For those who are damned… a writing contest!

Contest time! I’ve been away for a while, but I can’t in the true spirit of Fall and Halloween, let any more time escape. I love hearing from writers and I love helping writers stay inspired. I’m posting this story to kick off my new writing contest on a subject we all know and love/hate. Cursed Love. Enjoy the story and sign up for contest details below!

Damn his love. I’m not talking about any ordinary, run-of-the-mill love. Nor, I am referring to any definition of love found in books written by well-educated men with capital letters following their names.

The kind of love I’m referring to is insane by its nature and is a true contradiction in words. To be honest, it isn’t really love but the reverse of love. You hate yourself and hate this feeling so much that it returns full circle, an animalistic deep yearning that can only be soothed by its master.

This love, or whatever you want to call it, if you were unlucky enough to have possessed it, is the kind of love that brands your soul with a red-hot iron as a testimony of its existence. And once you’ve learned to treasury this agonizing pain, then it’s ripped from your grasp leaving you feeling lower than any addiction. To add to this misery, there is no rehab and time will show no sympathy in healing your wounds.

I know there are non-believers questioning its existence, consider yourself blessed for your ignorance. Have comfort in this blissfulness and never stop walking by faith.

Now for those who are damned due to this Insane Love and are still trying to mingle in the world as if you are normal and are longing to unearth the devil that seduced you, this message is totally for you.

If you seek, then you will find… and you will know him by the gleam in his eyes that catches you off-guard, and by the fragrance of an expensive cigar that lingers long after he has left. It will be found in the gentle touch from a handshake that demands your full attention and causes your pupils to dilate immediately. It’s the foreboding you seek. There is no darkness around, but you know the darkness is coming. The chill in the air says you will soon be covered in his blackness and you can’t wait.

You will know him by those brief intimate moments when there’s only the two of you in a room, yet it is filled with people and time stands still. Those precious seconds won’t be measured by a human clock, but by an enchanted clock that measures eternity.

Yes, all of these things will signify your devil’s presence, but the true telltale sign will be when he calls your name. His voice causes a warm thunder to rumble through your entire body, increasing your heart rate, and causing a cold sweat to spread across your brow. Every sane thought is gone and any purpose you had belongs to him.

What’s left of the angel within you falls to her knees begging for mercy and leaves you yearning for more. And the sad disgusting truth, he’s only spoken one word. Because when the devil calls your name, it’s like no one else has ever said your name before.

No, not like this, and no one earthly will ever call your name the way he does.


CURSED LOVE WRITING CONTEST

This contest is designed for writers and readers who enjoy a good old-fashioned cursed love story – a type of love, that no matter how hard the heroine or hero obsesses over their love it will not be returned, and if it is returned, it comes back demented or cursed.

This contest begins very soon. Sign up here to be notified!

About shondabrock

I'm a southern in my heart and a northern in my soul. I've had a few bad wines, but for the most part I've enjoyed enough good wines that it makes up for the few bad bottles. I enjoy writing, but more than writing itself, I love telling a good story, taking my reader off on an adventure starting with "What If"…. I'm a sucker for the Paranormal Romance genre. To me, its nice to be released from "What Is Expected" and believe for 250 pages in "What If's". Its like a vacation with out passports, waiting in line and an expensive credit card bill when you return home. An additional note: I've started another blog page for Home Care. I know the two are unrelated, but in my world they are. My paying job is 100% dedicated to Home Care and educating families on their new journey. One of my favorite quotes, I leave with all of my clients. "One's destination is never a place, but a new way of seeing things." - by Henry Miller Please Enjoy, but more importantly Stay Inspired…
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