Challenge
Prose Challenge of the Week #19: In no more than 50 words, write about guilt. The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge
There be Guilt at The Summit of The Sober Morrow
Eyelashes singe from grilling behind.
Bones ache, joints seized, unholy shrine.
Mouth arid akin to dust.
Raucous skull akin to rust.
Was it worth it?
Cloudy lucidity, hazy memories of words said.
Raising Diablo with sultry potions of dead.
Flashes of dancing... but I don't tread!
The horror, the dread...