Rhapsodist Writing Contest #7 - The Dust Cover Autobiography of a Life Not Lived (WINNER)
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
Rhapsodist Writing Contest #7 – The Dust Cover Autobiography of a Life Not Lived (LAST CALL CONTEST CLOSE 11:59 PM UTC)
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
Rhapsodist Writing Contest # 7. My beloved ones
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
Rhapsodist Writing Contest #7 – The Dust Cover Autobiography of a Life Not Lived(Memories-My entry)
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
👁💥👁 The Dust Cover Autobiography of a Life Not Lived, by @amvanaken (@lpfaust’s Rhapsodist Writing Contest #7)
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.
Rhapsodist Writing Contest #7 - After the crossroads
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
Questions and keys #rhapsodist
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
#rhapsodist The Key by ZoeF
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