BET YOU ALL HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS FOR QUITE A WHILE.
So have I.
The winner would receive a lot of home-made gifs.
I am happy to announce that I got several entries, and while I am unfortunately unable to give out silver and bronze prizes to the runners-up, I shall be posting all the stories on my blog in the near future - and each story gets it's own individual post. That's my way of saying thank you to the contestants ;D They all deserve to be shared!
First of all, I'd like to THANK JULIA RYAN for being such a brilliant and inspring poet, and for allowing me to post her compositions on my blog as I share teh stories. You all should check out her blogs - she's such a beautiful inspiring human <3
AND NOW WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, OUR WINNER IS ...
ZANE JONES. (pls go check out her amazing blog right here)
The inspiring poem:
P A I N I N L I F E
he was just a boy
but his father shoved him
into being
a man
the pace of the maturity
mixed between the yearning for love
stifled any and every
relationship he had
he tried to shrink back
hide in the shadows
look tough
to be tough
blocking out feelings wasn't enough
they had to disappear
he had to forget them
he didn't want to smile
just in case his armor
would crack
but the boy
who was forced to be a man
did smile
the armor did break
and that's when the true
him
sparkled through
but quickly
it would vanish
because i think
he was afraid
of being
hurt
yet again
The story:
I had a son once.
I had a dad once.
He was the best kid growing up.
He was never kind to me.
I drove him away.
I finally ran away.
He was only seventeen.
I was seventeen.
It was all my fault.
It was the right decision.
I loved him.
He hated me.
I never told him that.
When I was a kid, I wanted him to love me.
I wish I would have done things differently.
But it doesn't matter now.
He grew up too fast.
I learned to be tough.
I forced him to be a man.
At least I'm not a fool anymore.
He never got to be a boy.
I learned to hide my feelings -
After my wife died everything changed.
and I grieved on my own when my mom died.
I was so caught up in my own feelings I forgot his.
I don't want to be hurt again.
I miss her almost as much as I miss him.
I miss my mom still, but I try to forget about my dad.
All my riches mean nothing now.
I've hidden myself where he'll never find me.
Maybe, someday, things will be different.
Sometimes I wish things could have been different between
us.
But right now they're not.
But they weren't.
And it was my
And it was his
fault.
It was a cold night. Two men walked the street alone, heads
down. One of them was old and haggard, dressed in a business suit and warm
overcoat. The other, a young man, wore ratty jeans and a long-sleeved t-shirt,
and looked like he hadn't shaved for a few days.
They looked up at each other at the same moment.
"Dad," said the young one.
"Henry," said the old one.
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And I just want to say thank you to all of you who participated in my contest and linked to it on your blogs and all of you who will be reading - you mean so much to me and to the life of Inkwell XD
S T A Y T U N E D F O R M O R E S T O R I E S ;D
S P E A K U P , M Y D U D E S -
B R I N G A L L Y O U R C O M M E N T S
O N T H I S A R T B Y Z A N E A N D JU.
till next week.
xxxx
lisa
