Lascaus Flash had a September writing contest that I entered. I had a great time and received some nice feedback.
A special thank you goes out to Nathan Bransford for making me aware of the contest.
This was my entry:
Death of a Dream
As before, with thoughts of grandeur reverberating in my mind, I allow myself to be drawn into yet another adventure, one I know nothing of.
Weeks pass, I’m getting the hang of this! Months pass, I’m confused but plod on. Years later my enthusiasm wanes, but not to the point of giving up.
Then it happens. Anyone who knows me well has seen this coming since the day I embarked on such an undertaking.
A loud bang fills my ears. I close my eyes tight against the searing pain. Tears stream freely as I fight the blinding light. How can this be? My eyes are closed, darkness should prevail. But it doesn’t.
My vision returns, not of my eye sight but of my aspirations. There’s still time! My dream is within reach. I simply need to grasp on.
A guttural roar expels from my throat as I attempt to catch up. I stumble, but any pain is lost to adrenaline.
“What have I done?” I cry out to no one.
I’ve done nothing to capture my desire. I have merely convinced myself that I have worked hard for it. But it’s a lie, and now I have no option but to admit to myself that I have failed…again.
I hold my breath against the deep pain in my chest as the dream shatters. Another opportunity lost to fear.