Connoisseurs of the fine line:

To bang the gong for the end of our CotM series, here's a quick video highlighting the winner, and, like all the other pieces in this Challenge, it was seasoned and made for another tough call for the panel, as any one of these posts could have easily won.

With all the updates and upgrades in sight, continuing the Challenge of the Month wouldn't make sense like it has. That stated here, we're still bringing Challenges like these, only less scheduled, so we can expand the breath a bit.

A ton of talent keeps signing up here, and a ton of my time is spent in the minds of you writers, so thank you, and keep it coming. Never enough.

Here's the link for the video.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nYPWYjXOAu4

And.

As always...

Thank you for being here.

-The Prose. team

Hello, Beautiful, Brilliant Beasts of Boulevards and Poems and Stories and such:

H1 wrote in suggesting we feature a post from GentlmanBastard's, "1ST DAY IN PRISON CHALLENGE," and the suggested post was a story submitted by LilEnigma, titled, Prison Blues.

So it was written, and so it was done, and here is the link to the reading of this ridiculously good story.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z0PimgKxGkA

And.

As always...

Thank you for being here.

-The Prose. team

Hello, Brilliant, Beautiful Writers:

A piece by one of our masterminds and maestros waits below the message in this letter to you all, after a sentence that says, "Here's the link."

Here's the link.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SO0-38LJTEM

And.

As always.

Thank you for being here.

-The Prose. team

Dear Magnificent Mofos:

What does a Bastard have in common with a Pearl, a Bottle, a Fire, and another writer with Implications? They each live and thrive in their neighborhoods, running their streets in the boroughs of Prose. and making their bones with words thrown down like no others. Watch them own their boulevards in today's feature on the channel:

https://youtu.be/MDFC55RDg2g

And.

As always...

Thank you for being here.

-The Prose. team

Dear Smooth Operators:

On the channel today, we feature a few writers you just might want to get to know, to follow three of our legends. Would have read for hours, but a certain aging gentleman is going to see even older gentlemen playing metal tonight. Hint: Whiplash...

Here's the link to the vid.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-oZ7ouLRtzY

And.

As always.

Thank you for being here.

-The Prose. team

Dear Brilliant and Beautiful Writers:

I wanted to read every one of these, but time chained me to only five, counting the winner. If it's too late for coffee, pour a cold one, or a double, and look upon the talent featured on the channel today.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OfnCMh_dsrY

And.

As always.

Thank you for being here.

-The Prose. team

Dear Sexy Word People:

Here's a quick feature for some requests from the Prose. profile inbox. Speaking of which, if any pieces, or writers in general, do it for you, and you want them featured, write in with the Prose. link attached, and we'll feature it if we can.

The Challenge of the Month XLII video is on the way next.

Here's the link for the quickie today.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I_GE3rW7sPE

And.

As always...

Thank you for being here.

-The Prose. team

Dear Deep and Dreamy Minds:

Just a fast one here. Was about to head out the door early, but four bits of brilliance binded me in-studio, and I had to read them to break free, much like how a song is stuck in your head until you play it to get it gone. In this case, they were like four really good songs. Here's the link.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yn6d1q9UY9g

And...

As always.

Thank you for being here.

-The Prose. team

The forest was all-encompassing, seemingly swallowing the girl and her victim whole. To the girl's guilt-addled mind, the branches almost appeared as if they were reaching to the sky, begging for forgiveness to whatever god they worshipped. Unfortunately, she doubted their sins were as extreme.

"No," Daniella muttered to herself. "I-I can't be thinking like this. Cassandra brought it on herself."

Slowly lowering the dead body onto the ground, flashes of the murder swarmed her. The cruel words from Cassandra, Daniella's blubbering, Cassandra's laughter turning into horrified cries for help...

Daniella strengthened her resolve and tentatively picked up the shovel.

They walked in and found me standing next to the body. A phone and the knife in one hand. A baby hitched on my hip in the other hand. They knew where to find me because I called them before and after. The problem was, they wouldn't come before.

Everything in my life is separated by this one instance. The before I was a murderer and the after. The lives of so many altered by that instant. The cuffs were big and kept slipping down my hands. I kept pushing them back into place. I knew what I had become.