This is the first poem I have ever submitted for Brigit's Flame, and for good reason.  Normally my poetry sucks.  I don't feel like it speaks to me the same way literature does.  And, hell, this poem probably sucks, too.  But it holds a special place in my heart ( Read more... )

Brigit's Flame November week 4 entry 
Prompt: The End 
Title:  "Hail the Victor"
Wordcount:  498

There are still impressions in the carpet from the couch.  He steps around where it used to sit and drops into his recliner, one of the remaining pieces of furniture in the room that now seems much too big.  The coffee table is still there, but its matching ( Read more... )