Hold on, you say. Wasn’t there a Christmas-Themed Prompted Contest last year?
Yes, but we needed more Christmas cheer this year. After all, it is 2020. So I feel no regrets about using the same theme.
My co-judge for December 2020’s Prompted Contest was Marit Edwards-Ronning (@m.c.edwardsronning). You may remember her as my judge from May’s Light-Themed contest and as the winner of the Christmas contest last year. So I thought she would be a good judge for this year’s Christmas contest. 😉
Here are the various posts in which the contest took place.
Are you excited about autumn? I am! Leaves changing colors, hoodie and sweater weather, hot coffee time…
That’s why I chose the theme of AUTUMN for October’s Prompted Contest! My judge and I tried to cover all the many charms of autumn with our prompts, focusing on nature’s beauty, Halloween, and pumpkin spice coffee.
Lydia Jane not only was an amazing, supportive judge, but she also came up with the prompts! (I created the graphics.) I may have to ask her to create more prompts in the future because she did an amazing job with these ones!
My judge for this month’s Prompted Contest is practically a mermaid expert, so when we were deciding a theme for the contest, we knew exactly what to choose. As exhausted as I am, hosting the contest was so refreshing. The participants inspire me.
A big thanks to Beka Gremikova (@beka.gremikova), who helped me judge this month. She is an expert flash fiction writer–if you’re a Havok member, check out her Havok author page–and a fantastic person, and I loved having her at my side!
Not only am I announcing the winners, but I’m also sharing my own interpretations of the prompts (by popular demand)! I suppose since my amazing participants have been so diligent and creative with my 150 word limit, it’s only fair that I inflict that word count on myself.
Hi, friends! Normally, I post on the first Friday of the month, but my prompt buddy, Laura, was out of town during that time. So, she and I decided to postpone our stories for a week. Thanks for waiting!
I always make sure to leave roses on the bush.
Glancing around furtively, I snip away the last stalk I’ll take tonight, cradling the snow-white rose in my gloved hands. Moonlight casts the garden in an eerie glow. It’s a night fit for ghosts to walk, which is sort of fitting, I guess.
The lights are off at 2467 Yarrow Lane, just as they are in the rest of my part of the world. Delilah always liked this time of night, said that this was when you could be free because the only ones watching are God and the moon. I gaze at the moon, a thin, pale crescent in the pitch-black sky, and my heart cracks. Can you still see the moon, Lilah?
My eyes catch on another part of the garden, the plants pale with dark green flowers. Are those gardenias? How did I never notice them? I mean, I’ve been taking from this garden for weeks.
Delilah loved gardenias. Whenever she saw one, she had to buy it, no matter where we were or how inconvenient it was. I never really understood the appeal. I mean, they smell nice but feel weird, kind of like wax, and they look fake.
But suddenly, they’re the most beautiful flower in the world.
\With another glance at the darkened windows, I creep across the garden, trying not to crush any plants. Holy crap, how big is this garden, anyway? It’s like a jungle in here––massive plants swallowing my dark-clad form, brightly-colored blooms I don’t recognize.
I should probably switch things up, try a different garden. Then these people won’t get suspicious about their flowers disappearing. But 2467 Yarrow Lane has the biggest, most elaborate garden I’ve ever seen.
Snip snip go the shears, and three gardenia stalks drop into my waiting hands. I stare at the waxy flowers for a moment, my heart seizing. Just for you, I think.
Okay, maybe I’ve taken too many this time. But they’ve got plenty of flowers. They won’t notice.