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AnnaRose7
Aspiring writer in school currently for crime scene investigation. I have three young children, and am an artist as well.
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Prose Challenge of the Week #46: It’s Halloween. Scare us shitless in 30 words or more. 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.
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Haunting of Horicon

Walking through the pumpkin hollow

In the dark night, through the graveyard’s shadow

Up the steps, and through the door

Into the House of Horicon, where life exists no more

It’s said the walls within shed bloody tears

Of sorrow left behind by those who died over the years

They walk inside, together to see

Are the rumors true, that the dead won’t let you be?

A nightmare exists beyond the entrance

But they will find out when with death will they dance

Ivy climbs the porch rail

As they step upon the porch, the night is pierced by a wail

Holding tight to each other, they stepped inside

The air was stale, but a cold breeze billowed through

Where it came from, neither knew

For the night outside was as still as death

But inside the house, fear threatened to take their breath

Another step inside the home

Once beautiful, before death had come to roam

The billowing breeze slowed to a halt

Before them, the scrawled words read, ’It’s not your fault,’

They walked slowly into the old living room

And that’s when they saw the first hint of red beginning to bloom

Blood trickled down, the walls were weeping

That’s when they saw her, on the couch sleeping

They watched as the scene unfolded like before

A ghostly man walks breaks through the door

The girl in white sits up in terror

As the hatchet he holds arcs through the air

Screams tear from her ghostly lips

And from the hatchet, her blood, bright red, drips

He swings it again and again

As her screams wrack the night almost until the very end

As her death happens before their eyes

The couple is startled to realize

The girl on the couch is the woman who’s hand

The young man holds as together they stand

Watching what happened to them long ago

When evil befell their sleepy hollow.

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Prose Challenge of the Week #36: Write a Haiku or Tanka describing a colour without using the name of the colour. 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
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Colors of Fall

Crisp like Autumn leaves

Pumpkin Spice drifts through the air

Beauty in sunset

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Prose Challenge of the Week #35: Write a piece of micropoetry that draws inspiration from the following word: “Equality.” 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
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Just Equality

Justice for All

How far did we fall

That race is a factor

In every disaster

Equality should matter