Exceptional about the soul Short : The Whoul by Bill Schott      Soul Writer Contest Winner

Her eyes searched the room. In her hospice bed she seemed lost in a sea of sheets. I thought of when she used to yell, "Oh my soul!" and grasp her chest whenever she was frightened or surprised. It was as if her soul were about to fly out of her body. She seemed now to be looking for something or someone. It wasn't me, as her gaze never caught mine and she looked right through me. Suddenly, she chirped, "Oh my soul!" It was as if her soul had found HER. Then she was gone. Looking like a contented child, after a day of wonders, asleep in her final stillness. I feel now, as though the soul is a fragmented entity, which dwells in part with us, and somewhere else as well. When one day it reunites, we become the lesser, and the 'whoul' returns to its home. Writing Prompt In under 150 words, define a "soul." You may write poetry or prose. Soul Writer Contest Winner Recognized Author Notes Whole + soul = whoul Thanks to Angelheart for use of the artwork. Felt like slapping this up again for the heck of it.

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