July 2011 – Our Write Side

Do you remember last week I had been asking everyone to go vote for a story that I wrote and entered into a contest? It didn’t make it to the finals, but it does fit a Bloggy Mom’s Writing Workshop prompt so, here it is for your enjoyment. Based on the prompt: “If words could…

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This is part 4 of the series I started from an Indie Ink Challenge. You can read the story from the beginning from its page here. His eyes blinked slowly, once, twice. The flashing of light confirmed his suspicion that he was in the tunnel, yet the train he was riding was like none he…

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This is my response to the Indie Ink Writing Challenge. This is a piece from my WIP titled Weathered. You can find links to all the parts here. This picks up shortly after Louis. Enjoy! Her eyes opened slowly, glanced over the barren walls, and soaked in the monitor above her, its green lines jumping…

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Will you heart me? I entered a story in a contest at a writing site called Figment. The 10 stories with the most hearts make it to the finals, and I would really love to have my story there. The process is simple: Sign up. (They won’t spam your email, promise!!) Hit the back button…

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The horizon lay black against the burning orange sky. The sun had disappeared in a blaze of glory behind the silhouette of the mountain range way beyond. Yellow streaks broke up the orange here and there; the smoke drifting from the black earth marred its perfection. The lone cottage at the brink of the creek,…

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The streetlights nearest the school were out, giving them an eerie sense of foreboding. While they all lived in the same neighborhood, they each lived in a different corner, so they all came from different directions. Blubber had the longest journey from the south, and Tweak had the shortest in the north. Kristen and Nitwit…

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“Charles Townsend Detective Agency. This is Kris speaking,” never failed to start a string of giggles going between my best friend and me. Bon Jovi played softly in the background exclaiming he was shot through the heart and we were to blame as we talked on bananas and scribbled love notes to non-existent boys as…

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The shade provided by the only living centerpiece Laverna High had was a popular rest area for its many students, but a particularly pleasing spot for The HJP Club and its members. Delaney “Tweak” McCrory sat cross-legged in the grass under the old oak tree, compact mirror in hand, absently applying the lipstick to her…

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