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Challenge of the Month V: March
Close Encounter. A gunshot wound barely survived. A disease in fateful remission. A reaper, narrowly evaded. Write about a close encounter with death. $100 purse to our favorite entry. Outstanding entries will be shared with our publishing partners. Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose. 
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A Fun Ride

He held the bottle, name jack streached across it.

She held her stuffed animal in the back seat.

Her father told her it was gonna be fast, no pain, no crying, just peace.

She didn't know what to do so she held her stuffed animal tight.

He told her that it was gonna be okay.

He drove over the edge.

She heard the water running into the car.

She screamed and screamed.

Her Daddy was asleep.

She was awake she escaped that night.

Because her stuffed animal told her too.

Just because her dad had depression doesn't means she had it too

She had something worse.

Schizophrenia is something that makes you hear things.

At least this hallucination was a good one.

It made her live.

But her daddy was the one at the bottom of the river.

and thats okay because she escaped death.

She was the surviovr.