Date:         Sun, 23 Nov 1997 06:47:36 +0100
From: An-tAthair-Siorai Press Gp <litterateur@T-ONLINE.DE>
Subject:      SUB: CONTEST: Vision

Vision

All at once, in a rumbling, apocalyptic fire, in the same sense cleansing and
in the last breath awakening, the vision came.  Red, embracing and electric,
it captured and astounded her all at once.  This fire.  She once called it
God.  She was now cursing it as Devil.  She d found clarity.  Or had it found
her?  She raised the weak hand forward, her lips moist with anticipation.

Her arms felt heavy, the burden was almost unbearable, until the flames
swept across her body.  In her throat, the rock rested still.  Her arms heavy
as she reached   and she felt peace.



NOTES:

Criticisms on this Contest Entry are welcome, to the list.

Entries for the contest will close on 30 November 1997.

Voting will take place until 10 December 1997.

Copyright remains with the author, the details of whom
are held by Adam An-tAthair-Siorai.

Entries must be made to: litterateur@t-online.de
not to the list.

Adam An-tAthair-Siorai
An-tAthair-Siorai Press Group
litterateur@t-online.de
Kirch Strasse 17, D-27318 Hoya, Germany