Thank you to all those who participated for their wonderful stories. Also, a big thanks to our enthusiastic readers and voters :)
The grand winner of our 55-word contest is….[DRUMROLL]…. Shemali (theshadowseeker)! *applause*
Aaaand, in second place we have Pubudu Sachithanandan (@atticus900)! *applause*
Here are the winning entries once again.
From Shemali (theshadowseeker):
A drop of sweat falls to the ground as he digs. Just a bit more. Thud. The sound of the shovel against the coffin. Well sealed, but he was used to this, the smell too. A week old maybe? Yes! His sources had been right. Mouth pried open, the false teeth with roots of gold.
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| Author and his cousin eating sausages stuck on twigs and cooked in a fireplace in Hatton (Author has permission to use this photo.) |
There’s old gold in them thar hills.
Under the tea bushes of Hatton
where I played as a boy.
On guava trees where we made tree houses.
In the smoky crackle of bonfire twigs.
The dull gleam of memories
half-hidden now
by a man’s burden
of mortgages, obligations, fears
and the velvet dust of years.
Note: We will be back with a new word tomorrow. Stay tuned!
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