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Posts Tagged: 3rdPlace
Graveyard Girl by Christina Feldermann (2023 Spooktacular Writing Contest: 3rd Place)
Your love, a sweet veneer, concealed poison’s blade,
An insidious elixir, familiar yet ominous shade,
A weapon cloaked as affection, it did cascade,
Turning my world into a sinister masquerade.
Every Precaution by Ronan Streby (2023 Love Stinks Writing Contest: 3rd Place)
I knew we would have a good marriage. I made certain. I still remember that day after all these years. My buddies from Kappa had all agreed to meet up by the foyer at the homecoming dance. “None of us would leave alone,” we said. But the flu had other plans; plans it didn’t share
The Parable of the Butcher by Jacob Hamaker (2022 Spooktacular Writing Contest: 3rd Place)
I’ve come to slay the beast. My scabbard feels light as it dances with my stride, exhilarated for what’s to come. A wretched thing: that what is to come. Killing, I mean to say. Ahead, on the path, there’s a thing that I’ve come to end. Above, the stars bore into me with ferocity. I’ve
Head Up by John Riggins (2022 April Poetry Contest: 3rd Place Poem for Prompt 1 – Spring)
See my dad was Jamaican told me everything was irie/If life is late giving you blossoms it’s because gardening you a field of ivies/So just smile and I know a lot of patience comes with that/See life will give you L’s but it’s about the comeback/But I’m tough for her I love her, life’s a
Halloween by Leticia Silva (2021 Spooktacular Writing Contest: 3rd Place Poetry)
clouds engulf the sky rain patters on the ground wind whispers through the air heat is absent cheeks are pink noses disappear breaths are sharp fingertips disintegrate ears feel scorched leaves sweep across yards footsteps are erratic and bountiful children’s laughter echoes creaking comes from open doors crackling is followed by hands grabbing sweetness is
Reflecting Guilt by Cody Alexander (2021 Spooktacular Writing Contest: 3rd Place Short Story)
There were already stains on the carpet when Shawn arrived at the motel earlier that evening, but this new one stood out. He could see it clearly in the reflection of the mirror…that, and the lifeless woman lying next to it. A rivulet of red seeped out from the bullet wound in her neck, and