Category: Competition

She shone, brilliant as the sun. I, Ill-content to simply bask in her warmth, donned my wax wings for a closer look.

I sit down, I listen, I talk I learn. that’s my life in a nutshell

The woman, clad in dirt and rags, sits by the side of the highway, a cardboard sign in her hand reading ‘Homeless and Hungry, Take Pity’. She uses lulls in the traffic to sneak peaks at her iPhone.

Home, its not a structure with four walls and a roof. its where you heart is.

I awoke with a start, hearing organ music. I saw my Mother standing over me: “ lie back down baby, it’s a funeral, and you don’t make a scene.”

Don’t open your eyes, keep them closed and let the headphones connect you to the music. No one needs to know you are in your pajamas and on the sofa, your metaphorical dance floor.

Closing your eyes, you are a child once again, running and laughing with friends on a sunburnt beach. When the laughter turns to rumbling screams, there is only time for eyelids like violent window shades to fly open, beholding the towering wall of water stretching up into an endless sky.

They killed them all, from the first to the last.
They were afraid of their weapons, the pencils and the tommy gums.

He molested me and nearly killed me. Yet only one of us wakes up each morning.