Saturday, January 15, 2011

Let's Try That Again


Okay--since last night's contest went so quickly, I'm back with something a little more traditional. (And I do hope you all forgive me for admitting that Taylor Swift makes me cry. I'm still ten feet tall and made of metal and I still play Sabbath riffs on my my bass guitar and am a 100% Hendrix fiend. Totally. Just Taylor is from this town. And it's nice to point to her and say to my kids, "Look at her! She's from here like you are!" And that song just makes me bawl like some sort of romantic wedding or something. It's a very strange phenomenon for this Vulcan. Don't judge.)

Story = Beginning + Middle + End Contest Challenge:

Can you write a story in three sentences?
I want to care about your character/s, go through something with him/her/them and feel like there is a reasonable conclusion. Are you up to it?

**Bonus points for using an obscure, rare or big word [correctly].**
**Negative Bonus points if above word feels shoehorned. You do not need a big word to win this.**
**Out of the box thinking, humor and wit are always welcome.**

Please leave your three-sentence story in the comment area - don't forget to leave your email address!
DEADLINE: Wednesday Jan. 19, 2011, 11PM EST 
PRIZE: A signed, personalized copy of Please Ignore Vera Dietz.

Good Luck and Thanks For Playing!

21 comments:

Shanni said...

The heat was intense that first summer day, scorching the top of Kurt's blonde wavy head and making his pale, freckled cheeks turn a bright shade of pink. But he was determined to see her; the girl who had stolen his heart. Kissing his childhood goodbye, he grasped both hands firmly on the handles and using his stubby little legs, peddled his Big Wheel down the street.

Thanks :)
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Mary said...

I had fun with this!! Here's what I came up with!

There once was a girl from Nantucket; an island rich in beaches, tourists, history and intrigue. She spent most of her quiet, island-bound life pursuing one goal: to garner fame and fortune as the main character of a limerick, just as Cyrus Sheckel, her well-endowed great-grandfather, had done. Sadly, Sally Sheckel's shot at celebrity as a silly rhyming stanzas subject slipped straight through her grasp; instead she spent the remainder of her summers as shopkeeper of her seaside stand, schlepping seashells to unassuming tourists.   


My fiancé also wants me to ask you what kind of bass you play? He's a Sabbath riffing bassist as well!

My email is eyetalic (at) att (dot) net

Beth S. said...

Oooh! This reminds me of writing six word memoirs. Have you read those books? I highly recommend the teen version "I Can't Keep My Own Secrets" if you haven't read it.

Anyway, here's my 3 sentence story:

Used the the usual kerfuffle emanating from her classroom, Mrs. Clarke turned the corner to discover her normally inattentive students in their seats with their hands folded, patiently waiting for her to begin class. Suspiciously eying the scene, Mrs. Clark announced, "Who are you and what have you done with my class?" Sally, the most vocal and difficult to tame of her students declared, "Well we know today is your birthday so we figured this could be your birthday present."

beths0103 at yahoo dot com

stilettostorytime said...

To say that my father had been a part of my life would be a fact, but to say he was truly there for me in any capacity would be not only a lie but an exaggeration of dynamic proportions. The exception to that rule would be the cold November night my short human life came to a close. On that seemingly normal snowy evening the man I had known as my father forever became not only part of what brought me into this world but also the human being responsible for taking me out of it.

Thanks for the challenge,
Courtney
Stiletto Storytime
stilettostorytime at gmail dot com

Anonymous said...

Herbert stared longingly across what was once a grass covered field, but was now littered with shopping centers, racing vehicles, and the screaming voices of far too many people shoved into one place. As he gazed upon the destruction of the land he had valued as not only a beautiful piece of landscape, but also his home, he thought to himself, “How could we let it come to this?” Or at least I think that’s what he was thinking, I don’t speak rabbit.



This was a fun challenge!
~Jodi
tema_goddessofhunt@yahoo.com
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Hannah said...

The generator sent out her distress signal on a maddeningly high pitched frequency and attempted to ignore the tintinnabulation that proved her existence as she turned her sails on the mountain top, overlooking the rusted car littered Turnpike. She had been alone and self aware for the past 150 years, and nothing had responded to her signal for decades. Finally, after hours of ringing, she allowed the signal to fade out, defeated, and deliberated what else she could do that might radiate her anguish to the universe, and, suddenly, she had an intriguing idea: she would send out her distress signal.

hakillian (at) gmail (dot) com

Hannah said...

The generator sent out her distress signal on a maddeningly high pitched frequency and attempted to ignore the tintinnabulation that proved her existence as she turned her sails on the mountain top, overlooking the rusted car littered Turnpike. She had been alone and self aware for the past 150 years, and nothing had responded to her signal for decades. Finally, after hours of ringing, she allowed the signal to fade out, defeated, and deliberated what else she could do that might radiate her anguish to the universe, and, suddenly, she had an intriguing idea: she would send out her distress signal.

hakillian (at) gmail (dot) com

Pam said...

