“I received my very FIRST 2 DONATION of love, and $80.00 TO GO”!

Welcome Recovery Friends, Seekers, and New Visitors,
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Fund me Fundraiser: http://www.gofundme.com/5zeqjo for friends and my supporters help make my Dreams a reality!
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I set this fundraiser up “Dream as a Writer & Advocacy Fund” so others may give to help me financially continue to write, blog, and author my next “Two Books.”  See, I have no income as I have been fighting for my SSI-Disability benefits I’ve worked very hard all my live, starting at 16, up to 6 years ago. I stilled worked in 2002 when I was first diagnosed with Bipolar disorder. But After my 2nd stay in a “Crisis Center” in 2006, I finally had to stop working due to “Not Only” my Bipolar disorder, but also from heart problems, a muscle disease, and side effects from all the meds I have to take.

Put it away

It’s past the time

for you to escape

the fear

the hoping

the wish

that it will change.

It won’t.

The drinking

The shouting

The hitting

The habit.

It’s routine.

Routines don’t change.

That dream

That picket fence

That reflection in your rosy shades

will never be reality.

The reflection behind your shades

will always be blue and black.

Walk away

Put away

that dream

and claim

life.

(DUE TO UNFORESEEN CIRCUMSTANCES THIS CHALLENGE HAS BEEN CANCELLED. ANY ONE THAT HAS SUBMITTED THEIR WORK THAT WOULD LIKE TO BE CONSIDERED FOR THE NEXT CHALLENGE, WILL BE EMAILED)

Hi everyone!!!

Welcome to the Mardi Gras Writer’s Challenge.

All information is listed below. If you have any questions, please feel free to email us at davidandadrianna@yahoo.com

Writing Prompts: 

And Why Beholdest Thou the Mote that is in thy Brother’s Eye:  An arid wind swept up a cloud of sand and the tiniest speck of silica lodged in the corner of his eye.  For a brief moment he saw with a previously unknown clarity, what must be done and how he must do it.

Hell Hath No Fury:  The bridge was too narrow to accommodate pedestrians, but Jim had to cross the river.  The setting sun blinded his vision and his iPod was screaming Layla by Derick and…