Overwhelmingly Underwhelmed-Nicole Lyons/The Lithium Chronicles

Overwhelmed is for Wednesdays,

between day old bread and another

payment arrangement.

She drops it into cracked glass

where it sinks and stays

contained and safe to study,

like a strange or elusive bird

she has been meaning to watch.

Oh, look at you pretty birdie,

terrifying birdie; she’s caged you now.

And it flutters, wingless, in the bottom

of her grandmother’s before four o’clock

crystal that gives her permission to sigh

in acceptance as it cradles overwhelming

so beautifully, right before she throws it

back to meet the aftermath of underwhelmed,

and a Tuesday night blowjob.

[Nicole Lyons is creator of The Lithium Chronicles, as well as being an editor and writer for Sudden Denouement. As always, we are honored by her presence.]

Sudden Denouement/Secret First Draft Divergent Literature Writing Contest

Sudden Denouement Literary Collective and Secret First Draft are holding a joint Writing Contest in the month of March to elicit new writers for the Collective.

Writing Prompt: March Madness

Unpublished/Original work

Each entry should be more than 50 words but less than 500

Each writer may submit 1 to 3 (maximum) pieces of writing for consideration

Submissions will be accepted: 3/1/2017 through 3/31/2017

Full prize information to be announced soon!

1st Place Winner will be granted membership in the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective

2nd, 3rd and 4th Place Runners-ups will be granted membership in the Secret First Draft Collective.

Send your submissions with your name, your pen name (if applicable), the address for your blog and a short biography (1 to 3 sentences to): Suddendenouement@gmail.com

The Sudden Denouement Literary Collective and its sister sites Secret First Draft and The Whisper and The Roar are forums for divergent literature that we hope excite and challenge you.

The top three posts will be published on Sudden Denouement and the top five posts will be published on Secret First Draft.

Finalists will be contacted by Sudden Denouement no later than April 30, 2017.

Only Us

S.K. Nicholas

S. K. Nicholas


We are islands in a field where the only source of light comes from the moon. There are no buildings, no cars, only that lone rock above our heads that has witnessed everything yet never uttered so much as a word in return. Kissing your lips and then the wet bark of the tree closest to us, I remember a story my grandad told me as a child. It concerned a tree in acemetery somewhere in St Albans, and how if you managed to run around it twelve times before the bells stopped chiming the midnight hour, then a ghost would rise from the ground and shake your hand. Linking my fingers with yours and doing my best to run despite it being so slippery because of all the mud from the recent rain, you tell me that it won’t work because it’s only that particular tree in St Albans…

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Modern Man Don’t Stand No Chance-Mick Hugh/Mick’s Neon Fog

Mick Hugh- Mick’s Neon Fog

Mick's Neon Fog

I don’t know what brought me here, I’ve awoken from a nightmare 4 years in the making and find myself strangling with a JC Penny tie around my neck. I sit in bed in the early a.m. and I don’t look at you – I don’t look at the bed or the dusty typewriter on my desk, I stare at the wall until my brain turns numb. I won’t think of it; I won’t think of us or anything at all. Willingly brain-dead the morning routine before the commute down Route 80 – neurons shriveling, a brain matter withering into the mundane hum of the skull. I find myself at work with a tire-iron bashing the hood of my car. I don’t want a Keurig or all the clothes in your closet and I will go through life with a single pair of jeans. I’ve thrown in the trash every…

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Wherever You Go, I Will Follow-S.K. Nicholas/A Journal for Damned Lovers

S.K. Nicholas/A Journal for Damned Lovers

S. K. Nicholas


Out on the moors in the middle of the night, we dance with the ghosts of Heathcliffand Catherine, and when the wind blows just right, we hear the victims of Hindley and Brady having risen from their infant graves by the cries of our childish hearts. With their laughter ringing in our ears as we float above the sodden land, they are etherealand free, and even though they get so lonely, they smile in the knowledge that never again will they come to harm. Post-coitus, we lie on a blanket of heather with bellies full of wine and I tell you that wherever you go, I will follow, and as my lips meet yours as we drift to the icy waters of the North Sea, there is only us and us is all they’ll ever be. And yet there will always be part of me that wants to see you…

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Outer Space – David Lohrey

David Lohrey

Sudden Denouement Literary Collective


Outer Space – David Lohrey

Jason has disappeared from my vision.

Then there’s Michael.

Marian is gone, then mom and dad.

One by one they go.

Soon: no one.


I feel like the man on the moon.

The astronaut left to drift, holding

His severed umbilical card,

Disappearing, gasping, the earth at a distance.

I’m going, getting smaller and smaller.


I’m saying hello but no one can hear me.

Like Marilyn Monroe or Cher’s husband,

Sonny. Lost in space, the movie. It

Opens in September. Lost forever, the nightmare.

Stay tuned, 24/7.


I’ve arrived at the lost and found,

But I can’t remember what I came for.

Sign here.


There were once so many

I could name them but why bother?

Some leads, but mainly a chorus, a jubilee, not a party.

More like a camp fire without marsh mellows.

A cookout, without charcoal; a broken…

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Pathetic-Bishop Hermes

Bishop Hermes

Sudden Denouement Literary Collective

3addbe56f187b167312d99cea283cdc9Pathetic by Bishop Hermes

I thought he was long gone 
dead or departed i had almost forgotten
he’s been watching waiting 
for a misstep or stumble
he lies in wait with no sound nor mumble
he thrice tried to slay me 
probably more my souls a whore
he bid me with enticing schemes 
coerced me to believe foolish dreams
then crushed me with reality
I’ve sensed him lately
though i would not believe it
he’s been baiting me
awaiting a chance to trounce me
but i see him plainly now
the curtain is dropped the guise is spoiled
he’s gone now and i can see clearer
though he was never far
when i looked in the mirror

[Bishop Hermes is an exceptional poet/musician who came to Sudden Denouement with strong recommendation from Sperantia Zavala. We are excited to have him contributing and feel strongly about his poetic vision and look…

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