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Ellamorring
My dream is to become a screenwriter. To become a screenwriter, I need money and power. To get money and power, I need to win contests.
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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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Near Drowning

I can't hold out any longer.

I can't make the climb-

I thought I was stronger...

They won't get here in time.

Hopeless, I breathe in.

The sun burns in my eyes.

Lungs like fire- how strange...

Covered in blankets as my body dries.

Hot outside, cold inside, immense pain.

They must have made it in time.

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Challenge of the Week CXII
Emotional Reaction. Perhaps it's an outburst of anger. Perhaps a fearful retreat. Perhaps still a poem, written of love. Choose an emotion (or two), and write about the reaction it causes. Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose.
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Death Where There is None (A.K.A Anxiety)

Burden.

I see it in their eyes as they gather around,

casting glances that only give their meaning to me.

This was their grand day, their party, their reputation.

And now I've gone and embarassed them in front of their friends.

The people who are important to them.

They know I can't help it.

But it doesn't matter.

They don't care.

I feel shame.

Panic.

Again, rising within my chest, the beast has returned.

I feel death begin to encircle my heart, closing its long cold fingers

around what's left of my being. My breathing picks up once again, scattered

and racing as the weight of their stares fold onto my shoulders. They know not

the pressure they impart on my soul.

I run from the room,

my knees buckling

as I go.

A friend.

After minutes that feel like hours, someone has come for me.

They stand in silence for a moment. I don't look at them, I just breathe.

They sit next to me, and slowly extend a hand. Not at me, but for me. For me

to reach and take hold of. I do. I feel at once grounded. Secure. Validated. They know

what it is to be irrationally afraid. To feel death

where there is none.

A tear of relief falls

onto our hands.

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Challenge of the Month IV: February
The Villain. Some villains may be innately evil. Others may be the product of unfortunate circumstance. Still others may simply be misunderstood - heroes willing to do the unsavory, but ultimately necessary deed. Tell the tale of a villain. 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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Visions of Red

I do what God tells me to do.

They don't believe that He is my god as well as theirs- they think I have made a god for myself. Or that I take my orders from the devil. But I do not. The devil has no place in my world. And I am more justified in my actions than all of them combined. They kill us because they believe we are monsters. I kill them because God believes they are monsters. And my opinion never enters the matter.

They see our red eyes and say we are demons- they tell their children, raise them in fear and dread. 'If you see the Red Eyes, you don't hesitate, you kill them on sight. Demons, the lot of them.'

They will never understand the fear our children feel at the sight of a 'normal' human being. We are not the monsters.

I feel the open, gnawing hunger inside me- crying out for forbidden satisfaction. No. It's not time yet. There has been no order, no command. So my hunger remains unsatiated. I do not kill for sport.

My only true friend enters the room, and hears the growl of my empty stomach.

"You okay?"

I smile at his question. So unknowing. He hasn't been with us long enough to know true hunger. He is human. He will never know.

"Yes," I respond quietly, "I am okay."

He doesn't look convinced, and I think he sees the gaping emptiness held in my eyes. I continue speaking in an attempt to explain the inexplicable.

"You've heard the term 'Mind over matter', yes?"

"Yes."

"It's like that."

The confusion in his eyes has transformed into unease. Of course. I feel the same at times, when I consider the weight of all I have consumed. Maybe their children fear us with good reason. But not this unknowing soul. He knows, he believes what I say. I meant it when I said he was my only true friend.

It's too bad I've just seen him in a vision...

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The Lore

Both dusty and new, 

Once repeated and once lost, 

The lore of old is 

Kept hidden and secretly

Lost among a culture's dreams. 

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