"I just carved a heart into my arm.
I just sliced my own skin
I just did something I've done a million times before
So why do I feel so numb?"
"A man with problems wanders the streets. At the end of the street he sees the bright lights of a homeless shelter. A neon sign attracts his attention - Homeless welcome, sinners welcome, ALL welcome. Come inside and choose your fate. Underneath the sign a group of vagrants stand around eating pies supplied by the shelter. They look content, they look wanted. The man looks on as a woman walks among them. She notices him and gestures for him to come over. He wants this help, he needs this comfort."
"OK, this is my first draft entry for a competition I'm entering. I have to submit a story on any subject or theme as long as it's under 750 words. If there's any way I can improve this tale, please let me know.
If I win, you will be repaid."
"A short story of a young woman's journey as "They" slowly drive her insane."
"This is just a prologue to my first (and hopefully not last) novel about a girl called Eva who makes some startling discoveries surrounding her conscious and unconscious lives."
"Literary angst is better than physical angst."
"I suppose this is just how i felt one day and i just let my hand write it all out. its quite sad really. its more poetry than story."
