Often I can feel it poised at the tip of my toes, that deep dark abyss. Never a fissure that those around me can see until I plunge over the side in a free fall of my own, balance lost as I grapple in a violent confrontation with unseen demons. The twist and twine of their tendrils strive to engulf me like hungry algae desperate to claim the swimmer. It is in this place farthest away from the centre of myself, lost in the darkness by the edge that the ghosts become more then mysterious silhouettes or murky shadows…
By Shari Marshall – 2018
Written in response to January 25, 2018, prompt by Carrot Ranch Literary Community: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that goes to the edge. Consider what the edge might be and how it informs the story. Go where the prompt leads.
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Excellent response Shari, I felt on edge reading your words.
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Thank you.
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What a tangible description to give that edge and could apply to many things such as depression or addiction. Perhaps we each have our own edge. Good writing, Shari.
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The demons of depression are powerful indeed, and they creep up to you and take hold before you know it.
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You have given me an insight into how it feels to fall into the abyss for whatever reason with your wonderful description.
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