The knob creaked as I gave it a twist.
I’d been able to breathe last time I’d been here.
Imprisoned behind an unlocked gate of decorative iron, I watch the world carry on without me.
Shadows beckon; so soon shall I dance.
I am plummeted to the world beyond my fears.
My mind bleeds for what should have been, for the chance never to have seen you.
The rooftop glitters, wet with slime and sunlight on old stone.
Theirs is a multitude of ignored voices; immeasurable lives ending as grist to be chewed by holy teeth.
From down the hall, the words do come, and with them now, a screeching hum.
Enjoy Pen of the Damned today as we have a rare treat for you. Each of us has written a flash fiction (100 words) based on the picture prompt (above). The words I have placed here are just appetizers of each author’s work. Come over to the Pen and feast in our dark banquet hall.
A Picture Paints 100 Words, by Dan Dillard , Veneration, by Daemonwulf
Poisonous Hope, by Tyr Kieran, Sacred Charge, by Nina D’Arcangela
penned in moon dust 
looks like quite a collection
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Sounds grim/ foreboding
Will ck it out
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Such a dark tone …and sense of loss conveyed.
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a great voice (of 9)
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