Challenge
Challenge of the Month XXXVII
Give us one page of a book, story, or poem of yours. If it's a poem, it can be up to two pages. We don't care if it's already something you posted. For the big, fat $100, put up your picked page or poem. Winner will be chosen by Prose.
Mannat of a soul
THERE ARE MOMENTS WHEN TIME COMES TO A STANDSTILL, AND YOU FEEL LIKE YOU ARE DROWNING, EVEN AFTER NUMEROUS ATTEMPTS OF GASPING FOR BREATH. STILL, IT FEELS LIKE YOU ARE GONNA DIE . RIGHT AT THIS MOMENT, THAT'S WHAT FAYRA IS FELLING, AS IF ANY MOMENT EVERYTHING IS GOING TO COME CRASHING DOWN. EVERYONE AROUND HER IS CHATTERING HAPPILY , WAITING FOR HER TO TIE THE KNOT WITH THE BRIDE GROOM THEY FOUND FOR HER .WITH EACH PASSING MOMENT , HER GUT TIGHTENED WITH DREAD .SHE WILLED HER BODY TO GO NUMB TO KEEP THE PANIC SWIRLING AT THE EDGES OF HER SANITY FROM CREEPING INTO HER SOUL.
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