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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Frank’s Journey
It ends with birth.
Frank’s decline was birthed quickly, pushing into the world like a screaming bear, clawing at the walls around it, tearing it to shreds like loose bark on a tree.
“I don’t want to be born this way.” He tried to shout, but his mouth was gluing shut, from the fluid being born.
Then, Frank began to look the birth in the eye, accepting the road behind him.
“I’m going to be okay. Where I’m going, I’ll be okay.”
Frank’s ascent was slow.
Frank woke up. Even though he hadn’t ever been asleep.
It starts with death.