A Desiccated Christmas by Vanessa Wright


Sweat was running down his back in rivulets and pooled in his underwear. Christmas in the Southern hemisphere at an awesome 37 degrees, dressed in a red velvet suit, white beard, tasselled hat and black boots. He surveyed the manically shopping populace from his fake golden throne.  The true spirit of Christmas was painted on their faces in garish colours as they rushed to and fro. Santa Claus was his name and boosting sales his Continue reading

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A. Long — Chimera Self


My face was beat by wind and sleet,
Forest floor set traps to trip my feet.
My cloak wrapped tight about my neck,
In rain, I embarked on forest trek.
The creature wailed up in the tree,
Fought to keep his life from me.

My creation howled, woed, moaned,
Invoking God, each groan Continue reading

Francis Franklin-Untitled


The pain surprised her, she had thought it would hurt less this time. Looking down, a tear fell from her cheek and disappeared into the pool of warm blood. She knew she would have to find somewhere to wash. She knew she would have to find somewhere to hide. Already the sky was bright with the coming dawn. The hunters would be awake by now, eager to sniff out her trail. Like this one had. He should have stayed with them instead of charging into the night Continue reading

B. Paradis–Untitled


Each step was more agonizing than the last, each breath revealed another inner demon.  The Blue Forest was so majestic during the day, but under the shadow of night, its true nature was revealed. This was the only portal that all the sorrows of the world were released, in so much that even the flowers themselves grew blue from the tears of the Earth.

Another howl… Continue reading

Nariman Parker–BURGUNDY


Raindrops huge and insistent assaulted the glass behind him. Staring in his rear view mirror it looked like the dark was stalking him. He shrugged his jacket closer hoping the camouflage might shield him against the enveloping danger. The howling wind cried a tearful lament; warning him to veer off the unlit winding road where the only thing standing between him and the edge, were tiny pillars and the warning bells ringing in his head.

Jack cursed as a loose stone hit his windscreen. He drove on knowing he had trespassed against all reason Continue reading

Dennis Edwards–Bessie Mae’s Dream


Bess was relatively content in life.  She had come to accept certain things would never be as she would like them, but on the whole she had few real complaints.  She accepted the fact that life was short, and time accelerated without mercy after she turned thirty.  She accepted that she would never win a Pulitzer Prize, and that Chocolate was a fattening and most worthy temptation.  She could not accept not being in love.
She found herself on the cusp of middle age, ten years removed from college, and life had not yet turned out as she had hoped.  She thought surely by now she would be a professional writer, Continue reading

Youssef Sleiman–Untitled


The pain surprised her. She had thought it would hurt less this time. 

Looking down, a tear fell from her cheek and disappeared into the pool of warm blood. She knew she would have to find somewhere to wash. The borrowed red dress, doing its job perfectly to the aghast high school talent show audience, didn’t hide anything from her partner onstage, Denis Friebt. He held the gun – and a face awash with defeat, horror and guilt.

“You can’t make me shoot you onstage. They’re going to know about it,” Denis said, wearing a face full of defiance, horror and fear. “I’ll get expelled.” Continue reading

Justin Michael Schmidt–Untitled


Sleet pinging against dark glass behind him, wind whipped leaves stampeding past his feet on the unlit path, an eerie howl screaming through the treetops; he knew he had trespassed against all reason and common sense, yet he walked further, bent against the storm, forward to meet his nightmare face-to-face.

He is not really here. His body lays where it has fallen in what was once their home. Some part of him knows this, but does not care…

“Maggie!” He was screaming himself now; screaming into oblivion. But, the wind howled to mock him and his lost love. Continue reading

Crystal Lane


She was intrigued by the lack of emotional stimulation felt deep inside her soul. SHE ONLY SHED ONE TEAR…
She theorized in her spirit that she had been at this place in her life too many too many times before , and these emotions had now been silenced by a concrete wall of avoidance to glisten and make shiny her guilt.

It was only six short months ago she had missed her menses for two months . In her line of occupation, conception was a drawback not a great blessing bestowed upon the most fortunate; thus, it could not be allowed to sustain if she was to be able to sustain her own life. SHE DISTANTLY REMEMBERED THINKING WHAT THE BIRTHDAY OF THE LAST CHILD WOULD HAVE BEEN … Continue reading

Dyane Forde–Fire Reaper


FIRE REAPER

(This piece of fan fiction is based on the anime series, Darker Than Black)

”The pain surprised her, she had thought it would hurt less this time.  Looking down, a tear fell from her cheek and disappeared into the pool of warm blood.  She knew she would have to find somewhere to wash.”

But that would have to wait. First, she had to pay her price and get back on her feet. More men were coming. Continue reading

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Hello everyone!

Don’t miss out on our fun. Join the Writer’s Challenge that ends in three days!

Three more days til the Writer’s Challenge ends and the voting begins!!! How exciting! I think I’ve had too much coffee. The exclamation points are available in abundance this morning. I’m just SO EXCITED! Have I mentioned how excited I am yet?

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Writer’s Challenge ends October 25, 2013!! So make sure you submit them before midnight EST. Entries will be displayed here for voting on October 26, 2013 by 6 A.M. EST. 

Writer’s Challenge details below:

This is just for fun!!! No wrong or right here. Just WRITE! get your juices flowing!! (hush)

Rules
-tell story using this prompt in 500 words or less_
-mention whether you’re using Prompt 1 or 2
-post your story/poem/prose here on this thread (or via email). It needs to be on this thread in order for others to VOTE on it. If it isn’t on here, we will miss it.
-No need to use prompts word for word. Use the inspiration and create!
-DEADLINE: October 25th, 2013

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Prompt choices:
#1

”Sleet pinging against dark glass behind him, wind whipped leaves stampeding past his feet on the unlit path, an eerie howl screaming through the treetops; he knew he had trespassed against all reason and common sense, yet he walked further, bent against the storm, forward to meet his nightmare face-to-face.”

#2
”The pain surprised her, she had thought it would hurt less this time. Looking down, a tear fell from her cheek and disappeared into the pool of warm blood. She knew she would have to find somewhere to wash.”

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The author entering into this contest is to submit their own work. Not that of another. The winner will have the opportunity to promote their own work, not that of someone else’s. It’s only fair for the other writers who work hard to enter into this contest. Any entries that do not follow these requirements/rules will be removed from contest. 🙂 please remember, you don’t have to be perfect, just write! 🙂 Deadline is October 25th.

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