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Prose Challenge of the Week #5 In no more than 500 words, continue this sentence: The land was barren, the sky was black… The winner will be chosen by Prose based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Bookmarks and shares will be taken into consideration, but won’t decide the winner solely. Winner will receive $100.
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ChelsieHill

Into the Darkness

The land was barren, the sky was black, she knew this day would come. Her heart was filled with great animosity at the thought of being left behind. Anger always had a controlling power over her. Her emotional entrapment began to overcome her physically. Her rage seemed to cause a chemical reaction that heated her skin and set her eyes ablaze. She struggled her whole life to feel love and belonging and being left proved she never did. She had been forgotten, forsaken. Had she not repented for her sins as she was told she should? Why was she left in this Godless place? She felt as if she might spontaneously combust if she didn't calm her nerves. Her anger quickly shifted to fear as she realized she could hardly see in front of her when piercing eyes glowing in the distance locked with hers. Her fear grew as this creature came closer. She was trembling beyond control, almost as if she were convulsing. She felt the beastly man's arms wrap around her fragile frame. The warmth of his body and tenderness of his embrace changed her fear to comfort, safety. Comfort then turned to desire as his pheromones were so potent she felt intoxicated. Next came a gentle caress and a tender kiss, followed by their bodies intertwining. How could she feel desire more than fear in this moment? It seemed illogical to feel this way, almost as if her emotions were being controlled. Just then, a strike of lightning lit up the sky and she caught a glimpse of her lover. She fell to her knees and sobbed in shock as she remembered her mother's words, "Beware of Satan, the charming serpent. He'll come disguised as everything your heart desires."

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