She ran away from home when she was only sixteen, it was better than telling her parents she was pregnant. Later that year she had the baby in a dirty bathroom stall inside of a Walmart store. She forced herself to look into the eyes of that which she had brought into the world, staring up at her with slate blue eyes the baby looked wise beyond it's minutes, almost omnificent.

Jamie said...

Thanks Amy! This was fun!

A child in an apartment opposite the hotel stands still, both palms pressed against the cool glass, looking at the pigeon perched on the windowsill. The girl has large nostrils and I imagine them filled with fat, burnished pebbles; she knocks against the window vociferously and then more frantically, her knuckles like marbles too and she scares the bird. It lifts, flies at her, into the window, and the child screams - her breath developing like heartburn on the glass, sour with blurred, bubbling edges.

~Jamie Foster
jamielynnf (at) yahoo.com

JSLion said...

My wife and I watched our daughter as she stood, waiting for the knock that would indicate it was time for her to go through the door. She had told me “I am so nervous” with an expression I had not seen since that day fourteen years ago when we met her, an angry, scared nine year old girl, at the officials office in China, the day her former nannies had lied to her and told her that if she signed the papers in front of her, they would take her back “home” to the orphanage instead of making her go to America with the scary couple who had come all the way from the USA to adopt her. The signal came and I heard them announce, “...hall is pleased to welcome Ms. Annabelle Tao Smithson in her debut performance playing the Viola de gamba sonata in G minor…..”

Deserae McGlothen said...

Usually, words strung together for me like pearls on a string, clank, clank, clanking one on top of the other until there was something feasible I could use to describe exactly how I felt. But, of course, after all the practicing in front of the mirror--- not to mention all of those late nights curled up with an actual DICTIONARY--- they completely escaped me as I stood before the man intent on marrying me, despite all of the warnings my beloved brother tried to slip to him over the course of our engagement. My heart pounded insistently against my chest, determined to make me say something (even if that something was "Help, I think I'm going to have a heartattack"), and I said, "Luke, I love you," hoping that was all I needed to explain it all.

Deserae McGlothen said...

Thanks for the awesome contest!
desimcg@hotmail.com

Emma..... said...

Once ther was an ugly barnacle. He was so ugly that everyone died. The end.

Anonymous said...

I have been waiting nearly my whole life for this to happen, and it’s happening right now, Gavin the dreamboat is leaning in to kiss me! I try to tell my lips to pucker but they can’t as my mouth is stretched out in a psychotic grin. Gavin pauses to stare, I look like an all too eager jack-o-lantern, he shakes his head and says “I’ll see you later;” my mouth droops to a frown as I watch him scurry away.
leigh_madrid@yahoo.com
P.S.
Are there bonus points for true stories? Cause unfortunately that is the story of my almost first kiss… Thanks for the fun contest!

Sandra Cormier said...

I watched him through my unkempt bangs as he played tag with his friends in the schoolyard, and I knew he noticed me although we'd never spoken to each other.

We exchanged modest gifts through mutual friends - a chocolate bar, a packet of bubble gum, a bag of chips - until the day I received a gilt salamander pin with ruby eyes.

Mom told me to return it, which made me all the sadder when he passed away during the summer, before we had a chance to say hello, and goodbye.

Sandra Cormier said...

Oops, I forgot my email address but I guess you can get it from my Google Account.

sfcormier@rogers.com

Rebekah said...

He had been staring at the flickering screen for days when they finally found him. His fat, loquacious neighbor had called the police when he still wouldn't come to the door. As they lifted him into the ambulance, he glimpsed her standing on the stoop, gesturing wildly, words overflowing in the direction of the officer, and he wondered mildly if he would ever bother to speak again.

rebekah (dot) montgomery (at) gmail (d0t) com.

Fun to read everyone's responses!!

Anonymous said...

The girl selected the old Remington because he possessed the stately interrobang. The typewriter pinged his return with glee; it had been twenty years since he last wrote, forty since he wrote anything worthwhile. The girl set the Remington on the table; his ribbon tingled with anticipation and then trepidation as the girl produced pliers and began to pull his keys out, letter by letter.

cecestone@yahoo.com
Rad contest! I love all the entries…

Anonymous said...

Stephanie married into the butterfly value oligarchy and integrated herself into the human resources department in order to get jobs for her friends and family, creating her own sub-oligarchy. That's all I have but I'm sure you're laughing. Bring on silver P book!

Buttercup Roberts

buttercuppetalroberts (AT) yahoo (DOT) com

April X said...

I'm SO bad at this kinda stuff, so I think I'm just gonna be an observer... Good luck to everyone else though! They're all great!

Elie said...

I love these challenge-its fun to find challenging words.

Never one to back down from a bet, Levi signed a deal with the devil: Drink fast or die. The smell of the whiskey burned his nose as his sgriob grew. Just as he expected, the old creature of the night couldn't handle his liquor and Levi would live another day.

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