Foremost, we see
The facts of birds, bees
Make some youth feel free.
Aftmost, we find
The parties, purblind
Say -sight was in hind.
©2022 Chel Owens
That’s all I got, Madame Pensitivity. If you want to try her Three Things Challenge #844, click the link.
Doug stared at the cursor which marked the end of a lengthy piece. A smashing piece, really; one for which he might garner literary praise.
-If not for a little thing called conscience. Doug’s finger poised over the ‘Submit’ option, pulled back.
It’s not a factual article. Don’t publish it.
His conscience sounded deeper than Jiminy Cricket but was no less annoying. He was a grown man, working for The Apple, for the love of -! Well! He, Doug, was not to be bullied by a fantastical creature.
He clicked the button, releasing his minor poison to the unsuspecting masses.
Written, factually, for Charli’s prompt at Carrot Ranch.
August 8, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about a poisoned apple. Let’s explore dark myth. Deconstruct the original or invent something new. Negotiate the shadows, shed light, but go where the prompt leads you!
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