Challenge
Challenge of the Month XXXVIII
Alright, you beautiful maniacs: Pick a writer on Prose. with whom to collaborate on a short story. The winning badasses will receive $100 each to their PayPal or Venmo or whatever they use. No rules, just write it. The winners will be decided by the most likes this time around: ...and....GO.
Name
They look at me.
All mushed up faces into one.
What is your name? yells a man.
Your ugly says another
But all I see is a young girl.
Hiding under a weeping willow.
Her Mothers grave to the left,
Her Fathers to the right,
Her little brothers under her.
She sits there and cries.
Food is thrown.
She is called unspeakable names.
I walk up.
And she disappears,
I was to late.
She was to young.
I was to young.