Challenge
Challenge of the Week CCXXV
You're on the wrong end of a chrome .45 with a pearl grip. Write a story or poem about what put you there, and which end of the chrome you're on. End the story with the last words you will either say to the other, or the last words you will ever hear. A big, fat $25 is at stake. Winner is decided by likes. Go.
I’m here to hide
Hide, hide from every ride.
They are dangerous, they won't let us glide.
Hide, hide from every lie
They make us plead but we still hide.
Marks on my skin, they took the blade;
Didn't see me bleed, they just put the blame.
Hide, hide from every guy
Who left us alone, with soggy fries?
Oh! I bit it and it turned out dry!
Hide, hide before it dies
The falling sky and a sad goodbye.
Hide, hide from the lover boy
Who'll love enough
but you will still hide.
They made me hollow
and screamed for the love I borrowed.
Hide, hide from the child
She'll get broken, if she sees you getting bruises.
So hide, hide... Before all of them eat your pride.