Sauntering through this forest of towers, casually crossing paths with people grinning with their teeth. Wiry hands and bony legs bewitch you. Ghoulish hallowed figures of the night. In this land you’ll never find the afflicted. Piercing misery is hidden by enchanting costumes. I shiver, finding I wear the same mask.

Writing prompt by Rayna Halloway: use the words afflicted, shiver, pierce, teeth, hallowed


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