Sunday, March 22, 2009

Contest = Win D100D

Challenge = Write a story, under 100 words that starts with this sentence: Penelope was tired. And ends with this word: awesome. Example: Penelope was tired. She'd climbed 245 flights of stairs and still had 400 to go. This was the solar system's tallest building, and even though she felt like stopping there, on floor 245, and dying of exhaustion, she remembered how much her ticket to Jupiter cost, and how her grandmother had earned the money. Now was no time to be selfish. And she knew the view from the top, once she got there, was going to be awesome. Deadline = Tuesday, March 24th, midnight EDT. Winners announced on Friday, March 27th. Prize = all entrants will be entered to win a signed copy of The Dust of 100 Dogs. Those who entered the last contest (counting the awesomes in the Arizona post) are totally eligible to enter this one, too, for double the chance to win! Leave entries and your email in the comment area! Good Luck!

23 comments:

E. M. Reads said...

Penelope was tired. Hauling demons back to hell was hard work, but at least it was exciting. She wiped the perspiration from her forehead, swept her hair into a knot, then continued to roam the foggy streets smelling out corruption. It wouldn’t take long to find a wayward demon tonight. The thick, suffocating air carried their scent. Fortunately following her nose didn’t take long. Jackpot. There he was, in all of his ugliness feeding off heat and despair. With a wicked glint in her eye, she smiled. Penelope knew dragging his demonic ass back to the underworld would be awesome.

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xollinzolox said...

Penelope was tired. Awesome.


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Anonymous said...

Penelope was tired. She’d been searching for her sister for three weeks and now finally was getting close. The desk clerk at this motel was certain she’d been there just three nights ago. Signed in under the name “King” this time, but still with that strange man. Penelope sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the photo of her sister. It was tattered. A single tear hitting the photo snapped Penelope back to attention. No sleep tonight. She wiped it off on her coat as she headed for the door. It was raining hard now. “Awesome”.



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Reverie said...

hmm Ok here goes nothing.

Penelope was tired. Misty rain sizzled on her skin as the damp twilight of the early hours of the night settled around her. Penelope gingerly walked down the narrow streets seeking what she was truly looking for. She glanced down at the now wet sheet of paper in her tiny hands.
"382 Roberts Dr"
She gripped the sheet, irritated that she was still lost. After a few minutes she finally turned the corner onto Roberts. Almost magically appearing, Penelope grinned as she slowly and suspiciously walked down the alley. The street was covered on both sides by tall, worn out red bricks, cracks filling the jagged planes. Awesome.


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pepsivanilla said...

Penelope was tired. Her roommate assumed it was due to having penned an essay of epic proportions about dead musicians. Her boyfriend thought it was his doing, and Penelope was content to let him think so. In reality, Penelope had reached the stairs only to be met by five burly CIA operatives. She had dodged their fire and less than impressive martial arts moves and left them out cold. As Penelope slid the door's locks into place, she could hear the sound of gunfire resonating in the stairwell and sighed. Some shut-eye would have been awesome.

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Amee said...

Penelope was tired from all the heavy lifting she had been doing all day. Moving her book collection of over one thousand books was quite the task. It took ten trips to move her beloved books. Penelope arranged her books just how she liked them in their new home. Feeling something missing, Penelope went to the bookstore for the perfect book to christen her new bookshelves. A book jumped out at Penelope, it was The Dust of 100 Dogs. Penelope bought it and put it in a place of honor on her new bookshelves, and it was awesome.

Amee said...

Oops, forgot my email!

amee821@hotmail.com

The Not So Closet Geeks said...

Penelope was tired. She had stayed up most of the night trying to cram for her Chem final. "Trying" being the key word.

"I'm sure you did fine. You always do." Matt, Penelope’s somewhat clueless best friend, gave her the smile she loved. "Let's forget about it and go to the beach."

Penny thought about it. The beach...boys with their shirts off...MATT with his shirt off...

Her mood lightened instantly. “Sounds awesome.”

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Jess J said...

Penelope was tired. In the last few hours she had jumped through a plate glass window, out run two guard dogs, and scaled a chain link fence. There wasn’t an inch of skin on her body not covered by scratches and cuts. She had a particularly painful bite on one of her legs, but it would all heal. She had what she had come for. Flopping on her back in the cool grass she removed it from her pocket to examine. It was perfect, undamaged, and best of all- hers. She got up and limped down the road feeling awesome.

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Sara J. Henry said...

Penelope was tired. She had started reading DUST OF 100 DOGS at bedtime, and couldn't put it down until she finished it. But it was worth every minute of lost sleep - the book was awesome.

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Otaku_Crazy said...

Penelope was tired. She spent hours at her computer looking for any information about the faeries. For the past two week, a group of five Faeries had been following her everywhere. It seemed that she had attracted the attention of the leader of the group. He even used his Glamour to corner her at her locker during lunch, offering her a world of wondrous things. She couldn't leave her family or friends but the idea of leaving was one she took into consideration. She laughed to herself as she remembered that once upon a time, she thought faeries were awesome.

