The winner gets featured for a month along with their book/blog to be promoted. I don't have a book to promote, but I do have a 3,000 word short story written and edited up for all of you. As thanks for enjoying my stories, as well for voting to helping me win.
Here's the link in case you weren't able to vote yet: http://awritersgallery.wordpress.com/2013/10/26/m-a-barr-maskara/#comments
Rating it 1-5 stars will count as a vote, no need to do any kind of registration. If you enjoy the story feel free to share it with friends and family as well.
Rating it 1-5 stars will count as a vote, no need to do any kind of registration. If you enjoy the story feel free to share it with friends and family as well.
Like any other post of mine I'm not going to leave you without entertaining you for a bit. So let me give you a small portion of that short story. If you like the intro, you'll like the rest of it.
It's about dreams. How we kill them, and how we make them come to life.
*picture is originally from http://sapsiwye.com/dramatic-silhouette-photography/
“Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly…”
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly…”
-Langston Hughes
When You Wish Upon a Star...
I stand swaying just a bit, down my glass, and pick up three things: my precious bottle of whiskey, a pack of matches, and a metal waste basket. Staggering to the center of the studio I prepare my pseudo funeral pyre— grabbing some sketches off nearby desks, crumpling and throwing them into my waste basket.
“Clarabelle. Horace. Clara.” my voice cracking just a bit as I pour whiskey into the basket after them— a farewell toast for the dearly departed. My hands shake as I light the match and toss it into the basket. I take one big swig and finish what’s left in the bottle as the fire rises; smoky black tendrils sending their fictional spirits on high to wherever cartoons go to when they die. I collapse sitting on the ground, letting the empty bottle roll away. I try to rub the frustration, the anger and the weariness from my face with both hands… maybe… maybe if I just keep my eyes closed, all my problems will go away…
…just…
just let it all go…
…give up and admit…
…
Dreams can die…
To be continued... Be sure to vote to read the rest!
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