2nd Place goes to December Dragon! Congrats!
His winning story, Blood Dreamer, is very interesting and gory, but poetic at the same time. It definitely deserved to win!
I close my eyes and sleep.
I sleep for a little while while before I’m dragged,
By my feet,
Out of bed
And into the hall.
But am kicked,
I fight more,
I get kicked even harder.
I grab the leg and twist it,
Screams pierce my ears
I know it’s broken.
They drop me and stand around,
Then all I see is fists and legs and flashes of stars,
And I feel the sharp pain with every fist, foot, and star.
After what seems like hours,
They drag me outside.
There’s a crowd,
I must be lucky.
I’m dragged to the middle and held still.
I can’t move at all,
I can only see through one eye,
My breath staggers,
I taste copper,
I feel terrible pain.
Soon, my best friend is also dragged in,
I barely recognize his face,
It’s red and swollen.
Blood pours like lava from a volcano
From infinite amount of cuts.
He is dragged in front of me,
His arms held behind his back,
He’s also breathing as badly or worse than me.
What is going on?
I ask to myself,
Too weak to talk.
I don’t have to wait long,
A big fellow with blonde hair
Steps into the circle and raises his hands in silence,
Like the dogs they are,
Fall instantly silent,
And he speaks:
‘This is what happens to betrayers’
He says more to the crowd than to us
‘This is what you get for leaving us,
This is what you get for backstabbing.
There must be blood to repay this debt to us’
The crowd starts saying ‘blood’
Slowly increasing the pace and volume.
He smiles and offers his hand,
Someone places a knife,
A knife I will always remember,
Black cords wrapped around it,
Forked tongue tip of the blade,
Shiny as sliver in the night.
He kneels in front of my friend,
‘Beg and I’ll make it quick’
My friend smirks and spits blood on to his face.
He leaps up and swipes at my friend’s face.
Instantly, a waterfall of blood gushes down his face.
He doesn’t move or seem to be bothered.
Becomes more angry.
He walks back up and starts carving into my friend's head.
I try to turn away,
But I’m petrified by the scene.
I can’t move,
As my heart tears open.
I watch as blood starts to flow like a river,’
From his head and down to the grey cobblestones.
There, it makes a pond,
Then a pool,
Than a lake,
And after hours,
‘Blood, blood, blood!’
The crowd shouts.
My friend doesn’t utter a sound.
His eyes closed with pain,
He’s probably biting his tongue.
After a while,
The leader starts on his face.
My friend manages to get an arm free.
He launches it between the leader’s legs,
And doesn’t let go.
I see his arm tense,
And know that he’s grabbing
And crushing something with all his strength.
The leader screams,
For a big guy
He screams like a little girl,
I see the pain in his eyes,
In his screams.
He swipes at the arm with the knife,
Over and over.
Blood flies everywhere.
It hits me;
It lands in my mouth;
It intermingles with my own,
Yet my friend doesn’t let go.
The leader cuts and cuts,
With each cut more panicked than the other,
Until bone is revealed to the night.
He stops swiping, and breaks the arm.
He tears it off and tosses it to the side.
‘Blood! Blood! Blood!’
I see anger in his eyes;
I see the fury;
I see the fierceness;
I see the pain.
My friend is dead now…
He runs up to my friend and stabs him in the head,
Then runs the blade from the head to down the neck,
Without taking it out.
He swipes over
Blood flies like a fountain in a water park.
‘BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD’
My friend falls to the ground,
His head facing me.
I see his life leaving his eyes,
I see the blood pouring from millions of wounds.
‘BLOOD!!! BLOOD!!! BLOOD!!!’
I wake up,
With the copper in my mouth
And the chant,
That I will hear for all of eternity,
And the thumps,
That will forever beat into my soul.
And my pillow wet,
With my eyes stinging,
Unable to see for hours,
Unable to sleep for days.
This is my brand in my head.
This is the dream I will hold forever more.
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Dream Big - 1st Place Winner!
1st Place for the Dream Big Writing Contest is...Devyn Hoshour also known as Dev!!! Congratulations!
Her winning piece, Music Box, is a short and simple poem but it truly captures the essence of a dream!
In the split second mirror of a music box
Lays the heart of an adventure in pause
A warrior who's bow is laid across her tin chest
A pause in her music box's song so she may rest
Eyes closed but Ive seen the gold and ice she keeps
Within her body, within her mind, within her sleep
She dreams of running away to lands where time runs to emotion
She dreams of seas of love and chaos that turn into oceans
When she sleeps she sees the stars in his eyes
When she sleeps she only needs a flame to reach the sky
But when she awakes she will guard her grace
Awaken the warrior that lies within her unspoken tastes
A heart to blame for her chaotic explosions
A warrior in the music box of dream and commotion
She rests and she dances, a metal, tin dancer in the blank room
A spirit who's lived for so long she's surely doomed
To live in a world of secrets in her sleep
Only to awake to the world that seeks her defeat
A beauty in the garden of faith and time
A streak of color in the midnight sky
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