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Historical Fiction Winner
Call me a sucker for Shakespeare, but my choice for the best Historical Fiction entry is Lady Macbeth, by Linda Lowe.
Here it is again, in case you missed it:
Life had become so boring, so beige boring. Every day it was hound the maids, light the candles, greet the guests. Then along came prophecy! What’s not to believe about a witch, let alone three? Once again, my world oozed with possibility.
What came to pass? Life in red, gushing red. There was blood in the soup, blood in the stew, blood on the hands of my husband. I thought about the plagues in Egypt, the Pharaoh who knew about miracles turned against him. I thought about science. That what flows, surely ebbs? While the old king’s blood ran blue.
Congratulations Linda, and thanks to everyone who submitted stories to our first ever contest. In my book, you're all winners!
And if you want to read the other submissions, you can find them here.
Of special note, a lot of you submitted more than one story, and because I was only posting one story per day, I didn't want to have repeat submissions early in the month crowd out first-time submitters. I'll be posting those extra submissions in the coming weeks. Moving forward, I'll close submissions before I start posting.
I'll be announcing a new contest soon, but in the meantime, keep submitting stories!
Lady Macbeth
HISTORICAL FICTION ENTRY:
Life had become so boring, so beige boring. Every day it was hound the maids, light the candles, greet the guests. Then along came prophecy! What’s not to believe about a witch, let alone three? Once again, my world oozed with possibility.
What came to pass? Life in red, gushing red. There was blood in the soup, blood in the stew, blood on the hands of my husband. I thought about the plagues in Egypt, the Pharaoh who knew about miracles turned against him. I thought about science. That what flows, surely ebbs? While the old king’s blood ran blue.
From Guest Contributor Linda Lowe
Linda Lowe's poems and stories have appeared in Gone Lawn, Crack the Spine, What Rough Beast, New Verse News, Tiny Molecules and others.
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