Terri, this is an open-ended challenge. There's a new photo each week, but you can write to any image at any time. Most folks, however, write something the same week. The new photo goes up next Monday.
No word limit. But if you want readers, I'd suggest nothing more than 1500-2000 words.
Wooly spider, spider in the night How I fear thou fierce cold bite. In my dreams you're cold as ice On my throat licking thrice. Paralyzed I lie quietly in my bed My pillow covered with blood so red, You smile and leap across the room Leaving me quietly in your tomb.
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Comments: 19
This is tough Beth..what made you think of spiders???
Where do the posts get posted?
Terri, post your poem or story to Write Image.
Okay, I'm already having nightmares and I'm not even asleep! I need to get back into this writing prompt thing, actually.
Carl, this fellow does seem to have lots of meat on him. Tastes like chicken?
No word limit. But if you want readers, I'd suggest nothing more than 1500-2000 words.
How I fear thou fierce cold bite.
In my dreams you're cold as ice
On my throat licking thrice.
Paralyzed I lie quietly in my bed
My pillow covered with blood so red,
You smile and leap across the room
Leaving me quietly in your tomb.