Challenge
Challenge of the Month XI: December
The Unknown. Perhaps it's our purpose, or an obscure branch of theoretical physics. Maybe it's the existence of a supreme being, or the origin of life. Or maybe it's something more personal. Write about something unknown. Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose. $100 purse to our favorite entry. Outstanding entries will be shared with our publishing partners.
Turn Around
I can feel him behind me, the chills running down my back tell me he’s staring. I can only see my eyelids, I can only hear the night traffic, and all I can smell is the downy in my sheets. But I can feel him, I know he’s there. What does he want tonight? Is he finally here to take me? Or is he just here to remind me yet again. My peace can be disrupted by the chills down my back and the darkness behind me.
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