar

soaking my bones and

drowning my lungs in

fear,

fear

in the end, i’ll be

f o u n d

my resound

voiced from the ache

haunting my heart and

gutting my soul with

hurt,

hurt

in the end, i will

f a d e

my masquerade

come to a close,

breaking the mold and

reflecting my life in

truth,

truth

in the end, i will

s e e

the real me

from beyond the thoughts

plaguing my mind and

veiling my eyes with

black,

black

in the end, i’ll be

free, i’ll be

found

and i’ll fade

when i see that

in the end,

it doesn’t

even

matter.

Challenge

Write the longest grammatically sound alliteration you can possibly muster. The longest such alliteration's author wins $150 if, and only if, this challenge receives at least 300 entries. Editing is allowed.

If you don't know what an alliteration is, Google it. Ensure that your entry is an alliteration and that it forms a coherent thought. Remember, editing is allowed.

Elisabeth in Words

Serendipitous saviour

Somehow, she surrounded sand's symphonic sound, surpassing serenity, surpassing speech. She spoke soundlessly, stars started shifting, seas shallow, saffron skies. Somehow, she sang solemnly, seismograms shivering, segregating stellar systems. Somehow, solace settled, solitude subdued; surreal sanctuary sustaining serendipity's soul. So she succeeded sibylline, serene, sending somewhere some sentient salute; she saluted society, stretching science's strands, steadfast, slow, stillness.

Challenge

For my first challenge - I would like a break up, a bad break up. One that haunts you or just keeps popping back in your head. Story or poem as you like, but it must convey the message "It wasn't me, it was definitely you" I want to relish in these tales of woe, so please tag me.

For my first challenge - I would like a break up, a bad break up. One that haunts you or just keeps popping back in your head. Story or poem as you like but it must convey the message "It wasn't me, it was definitely you" This will be a Monarchy Judging with 15-350 words max

KevinHall

Take

She took my heart and took the dog

And took my favorite hat

She took the car and half my socks

And even took the cat

She took the lint from out my pockets

Took the tiled floor

She even took my toothbrush

And the handle off the door

She took her time to take each light bulb

Out my favorite lamp

She took my old Nintendo

And my brand new Cadillac

She took my two-ply toilet tissue

Took my new shampoo

She took my T-Ball trophies

And my plastic pink Kazoo

She took the carpet off the floor

And paint from off the walls

She took my softest pillow

And my oldest overalls

She took my can of Dapper Dan

And took my PBR

She took my fancy plasma screen

And took my DVR

She took my bread and butter

And she took the master key

She took the toaster oven

And my Kenny G CD

So now I sit and wonder

In this empty house, I think

Of how she must still love me

Because she left the kitchen sink

Challenge

Write a horror story in two sentences.

“The 3 types of terror: The Gross-out: the sight of a severed head tumbling down a flight of stairs, it's when the lights go out and something green and slimy splatters against your arm. The Horror: the unnatural, spiders the size of bears, the dead waking up and walking around, it's when the lights go out and something with claws grabs you by the arm. And the last and worse one: Terror, when you come home and notice everything you own had been taken away and replaced by an exact substitute. It's when the lights go out and you feel something behind you, you hear it, you feel its breath against your ear, but when you turn around, there's nothing there...”---Stephen King

Cover image for post If You Have a Choice, Self-Publish, by Storybob

Storybob in Horror & Thriller

If You Have a Choice, Self-Publish

When I first met the Publisher he said, "You must write this story, your life depends on it."

I do not remember which was more evil, writing the novel for the Publisher or having my skin torn off my skull before he rested it on top my book.

Prose

Burning diesel, burning dinosaur bones.

Not to post back-to-back about it, but this is an exception:

We joined forces with Seattle Refined to commemorate & celebrate the life and lyrics of Soundgarden legend Chris Cornell with a new writing challenge.

If Chris Cornell touched you, write about it. Share your story, poem, tribute, anything about him. We will be putting together a book for the Cornell family, of the posts entered. All proceeds from additional copies purchased will be donated to suicide prevention. The most shared post will be read on air and posted on seattlerefined.com

Go to Seattle Refined in Portals to enter and read.

Thanks for stopping to read this. Go write.

-Prose.