What would my personal blog do without Creative Copy Challenge?

The word prompt site fills the large gap between posts.

It is always a pleasure to return to the challenge of words that lead who knows where.

Below is my latest submission. The challenge words are in bold.

Creative Copy Challenge #499

The rising sun chased dust into its clandestine search for light. A drop of water stretched to life, racing to the sink below. So began the non-substantive dance of another day.

Lethargy enveloped Margo in a tangled agglomerate of despair. The eye-opening events of the last few weeks brought an education she did not seek. When had her friend turned so aggressive? What wrong had she done to eclipse years as BFFs?

Margo would never forget that first post. Or the betrayal that followed.

You are such a loser. Everyone hates you, the hostile letters shouted their disdain.

Margo did not recognize the screen name.

Who is this?

I am truth. Your worst nightmare.

Quickly Margo logged off. Who was this person? Why were they targeting her? In the weeks to come, others from her school added to the attack. The haters rang rings around Margo’s pleas to stop.

Each week the posts became more hateful. Lies and contempt pounded Margo’s battered soul, dulling the stardust of innocence. Nothing she said, nothing she wrote could expose the attack for what it was – cyberbullying without a shred of so-called truth.

But the worst was yet to come. Taylor, her best friend since childhood, abandoned her for her accusers. Fearing they would modify their assault to include Margo’s inner circle, Taylor took the easier route. Or so she thought.

Before the water drop hit its silvery grave, Margo took her life. Just 14 years old, she could not rectify the picture someone else had painted. She could not justify the loss of her childhood friend and all she thought she knew.

She could not live tomorrow.