Monthly Contest

Every month there will be a new theme posted. The submissions will have to include or be based around the given theme for that month. You can submit any form of writing from short stories to lyrics. The winner will be posted on the 29th of each month, so any submissions posted past the 28th will not be considered.

May's theme is:

Thunderstorms

Clapping in the distance
Like hands in an audience
Followed by a flash of light
To make cameras blush bright

A rolling in the skies
Like a standing ovation
The sky above cries
The air brings a heavy sensation

The actor on the stage
Is drenched in sweat and effort
Amid the storm's rage
Where he practiced in the rain

The hospital was cold and the air held a tension to it, as though it were waiting for something. A family crowded around a still figure on a gurney. Blood pooled on the floor. There was a tall man wearing a hat and trench coat and two children in raincoats and rain boots. The year was 1967 and the whole world was still in that moment.

The figure sighed a final breath as the children watched the woman die. She looked as though she were sleeping, aside from the cuts all over her body.

It was a car accident. Wasn't it always? It was storming out and the road was slippery and Mother... well, she wasn't a very good driver.

The children didn't weep. The father stood still. The lull in the storm came to an end as the lightening started back again. It was as though the whole world had waited to watch the woman die.

Her face was covered with a white sheet and the family was directed to a small room where they were asked where she should be sent, whether or not she had a will, and so on.

The storm just kept raging, forgetting all about its victim, determined to claim another.

Garrison was alone when the storm hit.

He had always been on the edge of insanity. He was alone when it finally crashed down. The next thing he knew, he was surrounded by people, but at the same time he wasn't. 

It raged inside of him and drove him mad. It twisted his heart and contorted his mind. He screamed with rage and fear of the unknown. Fear of the voices calling out to him. Let's be honest, Garrison. You're crazy. You've finally lost it.



"Shut up Shut up Shut up!" His cries were as useless as they were silent. It was all only in his head. "It's not my fault, I didn't do it."


The people around him were still on the ground. The floor of the bank was coated with thick blood. It seeped into the cracks of the tile, still hot from the bodies that it had just left. 

It was you. It was all you. Why did you do it? Garrison fell to the ground, letting the blood soak into his jeans. In the distance, he thought he could hear sirens. "It's all my fault...." 

The room grew fuzzy as Garrison picked the knife up from off of the ground. He was only vaguely aware of the pain as he stabbed it into himself. He felt his life slip away, as though he were falling slowly...


Slowly....

further
and further
down

into hell. 


Garrison was alone when the storm hit.

I come and I go from existence all the time.

When I show, it's always dark and kind of cold. I take the chance to start to grow.

My friends, the winds, Negafook, Eurus and his like rile me up and tell me of the joy of ever lasting existence.

I know my time is limited but I feel no rush, I saunter through the skies and paw upon the ground.

They of the land fear my claws as they stretch to the ground; I reach and touch for only a moment. My strength alone lights fire in the rain.

The creatures are so interesting; but they hide all the time. When the chance arrives I simple must touch them, feel them, but I let go quickly. My power again too strong...

In the winds I hear words, 'death' and 'pain', 'damage' and 'suffering'...

I do not know. Before I ask I grow weak. My hold upon the earth comes loose.

Again my existence shatters, but I have no fear.

One day I'll come again. To see the world I've come to love.

May's winner is MaybeiwasOddandOdd! 

Since we're towards the end of July, this theme will be for August:

Determination

Three days left to submit for August, you guys!

I will
Fight on
Be strong
For all the helpless ones
I will
Not cease
Bring peace
Lift up those who have fallen
I will
Not hate
Nor hesitate
For all will be forgiven
I will
Befriend you
Cleanse you
Be your guiding light
I will
Love you
Protect you
Be with you
Connect you
I am determined
To make our darkness bright