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
Death is Endless, Who Profits?
Guilt is behind me, today, ten years from the day that you died. It was an obscure tragedy that is now omnipotent, like god. Heroin. From the poppy fields, Afghanistan. War. Mujaheddin. Trained by us, to defeat the Russians. I often think: what a waste it is to die young.