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(Yet another) Challenge of Inspiration 5
I came to a realization, after the 4th, that the first challenge of inspiration is inherently up to me. Apparently, 4's phrases weren't terribly inspiring, so that's on me. Hopefully this one will go better. Use the phrases below in a unique story or poem which begs a rejoinder of some kind from other Prosers. Responses need not be entered directly into the challenge--feel free to compose your response as a regular post, then put a link to it in the comments of the original piece so we can all find it. One winning original entry and one winning response entry will be blessed with a life-changing $5 prize! That's a whole pizza at Little Caesar's! (Or half a salad... somewhere... where people eat salads.) ______________Here are your challenge phrases: _______________ at your doorstep, Hate's last breath, carry on, alternate truth, the undertaker's dream, backward curiosity, nearing the End of Days, unnatural motives, I think of scales, forever in a ____________ Have fun! And no, "have fun" is not one of the phrases. Ugh... I know at least two of you are going to title your entry Have Fun just to mess with me. You know what? I don't care if you have fun or not--just do the damn challenge!
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PrettyScaries

Kitty Cats

There’s a dead crow at your doorstep

Some disemboweled rats by the stairs

They’re gifts from the Undertaker

And signed by the Reaper

Cunning

Deceptive

Sadistic

I don’t think of gifts

I think of scales

Unbalanced

Unhinged

She gifts you with Death

And you always accept

She has unnatural motives

Alternate truths

Backwards curiosity

Delightful psychopathy

You still carry on

Continuing on

Under her spell

Caught in her claws

Mesmerized

Anaesthetized

Paralyzed and victimized

She cruelly seduced you

Conjuring tricks

You look like a fool

Addicted to lies

Disguised as her gifts

There’s blood in your mouth

It crimson and black

The Undertaker’s dream is your early death

Torturing you forever with Hate’s last breath

You’re nearing the End of Times

So if you don't want to die

You need to skin that cat alive

You’ll need to do it at least nine times