Otaku_Crazy said...

opps! forgot my email

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Joanne Levy said...

Penelope was tired. Being a groupie was not for the faint-hearted. But she was determined, so even travel-weary and likely smelly, she showed up. She lugged books, she flapped, she purchased, she pimped, she took pictures. Because Penelope was a functional groupie. But she loved every second of it, because her friends are AWESOME.

Sharen said...

Penelope was tired. Actually, she was exhausted, and it felt amazingly, incredibly wonderful. It was the kind of exhaustion that only came from vigorous physical activity followed by muscle-shaking, heart-stopping fulfillment, and she'd given up expecting to ever feel it again. She unlocked her ankles from behind the nameless young man's back and let her legs slide onto the rumpled sheets. She was sure that, if she attempted to stand, they would be unable to support her. She looked up into the dark eyes smiling down at her. "Again?" she asked. He threw back his head and laughed. "Awesome!"

Angel said...

Penelope was tired. She was tired of fighting, of trying to hang on. The pain was unbearable, excruciating. Every movement hurt, even blinking. It was time to end it.

Hearing his key in the lock, she braced herself.

“What the hell?” he screamed, sighting the mess in the floor. “Clean it up, bitch!”

Penelope spit in his face. “No.”

The blow was strong, but not strong enough.

“Is that all you’ve got?” she taunted.

His fists reigned down then. With the pain came release. Penelope smiled, being in control of her own fate for a change felt awesome.


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laurie pink said...

Penelope was tired. She liked to keep up with her running, but it had been difficult lately. It was probably a few months since she’d done five miles like that. Now the door was finally locked and double-barred; there was a full bottle of red wine in the cupboard and clean clothes in the drawer. Everything she could possibly wish for. They would tear their fingers to shreds on the outside walls all night long. Penelope would listen. Then, at first light, she would drive the tank through their filthy, rotting, shambling corpses all the way to the coast. Awesome.

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LaurieM said...

Penelope was tired. The blood loss made her feel weak and drained, that along with drilling from the doctor who was convinced she had been trying to kill herself. She had looked at him exasperated and said,” I wasn’t trying to die, doc. It is never that. I just cut too deep this time. It was an accident.” Her arm covered with fine slash scars attested to many previous cuts. Her strange humour hadn’t helped when she tried to explain why she cut, “It’s like having a giant boil that drains, releases some of the pain and pressure inside. Awesome!”

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Craig Daniels said...

Penelope was tired of listening, the constant drip from the kitchen faucet elicited an emotional ache within her fragile self, her nerves vibrated with an anxiety having no where to go, Drip, drip, drip filled her ears then worked its way into her mind like an insect burrowing a tunnel, eating away at her resolve. Once more she screamed, hoping someone would rush to her aid. On the bed tied and naked Penelope let the light drain from her, the drip, drip, drip played on and on, she could only say one word as she slipped into madness, awesome.

Linda St.Cyr said...

Penelope was tired. Her eyes were blackened where he had landed his fists. She sagged in the chains that held her pinned to the wall. The fight had gone out of her. Blood trickled from her lips. He stood watching. Penelope closed her swollen eyes, wincing. Seeing him made her gag. Her breasts lay exposed where her shirt was torn. He was close, the leather of his gloved fingers squeezing her breasts painfully. Swallowing, Penelope kneed her attacker directly in his groin. Peter arrived as he doubled over. The bat cracked hitting skull. As her attacker fell, Penelope thought, Awesome.

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biblauragraphy said...

Penelope was tired of that goddamn song. Penelope was tired of that goddamn song. She tried everything - old Abba cds, meditation, the hokey-pokey - but it was stuck firmly in her head, and showed no signs of leaving. After weeks of the same melody (oh that horrifically catchy melody), she was left with one final option. The road was long, the trip was grueling, but she had finally arrived. As Penelope stepped inside, colors and faces swirling menacingly around her, she smiled. "It's a Small World After All," they sang, and the words echoed inside her head. It was finally gone. Awesome.

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biblauragraphy said...

Sorry 'bout the double first line - don't know exactly how that happened.

Adele said...

Penelope was tired. Tired of the rising swell of the water. Tired of her wrinkling parched lips. Tired of the fight to move; to struggle for that extra inch. Tired of the squelching of her hair as it lapped around her jaw line, slapping against her cheeks. Her ears were beneath the surface of the water, everything was muted. Penelope resisted the need to make a move towards that which she desired. With one last gasp she pushed against the water, rising from its warm, claw-footed depths to grab at the glass of wine. She drank, then sighed - "Awesome".

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The Voter said...

Penelope was tired and exhausted. She just wanted to go to sleep. But no one would let her sleep. That was until her squirrel, with it's magical powers put her sleep. She had a dream about the cute boy at her school. She couldn't believe how good of a dream it was. It was a night that could be dubbed, "Awesome".