Challenge
Challenge of the Month IV: February
The Villain. Some villains may be innately evil. Others may be the product of unfortunate circumstance. Still others may simply be misunderstood - heroes willing to do the unsavory, but ultimately necessary deed. Tell the tale of a villain. Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose. $100 purse to our favorite entry. Outstanding entries will be shared with our publishing partners.
November Came to Me.
Without warning
November came to me
in June.
The primrose newly budding in their sun warmed beds
always a welcome harbinger
now meaningless to me
from the deep, dark quiet of my bedroom above.
The stars when they appeared seemed meant for others
capable of such things as joy,
even simple recognition,
My November revealing them as distortions,
pinpoints of lights in the torn fabric of a distant
foreboding world.
November came for the best of me
to extinguish my light,
my laughter, my peace,
leaving behind flats of nothingness,
hours, days never to be regained,
as I groped blindly across them.
Or slept. Or stared.
The world became a place
where people spoke in another language,
not my own,
when November came to me
in June.
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