Let's have as much fun with this contest as we can.
I want to see who can come up with the best beginning to start off our story. It only has to be a few lines, but really get's people thinking. Keep it PG. Become a follower, so I'll be able to contact the winner.(There's no contracts, fees, and I will not sell your information for profit.)Now just go for it!
Our fabulous guest judge Julie Carobini will pick the winner. May 3rd the winner will be announced where their beginning lines will be posted, giving us the chance to add on and keep the story going. (These get pretty funny, and sometimes real crazy.)
So go ahead and give it a chance!
See where your creativity leads you!
Rules:
* One entry per person.
* Maximum of three sentences to kick off a story. Post your entry as a comment in: NEW CONTEST Blog Post.( This post.)
* Must be PG rated. ( Anything vulgar, crude, or containing cussing will be disqualified.)
* Become a follower.
* The winner will be posted on the blog and receive a $25 dollar gift certificate for Amazon.com. Plus the title of AD-LIBBER of 2010.
* Deadline for posted entries is April 25, 2010 by midnight.
Standing on the front porch, she knew at that moment that her mom was right about him. She was always right. As she waited impatiently, her mind grew full of ideas about what he was doing.
ReplyDeleteRifle fire echoed behind Trey Hawkins, and a bullet ricocheted off a tree just to the right of him, sending shards of bark flying. He hunkered down and urged his horse to run faster. If he didn’t get away the posse, this time tomorrow he’d be a dead man, posed on morbid display for the whole town to see.
ReplyDeleteNothing was unordinary about Savannah Reed sneaking out at midnight to go clamming on low tide, but this night was no ordinary low tide. The sea grass lay flat as carpet and boats rested their bellies on the seabed. She scanned the sleeping cottages hugging the coast and knew in a few minutes they'd be demolished by a tidal wave.
ReplyDeleteRemember when you were a kid and you believed you were invincible; well I was. Three falls out of trees, one attack of a german shepherd and being run over by a bicycle earned me the superhero award in my neighborhood. I was glad none of those kids were around now--it looked like my invincibility was about to come to an end.
ReplyDeleteTwo sisters, two different outlooks on life. Once wanted to move out and get a career. The other listened to momma, and stayed home. The mounting tension was ready to disintegrate their adult relationship. Revenge was in the heart of the one still at home.
ReplyDeleteIt was the hottest day in July when the body of five-year-old Kara Puckett was found behind the barn at Old Man Smitty's. She had been missing for six days. Her bicycle was thrown a few feet down the hill away from her, the basket smashed to pieces.
ReplyDelete"Are you listening to me, Boy?", drawled the man whose steely blue eyes mirrored his own. "Yes Sir, I'm listening.", Carter retorted but in his heart he already stopped listening and started planning his escape, away from everyone and everything he couldn't call home.
ReplyDeleteFather's temper flared. With a sweep of his arm, the dishes fell to the floor. As she picked up the glass pieces, mother's eyes filled with tears. Hattie and I sat, silent and still, fearful of what might come next.
ReplyDeleteIf I just take a peek it will make it easier to accept, and then the next time I look, it will hopefully be easier. But I'm afraid, what if I look all mangled and freakish. I peek at my chest in the bathroom mirror, not to bad, I've been this way before...when I was about 9, but not bad. The double mastectomy left a simple scar straight across each breast, but clean, and I'm clean and free of the cancer.
ReplyDeleteI sat on the edge of the tub, staring at the suddenly huge stick in my hand, the blue lines looking darker by the second. Little fingers wiggled under the door from the other side as two little figures giggled and called to me. How on earth was I going to handle another child with all that was already happening in my already chaotic life?
ReplyDeleteFour days ago, her world changed; three days before that, he entered her life. To begin with, he kept his distance, careful not to push his way into her life. But when her world caved in around her, he swooped in to save her, to protect her, and to make sure she wasn't alone.
