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50th Follower Contest Winners
First off, big thanks to everyone who participated. There were so many great stories here; I’m very impressed. The winners will be announced at the end of the post, but first, let me familiarize you with the entries and finally reveal these talented authors!
#1 – Different
By Allegra D. @ http://herestous.wordpress.com
A girl was walking down the street wearing Edwardian boots and a sundress. I watched her from outside the convenience store, watched her hair flow down her back. She looked straight at me. Her form had an edge to it that was sharper than what I was used to. She was different from me—I became frightened. I turned and passed through the brick wall to get away.
#2 – The First Battle
By Nadina Boun @ http://nadinaboun.wordpress.com
From the deep underground the dark angels soared wailing out in the open, threatening. Came the angels from above with their loud trumpets, singing. On the verge of heaven and hell they met and exchanged glances and in their heart they knew the battle has begun. A light shone in the distance blinding both parties as they retreated to their initial hiding again. I am the alpha and the omega, it said, only by my command will you fight. Peace fell back on earth by now lacking all the serenity of existence until the light would come again.
#3 – The House
By Stormi Johnson @ http://writesthoughts.blogspot.com/
Sam moved into his new house today. He thought it would be a good start for him, but the house had a different thought. This house was evil and wanted Sam out. Sam could fill the evil presence in the house but had no clue what to do. The longer Sam was in the house the more he became like the house until it possessed him. The house liked murder, and so Sam killed.
#4 – Living the Dream
Jean Vogler @ http://gibbee.blogspot.com/
The house is dark except for the one lone light bulb exactly over my head, piercing my solitude like an interrogator. In the kitchen, the refrigerator bumps and clangs as new ice drops into the ice box. I listen to a man at the back of the house gag and spit while he attempts to extract tonsilliths from his throat. I grimace. This is the life I chose. But as I sit here indifferent, dispassionate, something inside me desperately wants to run.
#5 – Morning Rays
By Karen Malena @ http://karenmalena.blogspot.com/
On a gnarled, oak bench, underneath a fragrant pine, sits my father, worn, leather prayer book open on his lap. Jewel-colored hummingbirds dart to and fro suckling sweet nectar, when one flies near to whisper in my father’s ear. Sunlight filters through the branches on this lazy morning. He stands, stretching out the body, now bent from age, as his face turns upward letting the first rays of warmth course through him. “Thank you, Father,” he says. It will be a good day.
#6 – In The Shape of Shep
By Eileen Gansfor @ http://www.eileengranfors.blogspot.com/
Behind the barn, Orville leans the rifle against the sagging wood, rinses all of Shep’s paws with the barn hose, and dries each paw with a rough rag. Orville’s heart releases like fingers stretching open from a closed fist. “A dog’s good for filling a grief-dug hole,” he says, his soft voice lifting. Shep wags his tail and races away. Orville follows him into the warm house where Muriel weeps in her black dress.
#7 – No Stone Unturned
By Angel Zapata @ http://arageofangel.blogspot.com/
The old witch had advised him to add no more than five drops of blood per head. Jackie knew his three buddies would be too chicken to volunteer, so he drugged their beers. Their heads were the only things sticking out of the holes he’d dug in the backyard. He shaved off all their hair while they slept, popped open the vial, and dripped the recommended dosage on each bare scalp. Within moments, long, green, speckled snakes emerged from stimulated follicles and locked eyes with Jackie. This really is Medusa’s blood, was his last conscious thought before transforming to stone.
#8 – It’s A Joke, Right?
David Hoof @ http://www.littlegods.net/
“Guy walks into a bar after a thermonuclear war,” Sam says, then picks up his beer and looks across to Gus for a reaction.
Gus puts down his own mug, swallows and asks, “So what’s the punch line?”
Sam blinks, then turns away. “That’s it.”
Gus scowls, then starts mouthing the joke out loud, thinking hard. Suddenly it hits him. After a thermonuclear war, there is no guy and there is no bar because there’s no nothing else either. So he looks back at Sam and says, “Not funny.”
Sam is looking at himself in the mirror as he admits, “Not as little as a word. So next time you walk into a bar, stop looking so goddamn lonely.”
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And the winners are……
Congrats you two and everyone else, thanks for participating! If you entered, please remember to honor your commitment and follow the two winners’ awesome blogs! That was such a fun contest; I’m glad to do it. Funny, I’m up to 64 followers now.
Good night everyone.
