I have hurt without noticing for so long that I can't remember what it's like to feel anything without pain.
I'm not here, and nobody knows it, they don't see me.
I was not born with resting bitch face.
I think even sacrifice can become an addiction.
Sudden Denouement Literary Collective and Secret First Draft are holding a joint Writing Contest in the month of March to elicit new writers for the Collective.
Writing Prompt: March Madness
Each entry should be more than 50 words but less than 500
Each writer may submit 1 to 3 (maximum) pieces of writing for consideration
Submissions will be accepted: 3/1/2017 through 3/31/2017
Full prize information to be announced soon!
1st Place Winner will be granted membership in the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective
2nd, 3rd and 4th Place Runners-ups will be granted membership in the Secret First Draft Collective.
Send your submissions with your name, your pen name (if applicable), the address for your blog and a short biography (1 to 3 sentences to): Suddendenouement@gmail.com
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Time shows no remorse
The boy watched me, as I grew, The dark man chased me through my nightmares, his chains rattling as he walked, And the beast guarded my anger. These three spirits have followed me, relentless in their loyalty, unbreakable and inescapable. Since I was a child being used and hurt, they have stayed by my side.… Continue reading Intents and Purposes