“Every river they came to was bridgeless, as if its name had been erased, as if the sky were starless, homes doorless.” -from The English Patient by Michael Ondaatje

Write something that captures that feeling of being nameless, without identity or place of belonging. / Write something that is lacking its usual characteristics (i.e. a market with nothing to sell).

Submit all prompt for publication consideration to: brenauelixir@gmail.com.

(Note: you must be a current student at Brenau University in order to submit; we do not accept pieces longer than 1,00 words; all writers retain their copyrights).

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