Night Moves

I think back and I realize the world that was opened to me that evening, was a world filled with possibilities with no limitations. Love has no limitations and there is no turning back. We can never undo love - once love is expressed or felt - life becomes a before and after.

Who am I?

The woman to the left of me was dark skinned and had black hair falling upon her face. The woman to the right of me had auburn hair, full lips and a stud in her nose. Each of them much younger than myself and stunning.

Up to Me

When I hear this song and the words are sung it touches a cord within me that I need to follow my own path - time is running out for me and I must stay true to me. No one else can truly understand - I guess its gonna be up to me.

Invisible Man

The Prose Masquerade Think about what monster or creature you would most enjoy emulating if you were forced to become it for the rest of your life. (You can't say a businessman is a monster and take the easy route out). Within the realms of ghouls, ghosts, vampires, centaurs, etc., pick your poison, and craft something that shows how you would cope at your worst, your best, in your newfound existence of monstrosity. Let the words run.

Guilty of Innocence #prosechallenge

I await the sound of the bell to toll daily. Each day another inmate on death row is sent to their ultimate judgment – guilty or wrongly accused – it doesn’t matter. In the end, after the switch is pulled – the ultimate judge in the ultimate world will reveal the ultimate verdict. We all […]

Broken Hearts and Zipper Clubs

Please read and comment on the following URL (Its a contest – if you dont like it – you can say that too!) Broken Hearts and Zipper Clubs by Imthinking on Prose. http://ift.tt/2cGuXEs under: Freddy Zalta Tagged: prosechallenge