Thank you, everyone, for your entries. My original contest post stated: The decision on who goes into the anthology is made by @TreasureHunter. Meanwhile, a generous Islander has transferred 15 sbd to

This is an entry into @carolkean's 'She Liked It' Contest which you can find here: I know the post was published late; however, I liked it so much that I still decided to publish it Dear readers, I hope

Should I kill her? Take her to the edge of the cliff and, poof. Her body would disappear, swept out by the Pacific waves and carried down below to Davy Jones’s locker. I can see her face now—wet, cold,

Three Days Left to enter Keangaroo's writing contest! keangaroo Multiple Winners - No Limit on how many entries may earn a $5 SBD award! No First, Second, and Third prizes for this Keangaroo contest -

This is a submission for @carolkean's open-ended 'She Liked It' writing contest, which allows either poetry or a story. Since I've thrown depressing post-apocalyptic fiction at her in the past, I've gone

#Keangaroo #AnUnrequitedLove In a small village called Gugma, there live a maiden called Daniella. Like her name, she is very beautiful and adorable. Admired by many, she is like a repetition of the past

Halfway drunk and partially awake, Bianca fumbled with her keys until she found the one that fit the lock. The air inside the apartment was still, showing no signs of life other than John waiting alone

Read Part I Twelve months ago to the day, Lizzie had come down from Princeton for a “girls’ night.” We had made it halfway through our second bottle of Gewürztraminer before I woke up alone on the couch,

The sun is just dipping toward the horizon when the knock I've been expecting for seven months comes at last. My hand is already on the doorknob when I recognize him through the sidelight. I start talking

Photo Credit I planet a bed of roses, Next to where she lay. She liked it, Say she did not in so many words. Dreams of speculation, Ran through the coagulated thought. Thick as the mud, Sticky as the blood.

Courtesy Pixaby I gave her my word, lured her with gold, hoped she would fold, in the early morns cold. But tho i was bold; my lyrics and flows, couldn't unfold her stiffly locked heart! This marvelous

The Puppeteer Her tongue slithers like a serpent, she hisses lies in your ears, lies that slowly pile until their chaos annihilates inner peace. Streams of tears slide off her soft face, acting as the

You know, it was very clear that everything was going to fail. We both knew it. However, something very deep pushed us to ignore the obvious, and we continued to consummate that failed love. I was sure

She’s stranded on life’s journey, But she hitchhikes it, Never looking behind Because she likes it. . Patriarchy tries to hold her down, Emboldened she strikes it, Makes her voice heard, Because she likes

Her Eyes Misty and wet, a low fog hanging over a still pond in early hours of the morning Subdued, dew drops on a black rose dim light playing on the back of a dark jewel Hazy, lazy orbs traveling in vast

There are two set people who can destroy you in this life, the first are your friends, and the second; your enemies. I always knew Uche would be the downfall of me. He is the most undependable person I

Maybe this article will be read by people. Maybe not. This is my first writing that has a theme from the outside. Cigarettes in the community. Hmm, I'm so close to cigarettes, since my father quit smoking,

A Belated Garden She liked it when I brushed my hand gently down her back, my hands soft at first, then more and more calloused with the years of tending to the little house and the garden; years of pounding

A short story by Guy T. Martland It was one of those days in early autumn, when the world is still clinging onto the vestiges of summer. A few moments ago, it wouldn’t have been possible to sit outside,

I've hosted three writing contests at Steemit with $20 SBD first prize and $5 runner-up awards and $2 steem shelves. And now, for something completely different.... The Isle of Write is on the lookout