50th Follower Contest – Voting Stage
(If you don’t remember anything about my 50th follower contest, please read this post)
And the entering stage of my 50th follower contest is now closed! Phew. We have a lot of great stories here, all of which are very deserving. I really encourage you all to vote on your favorites! Note: I’m keeping the anonymity for a reason (I don’t want any cheating). Don’t worry, I will reveal the authors and their blog links when the contest voting ends on November 22nd so you can read more about the authors behind your favorite stories. Let me just set the basic guidelines for voting before we begin:
- Everyone may only vote for TWO stories. I’m sorry, you’re going to have to choose.
- Authors, you may vote for your own story if you like, but only once. You MUST vote for someone else’s story in addition to your own. Authors, you may also encourage people to vote but please don’t spoil the anonymity by saying which story is yours.
- Voters, remember that these stories are supposed to be six sentences, so don’t judge them by length.
- I’m also hiding the results to the public because I don’t want any hard feelings (and I also like the element of surprise). I promise that I will NOT EVER rig the vote. As I said before, I like the element of surprise.
- Remember, these stories are in no particular order.
And finally, please, please, PLEASE vote on your favorite stories and even link to it on your blog or any social media if you feel so inclined as well. Thanks everyone and let the voting begin!
#1 – Different
A girl was walking down the street wearing Edwardian boots and a sundress. I watched her from outside the convenience store, watched her hair flow down her back. She looked straight at me. Her form had an edge to it that was sharper than what I was used to. She was different from me—I became frightened. I turned and passed through the brick wall to get away.
#2 – The First Battle
From the deep underground the dark angels soared wailing out in the open, threatening. Came the angels from above with their loud trumpets, singing. On the verge of heaven and hell they met and exchanged glances and in their heart they knew the battle has begun. A light shone in the distance blinding both parties as they retreated to their initial hiding again. I am the alpha and the omega, it said, only by my command will you fight. Peace fell back on earth by now lacking all the serenity of existence until the light would come again.
#3 – The House
Sam moved into his new house today. He thought it would be a good start for him, but the house had a different thought. This house was evil and wanted Sam out. Sam could fill the evil presence in the house but had no clue what to do. The longer Sam was in the house the more he became like the house until it possessed him. The house liked murder, and so Sam killed.
#4 – Living the Dream
The house is dark except for the one lone light bulb exactly over my head, piercing my solitude like an interrogator. In the kitchen, the refrigerator bumps and clangs as new ice drops into the ice box. I listen to a man at the back of the house gag and spit while he attempts to extract tonsilliths from his throat. I grimace. This is the life I chose. But as I sit here indifferent, dispassionate, something inside me desperately wants to run.
#5 – Morning Rays
On a gnarled, oak bench, underneath a fragrant pine, sits my father, worn, leather prayer book open on his lap. Jewel-colored hummingbirds dart to and fro suckling sweet nectar, when one flies near to whisper in my father’s ear. Sunlight filters through the branches on this lazy morning. He stands, stretching out the body, now bent from age, as his face turns upward letting the first rays of warmth course through him. “Thank you, Father,” he says. It will be a good day.
#6 – In The Shape of Shep
Behind the barn, Orville leans the rifle against the sagging wood, rinses all of Shep’s paws with the barn hose, and dries each paw with a rough rag. Orville’s heart releases like fingers stretching open from a closed fist. “A dog’s good for filling a grief-dug hole,” he says, his soft voice lifting. Shep wags his tail and races away. Orville follows him into the warm house where Muriel weeps in her black dress.
#7 - No Stone Unturned
The old witch had advised him to add no more than five drops of blood per head. Jackie knew his three buddies would be too chicken to volunteer, so he drugged their beers. Their heads were the only things sticking out of the holes he’d dug in the backyard. He shaved off all their hair while they slept, popped open the vial, and dripped the recommended dosage on each bare scalp. Within moments, long, green, speckled snakes emerged from stimulated follicles and locked eyes with Jackie. This really is Medusa’s blood, was his last conscious thought before transforming to stone.
#8 – It’s A Joke, Right?
“Guy walks into a bar after a thermonuclear war,” Sam says, then picks up his beer and looks across to Gus for a reaction.
Gus puts down his own mug, swallows and asks, “So what’s the punch line?”
Sam blinks, then turns away. “That’s it.”
Gus scowls, then starts mouthing the joke out loud, thinking hard. Suddenly it hits him. After a thermonuclear war, there is no guy and there is no bar because there’s no nothing else either. So he looks back at Sam and says, “Not funny.”
Sam is looking at himself in the mirror as he admits, “Not as little as a word. So next time you walk into a bar, stop looking so goddamn lonely.”
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