ReplyDeleteShe stretched lazily and yawned, her lean body rippling with the casual motion before a bluebird flitted past the window, causing her senses to spring to attention. To pounce on the villain or grant mercy as she slid her furry body across the carpet in pursuit of the sun patch that had so rudely abandoned her? Such dilemmas required split-second decision making that left her tail flicking in agitation...
ReplyDeleteSasha trailed behind her "friends" making sure no one got left behind as they went through the shockingly cold waterfall that had beat the stones beneath them so smooth. Her sneakers slipped on the slick surface, "I can't believe you guys tricked me into this and NOW WE'RE LOST!", she shrieked at the stiffly slunched backs before her. One of them turned around, dark eyes flashing sharply at her,"We aren't lost! We're exactly where we mean to be!"
ReplyDeleteShe sat there on the couch and tried to remember the last time she had taken a shower. A better question would be when was the last time she had had the energy to do so. She knew she should get up and do it and then she would feel like going to bible study. She liked the topic for the week but as usual, she just didn't have the motivation to go.
ReplyDeleteShe thought back to when she had first been saved and her life revolved around her church. She loved her church, but was finding it harder and harder to make it on Sundays. She wondered if perhaps she was losing faith. It wasn't as easy to see her blessings as it had once been. She didn't sense God like she used to. She knew that was in large part because she was not living the way she should. She knew she was lazy and slothful, sometimes even lustful though she never acted on it. She coveted to a point where one would not think it possible. She wanted out of this feeling of helplessness, but wondered if she had grown too far from God. Her only comfort was what she heard when she first walked into the church where she found family. "No one is beyond God's grace." But how could she find it again.
Someone once said that heroes are ordinary people who stay brave three seconds longer than everybody else. I guess that makes me an almost-hero. I walked out two seconds before the phone rang.
ReplyDeleteBecause of Korne 2
ReplyDeleteMackenzie determined that she would let the past go, and that determination gradually transformed most of her nightmares back into mere dreams. Unfortunately, these dreams, strangely distorted reflections of relatively mundane life, reinforced Dr. Mackenzie Joseph's illusion of safety. Although in her living nightmare she had killed Charles Korne, the errors she had made that led up to that moment represented the real threat, even greater than the threat Korne had posed.
The wind and moon danced in the lucid skies as the lovers slept in the claret earth that stained Gaea’s cloak. I towered over them, shovel in hand, watching as my inamoratas beauty was preserved to this twilight hour. Au contraire this was not the end for me but rather a new initiation into a life where I knew they would all pay for choosing others over me.
ReplyDeleteI'm lost.
ReplyDeleteWHATS going on. :[]
Beneath the lavendar sky, the dark sillouette of a brawny man in a cowboy hat and a petite woman in a flowing dress stood facing one another hand in hand. I felt as though I was intruding on this intimate moment as I spied on them from behind the ivy cloaked veranda. When he turned toward the light I saw his rugged face and then I knew ...
ReplyDeleteCarla
carlagade [at] gmail [dot] com
http://writingtodistraction.blogspot.com
As he came closer, she tried not to scream. It was harder than she thought, especially when the viruses and chemicals injected into her were so painful. She begged him not to, to let her go, to stop the pain.
ReplyDelete"It won't hurt this time honey, I swear." He said as he came closer with a mischievous smile.
The last thing she remembered was the searing pain as the black liquid shot in her bloodstream.
Thank You for all the wonderful entries. The winner will be announced May 3rd. Until then check out the newest post.
ReplyDeleteAngrily, he dipped his stick into the green, wet clump. He smiled at me and started running at me full speed with his hand outstretched. I ran faster than I had ever run in my life and the wet clump dropped onto the back of his hand.
ReplyDeleteHi Everyone! Wow ~ choosing a winner is tougher than I thought! You are all amazing and creative. Many terrific story starts in here!
ReplyDeleteI've finally narrowed it down to three, and soon we will have a winner. Stop by tomorrow to see who it is!
Thanks for playing :)