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I need to begin this post with an apology for the tardiness of both the announcement and prize awards. Unfortunately, my life outside of Steemit required quite a bit of my time last week, so virtually

The seventh Rhapsodist Writing Contest is set to close at 11:59 PM today with a prize of 10 SBDs awarded to the winner and a 5 SBD prize to the runner-up. Please complete and post your entry and please

Dear All, To those who has read my first entry into this contest Week 6, this is the continuation of the same story but in accordance to the theme of the challenge. I grabbed the key, still slightly dazed

My first love, sportive handsome boy with a bright kind soul, playing guitar and singing like an angel. I loved him so much! We got married and left for the best city of the best country. We were both

Locked up in my own world, isolated from the rest of the wolrd and I wonder... What a life! Goals and visions, adorable gems within my reach but behind closed doors, and I dared not turn the handle swinging

I was (actually) born Friday the 13th, January, 1995. My life changed in a startlingly huge way, when my anatomy class group was assigned our endocrine organ which we were to present on: the Pineal Gland.

I'd like to thank everyone who participated in this writing challenge and supported it through promotion, upvotes, and resteems. Thank you for working with me to help bring back fiction to the Steemit

12 years ago my friend and I were carried away by a young Moscow actor. But I liked him more. So he invited me to go with him to Moscow. He promised to even try to get a role for me in the theater. But

Rhapsodist Writing Contest #7 – The Dust Cover Autobiography of a Life Not Lived The seventh challenge of the Rhapsodist Writing Contest is to write the dust cover autobiography of the life you were not

I know that I sleep amusingly, putting my arm out with the open palm. If my 16-year-old son wakes up earlier than me, he has fun, putting something on my palm. This humorist laughs cheerfully when I wake

When I woke up, I was on the ground and my joints were stiff. I could not move my right hand. Still lying down, I poked at my numb hand with the other one (which seemed to work) and I realized that I did

The sixth Rhapsodist Writing Contest is set to close at 11:59 PM today with a prize of 10 SBDs awarded to the winner and a 5 SBD prize to the runner-up. Please complete and post your entry and please do

Some soft whisper woke me up, the most comforting one I had in days. The dream was beautiful almost ethereal, almost unreal. I tilted my head to the side, lazily lifted my eyelid still mesmerised by the

I wake up cold and damp, for reasons unknown to me. Clinging desperatly to this golden key, it has some sort of gem in the center though I am not sure of the type. Still wearing my cloths from last night.

Neither did I seek it, nor consciously receive it, only to wake up in the morning… Right there in my arms I find it clinging and I hold it close to my heart, a great sense of security overwhelmed me but

I'd like to thank everyone who participated in this writing challenge and supported it through promotion, upvotes, and resteems. Thank you for working with me to help bring back fiction to the Steemit

After surviving another exhausting day at work, I deliberately skipped dinner and headed to bed. This is probably the best part of being single, I get to do whatever I want to do. I am renting a slightly

Vehicles honking. Motorbikes cruising by. Those were the first sounds I heard when I opened my eyes. The sunlight streaming in from the window is blinding. Blinking my eyes to adjust to the brightness,

It was a cold dampd morning in september. The clouds where lifting up slowly and some birds where chirping oudside. I woke up not remembering anything from the night. A cold old iron key in my left hand

Rhapsodist Writing Contest #6 – The Key The sixth challenge of the Rhapsodist Writing Contest is to write a piece about waking one morning gripping a mysterious key in your hand tightly. How did you get