Velvet Verbosity has posted yet another wonderful 100 word challenge. The theme word was starved. This is my attempt:


I lay here on the floor, praying for my soul to be taken. My body feels heavy and weak but my heart even heavier. The walls around me will soon be my tomb.

The dimming memory of one small yet glorious tryst is all I have to last me until my final breath.  I have loved the most beautiful love.  Innocently immured until death because I was unaware my lovely one was betrothed to another.

The world is narrowing as I lay alone shivering on the floor. I must say goodbye to life and then I will be no more.


About Billie Jo Schinnerer

Born and raised on the edge of the Helderberg Escarpment in eastern New York. Formerly a primary and middle school teacher. Moved to the North West area of England in 2003. Now a mother of three and a wannabe author.
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12 Responses to Immured

  1. Tara R. says:

    This is heartbreaking. Beautifully written.

  2. Reads like a prose poem =)

  3. Great write, It’s an accepted saddness that I feel from it:-)

  4. John Wiswell says:

    I liked how you sampled the Lord’s Prayer (is that the one?) and remixed it for the opening line. Well done!

  5. barbara says:

    such grief – well written

  6. So sad and tragic, makes you want to “save” her.

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