{The Contest}
I've got all these points, so I'm asking you to get inspired by one of the following prompts and make it your own. Use one anywhere in your story, and add anything and everything you want. The goal here is to make it entertaining, relatable, and influenced by you. (P.S-I love detail as you've probably gathered by this pic of some random French bedroom. So rich in it's texture and colors...it feels like it's got a story to tell.)
{The Rules}
-Proper grammar/english/structure.
-Use 1 of the following prompts somewhere in your story.
-Quote someone in your Authors Notes. It can be something you said, one of your characters said, something your friend said, or something you heard on tv. Please use quotation marks.
-I don't know how you could, but please, no poetry.
-No length limit. I've got minutes, hours, and days. Yes, I dare you.
{The Prompts}
1) He stood there before us in the morning light of the living room, shaking in his clothes. He was wearing that shirt he loved, the threadbare one he wouldn't get rid of. His face cringed with each word, and his breath came in short gasps like he might faint at any moment.
2) My stomach knotted up with anticipation as I gripped the plastic phone to my ear. I could hear the excited staccato of her words at the other end, high and frantic. She paused mid-sentence, and the words froze in my throat.
3) This isn't who I want to be. The situation is all wrong, and I have no idea how I got myself into this to begin with. The night is warm, almost suffocatingly so, and I feel a hand slide into my back pocket. I turn towards the sudden movement and I'm met with a surprised, and questioning expression.
4) What do you mean he didn't know? I never meant to be assuming, but I thought it was pretty obvious to all of us. How could you have let me say all of those things? I know we don't get to talk that often, but he's still around, you know. He still looks at me with that look, and those pleading eyes.
5) Her hair was shorter, now, and she smiled at me from the warmth of that room. It smelled like wood, candles, and nature, and I wished I could stay. She pressed her lips together and nodded a little in acknowledgment. It felt like nothing between us had changed.
I've got all these points, so I'm asking you to get inspired by one of the following prompts and make it your own. Use one anywhere in your story, and add anything and everything you want. The goal here is to make it entertaining, relatable, and influenced by you. (P.S-I love detail as you've probably gathered by this pic of some random French bedroom. So rich in it's texture and colors...it feels like it's got a story to tell.)
{The Rules}
-Proper grammar/english/structure.
-Use 1 of the following prompts somewhere in your story.
-Quote someone in your Authors Notes. It can be something you said, one of your characters said, something your friend said, or something you heard on tv. Please use quotation marks.
-I don't know how you could, but please, no poetry.
-No length limit. I've got minutes, hours, and days. Yes, I dare you.
{The Prompts}
1) He stood there before us in the morning light of the living room, shaking in his clothes. He was wearing that shirt he loved, the threadbare one he wouldn't get rid of. His face cringed with each word, and his breath came in short gasps like he might faint at any moment.
2) My stomach knotted up with anticipation as I gripped the plastic phone to my ear. I could hear the excited staccato of her words at the other end, high and frantic. She paused mid-sentence, and the words froze in my throat.
3) This isn't who I want to be. The situation is all wrong, and I have no idea how I got myself into this to begin with. The night is warm, almost suffocatingly so, and I feel a hand slide into my back pocket. I turn towards the sudden movement and I'm met with a surprised, and questioning expression.
4) What do you mean he didn't know? I never meant to be assuming, but I thought it was pretty obvious to all of us. How could you have let me say all of those things? I know we don't get to talk that often, but he's still around, you know. He still looks at me with that look, and those pleading eyes.
5) Her hair was shorter, now, and she smiled at me from the warmth of that room. It smelled like wood, candles, and nature, and I wished I could stay. She pressed her lips together and nodded a little in acknowledgment. It felt like nothing between us had changed.
Contest is Over
- Contest was judged on May 27, 2008
- Rewards: Gold: 300, Silver: 150, Bronze: 75
- Final notes: Congrats winners! Thanks for getting inspired to write for my contest, and I look forward to reading more of your works!
Contest Winners
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by Taylor Renee 1100 words, 12 comments, on Jul 17 11:01 AM 2008. In Contest, Love, Other, Taylor, Young adult
Silver trophy winner
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Entering!
Using the first prompt, if it has to be reserved or something. -
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Awesome! Nope, no reservations are necessary. Write, enter, and read how others have perhaps used the same prompt.
Have fun & good luck!
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Geez. I had something all written out for this, and my computer crashed and lost it. :[ If I have time I'll rewrite it.
Oh man!
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I sooo want to enter. i even have a story but I can't seem to focus at the moment.
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Can you find some time to focus in the next three days, or how long do you need?
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I've a free day tomorrow so I'll get on it then.
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This is an amazing contest.
I'm hoping to be back...With an entry
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Thanks! I hope you'll be back and look forward to reading!
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Thank you for inspiring me! :]
You are officially amazing.
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Thanks so much, Tay, for the silver!
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