Challenge
Challenge of the Month V: March
Close Encounter. A gunshot wound barely survived. A disease in fateful remission. A reaper, narrowly evaded. Write about a close encounter with death. $100 purse to our favorite entry. Outstanding entries will be shared with our publishing partners. Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose.
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masquerade
HE walks towards me
HE isn’t supposed to be here
the footsteps grow louder by the second
heavier along the hot gravel
focus on the wind in your hair
the suns rays that linger
this will pass
KEEP SCREAMING
keep moving
thankful for the woman and her dog
seperat.e .d
i’m still breathing