Challenge
The Prose Masquerade
Think about what monster or creature you would most enjoy emulating if you were forced to become it for the rest of your life. (You can't say a businessman is a monster and take the easy route out). Within the realms of ghouls, ghosts, vampires, centaurs, etc., pick your poison, and craft something that shows how you would cope at your worst, your best, in your newfound existence of monstrosity. Let the words run. The winner gets a trick or treat box from me.
Never Cry, Wolfe
100 years in each backwoods step
We enter white wooden door, into classic cabin,
Cynically, “jagetit?”—rage, "Yes!"—
In pulse rubicund skies, elongate the only window
Suck down these anecdotes immediately
We know in our deepest deepest hearts this is the last hope
Creep sneering, .. I breathe lighter and lighter,
Arrest flaring nostrils approaching
Swallowing chests until the last bit slinks, throats
Claw crawling cure, fleeting splays grind,
“What's wrong..”—“What's Wrong!?!"—
Silver elixir fails, hairs sliver out
And grinning reflection, beast emerges.
"well, C’mon RedWolf! You are nothing without me.”
Fanged in howls ricochet
As shatters of the ruddy evening
And the window, just in pieces
Double-swift 100 steps back through the woods