To them, I’m always this bastard–a brand of shame I came to know by the spiteful words whispered on every corner of the street. That’s all they see. Maybe tonight, they’ll learn.


This post was made in response to Trifecta Writing Challenge where writers are challenged to use a given word in an entry. This week’s word is BRAND (noun) which could mean any of the following (at least for the purpose of this challenge):

a (1) : a mark made by burning with a hot iron to attest manufacture or quality or to designate ownership
(2) : a printed mark made for similar purposes : trademark
b (1) : a mark put on criminals with a hot iron
(2) : a mark of disgrace : stigma

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