Challenge
Prose Challenge of the Week #45: You’re on death row for a crime you didn't commit. Write about it. The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge
The Strange Darkness
The strange darkness is in front of me,
Who are blind,as much they see!
Who has no love--kindness in their heart
Without their command,offices can not be start!
But who now till belives in human
Who thinks till, "love is the culture"
Heart of Biggest truth, art or a man,
Now,became the food of fox and vulture!