Hi this is my 2nd contest at SW and I hope you like it! I have tried to do something a little different and I have used a pretty serious topic - Drugs.
For this contest I have pre-written an opening paragraph and an ending paragraph. You must use these to open and end your story. Your job is to create the story - fill the gap between these paragraphs. Interpret them as your own, create the characters and their lives.
There is no word limit but please don't go crazy unless it's really great writing! Please use spellcheck and write to the best of your ability. Take the character on whatever journey you want, just stick to the basic idea of the prompt.
Have fun, I hope you enjoy this contest and I look forward to reading your entries!
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OPENING PARAGRAPH
There she was, lying on the sofa again. Her eyes closed, looking so peaceful, yet every time I saw her this way fear would rush through me. I would wonder if she was asleep or if this time she was actually dead. I ran over to her as I do every time I see her this way and shake her body, shouting "wake up, wake up" over and over until she finally stirs. Her eyes are bloodshot and I'm not even sure if they are focusing on me, but I'm just relieved that she is still alive. Pieces of burnt tin foil litter the floor and I know she has used again today. She no longer says sorry for me finding her like this, she no longer pleads forgiveness from me or claims she will change.
This woman I am talking about is my mother. My mother, the drug addict.
ENDING PARAGRAPH
Who knew my life would end up like this? People must always have had their own idea's and preconceptions of how my life would turn out. Some must have looked at me and thought I would hate my mother so much for what she put me through that I would have done everything and anything in my power to ensure I did not turn out like her. Others probably had me labelled a junkie just like her from the day I was born. Have I proved any of them wrong? Should I even care what anyone else thinks? Deep down, no matter what anyone thinks or says about her, I love her. She is my mother. She's the only one I will ever have.
I only hope she is proud of me.
For this contest I have pre-written an opening paragraph and an ending paragraph. You must use these to open and end your story. Your job is to create the story - fill the gap between these paragraphs. Interpret them as your own, create the characters and their lives.
There is no word limit but please don't go crazy unless it's really great writing! Please use spellcheck and write to the best of your ability. Take the character on whatever journey you want, just stick to the basic idea of the prompt.
Have fun, I hope you enjoy this contest and I look forward to reading your entries!
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OPENING PARAGRAPH
There she was, lying on the sofa again. Her eyes closed, looking so peaceful, yet every time I saw her this way fear would rush through me. I would wonder if she was asleep or if this time she was actually dead. I ran over to her as I do every time I see her this way and shake her body, shouting "wake up, wake up" over and over until she finally stirs. Her eyes are bloodshot and I'm not even sure if they are focusing on me, but I'm just relieved that she is still alive. Pieces of burnt tin foil litter the floor and I know she has used again today. She no longer says sorry for me finding her like this, she no longer pleads forgiveness from me or claims she will change.
This woman I am talking about is my mother. My mother, the drug addict.
ENDING PARAGRAPH
Who knew my life would end up like this? People must always have had their own idea's and preconceptions of how my life would turn out. Some must have looked at me and thought I would hate my mother so much for what she put me through that I would have done everything and anything in my power to ensure I did not turn out like her. Others probably had me labelled a junkie just like her from the day I was born. Have I proved any of them wrong? Should I even care what anyone else thinks? Deep down, no matter what anyone thinks or says about her, I love her. She is my mother. She's the only one I will ever have.
I only hope she is proud of me.
Contest is Over
- Contest was judged on June 5, 2008
- Rewards: Gold: 275, Silver: 150, Bronze: 75, Honorable mention: 4 people
- Final notes: Thanks to you all for entering, I wish there had been more entries but I guess it wasn't everyone's kind of story. The 3 who won trophies all did a great job of taking a serious subject's opening and closing paragraph and filled the gap to create brilliant stories of their own, that I really enjoyed reading. I found it really hard to judge as I like all 3 finalists stories a lot. But the gold winner's story just jumped out at me that little bit more because of the twist at the end. Thanks to all of you again for entering! Well done!
- To judge this contest, you need to have at least as many finalists as you have rewards. You have 4 awards but only 3 finalists.
Contest Winners
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There she was, lying on the sofa again. Her eyes closed, looking so peaceful, yet every time I saw her this way fear would rush through me. I would wonder if she was asleep or if this time she wa• Commented on by judge. [remove]
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It was hard, and sometimes I just wanted to give up. But, in the end it was all worth it.• Commented on by judge. [remove]
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Entries [4]
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Dumont loved,and he promised to marry me if I gave him a child.When I was desperate for medication when my baby was sick I became a prostitute.I came across this man said that he will help me make more money.He called meby Writer08 200 words, 2 comments, on May 28 12:56 PM 2008• Commented on by judge.
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