Wednesday, November 12, 2008

The Seven Line Competion by Opium Magazine

Here was my entry. I never heard from them, guess I didn't win.

Desert Break Down
By Annemarie Bogart

He trudges feebly through the hot desert sun wishing for a drop of water, a wide-brimmed hat and some sunscreen. His mouth is so parched, he contemplates licking the old car grease from his forearms. Ahead he sees what appears to be a brick structure, though he is unable to judge how much further he must go to reach it. A strength begins to pump through his blood, it powers his body and mind to forge forward. His mind in reeling with a sudden sense of salvation as he eyes the structure ahead. It is then that he feels a sudden sharp piercing pain in his right ankle. He drops with a defeated cry, the scorpion's poison burns away all the hope that had incurred.

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