My muscle memory remembers the way my fingers would curl around yours. But something died in me the night they forgot how to write the way that felt.
Nickelback
If Today Was Your Last Day
by: Nickelback
Album: If Today Was Your Last Day (Radio Single)
So so so. In light of all the recent events, the me has decided to try an anon challenge. The rules are simple and you’ll are awesome, so make my job difficult.
The topic is basically to write anything off ‘His hands’. Prose or poetry. Make it dark, dirty, happy or funny. Don’t limit your imagination. This is definitely for the boys out there as well. I hate to cage your creativity, but it has to fit in my ask box, and it has to be anonymous. The challenge will close at 23:59 IST onSUNDAY (the 1st) But if you guys be all stubborn and don’t participate I’ll probably extend the deadline.
As for the prizes, I don’t know if me writing you something is good enough an offer, but we can work all that out when we’re done and good. There will be a 1st, 2nd, and 3rd place, along with two honourable mentions (and honourable will be spelled with a u).
I’d really appreciate it if anyone reblogs this so I get more people in here.
And remember, your chances of winning increase exponentially if you participate.
