Category: Prompt Contests

Christmas Contest Winners

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Who’s ready for Christmas?! I know I am!

This month, I decided to use a Christmas-themed writing prompt because why not? Here is the prompt:

This prompt does not belong to me. I have been given permission to use it by Gabrielle Pollack, creator of Rooftop Writing Prompts.

If you like writing prompts, you should definitely check out Rooftop Writing Prompts because they are fun and fantastic. I plan to use more in the future.

Here are the links to the varying contest posts, one on Instagram and one on Facebook. There were so many amazing entries, and Laura, my fellow judge, and I had a difficult time choosing.

Winners

Now for the moment you’ve all been waiting for… who won?!

Instagram Winner

There she is.

Brown hair in two plaits, a springing step, sparkling green eyes. She flits closer. . . closer. . . My hand shoots out and grabs her arm, jerking her to me.

She gasps. “Jack!”

I clap my hand over her mouth. “Hush!”

“You shouldn’t be here. Papa will kill you if he–”

I’m not listening. My heart crackles as it thumps, growing warmer by the second. I shouldn’t kiss her. But my body has a mind of its own, and before I can contemplate it, my lips cover hers. Her mouth burns mine, my body thawing as I pull her closer. I’m melting, helpless to resist the fire of her heart.

Finally, when I’m certain I will turn into nothing but a puddle if I hold her for one moment more, she pulls back. Her lips are purple, tinged with pale blue. They fade back to red as she catches her breath.

“Jack, we can’t–”

“I love you.”

The words tumble from my mouth, shattering like icicles on the stones at my feet. No Frost has ever dared speak that word to a Claus. But the minute that I saw Holly, I knew we were meant to change the past. The feud ends here, if only I can get her to believe me.

“Jack.” My name trembles on her lips. Her fingers warm my own. I shiver.

“I don’t care what they say.” I lean closer, my breath leaving snowflakes glistening on her hair. “Forget the rivalry. Forget Christmas. Forget everything. Just tell me what you feel.”

She bites her lip. Her breath catches, a tear freezing on her cheek. “I love you too.” I hold her again, savoring her warmth. Some cold foreboding clutches my thawing heart. But her touch melts it. 

I have her now. Everything will be ok.

~ Marit Edwards-Ronning

What a beautifully written story by Marit Edwards-Ronning (@farmgirl4him). If you haven’t read Marit’s writing before, you need to. I’ve had the privilege of watching her grow as a writer, and she certainly is good at writing tear-jerkers. Laura and I loved the forbidden romance she wrote — we’re both hopeless romantics. The element of how they’re kept apart because they might harm each other — Jack might freeze Holly, and Holly might melt Jack — was heartbreaking. They’re together, at least for now… but what if this is only temporary?! I guess we’ll never know.

Facebook Winner

Jack dove into a snowbank and waited for Chris Kringle’s guards to pass. He hoped the blizzard he’d used would erase any tracks. Eventually, he crawled out and looked around.

He froze as he saw a hand sticking out of a snow pile. Rushing forward, he pulled Eve free of the snow and into his lap. Her lips were blue, and when he put his ear to her chest, he couldn’t hear anything.

“Eve … I’m so sorry. I’m so … If I hadn’t … if I’d thought …”

Sobs choked out his attempted apology. Opening his eyes, he noticed that the vial of summer Queen Titania had given him had fallen from his pocket. It was practically full.

Picking it up, he looked down and whispered, “Don’t worry, Eve. I’m coming.”

He swallowed the vial’s contents. Steam immediately billowed from him like cumulus clouds while a bonfire roiled within his belly. He held Eve to his chest. It was all his fault, but he’d fix it. They’d finally be together. Nothing would separate them now.

“Jack?”

“Eve?!” he choked. Looking down, he saw her eyes open and widening.

“Jack, what’s happening?”

Tears fell from Jack’s eyes as he laid his hand against Eve’s face. “I swallowed the sun to go to you,” he said. Bending down, he touched his lips to hers and smiled. “I’m glad I got to do that at least once.”

Then Jack Frost became a cloud of steam.

“JACK!” Eve screamed. She fell forward to where he had been holding her only moments ago. Against her hand, she felt something cold. Lifting it up, she saw that it was Jack’s paint.

“If you can swallow the sun, I will swallow frost. Wait for me, Jack.”

And Eve Kringle became a statue of ice.

~ Ariel Jackson

*cue sobbing* This was a beautiful, upsetting entry. Ariel Jackson did an amazing job retelling Romeo and Juliet with Jack Frost and Eve Kringle, creating vivid characters, a doomed love, and strong emotions. Swallowing the sun?! Wow. Never would have thought of that. My heart breaks for the two characters. As always, Ariel, I love your writing, as does Laura.

Changes to the Contests

Due to low participation rates and the difficulty of the medium, I have decided to discontinue my Facebook prompt contests. From now on until I decide otherwise, all my prompt contests will take place on Instagram only. My apologies for any convenience that may cause you! Because of that, there will now be only one winner per prompt again. 

I have also decided that having prompt contests every single month is a bit too stressful for me. They’re fun, most certainly, but they can be a lot of work to prepare and announce and judge. So, next year, I will hold bimonthly contests during the even months. The next contest will take place in February, though I haven’t decided the exact dates yet. (It will most likely be romance-themed because of Valentine’s Day.) I plan to do three-prompt contests each month, however, instead of one-prompt contests, so I hope that makes up for things.

It’s been a fun year, friends. I’m so grateful to each and every person who participated in my prompt contests. I couldn’t run something like this without you. And I’m also incredibly grateful for Shaina Frantz and Laura Hammer, my two judges. You guys made my job so much easier.

There won’t be a prompt contest this January, but I am helping judge the Writer Games, a month-long flash fiction contest. See this post for more details. You guys should totally participate!

Also, watch out for a new post at the end of this month detailing my writing accomplishments of the year! As always, I’m so grateful for the support you’ve given me and the ways you’ve helped me grow. You guys are the best.

Have a merry Christmas! God bless you all!

One-Prompt Contest Winners

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This month is NaNoWriMo, which means that I, like many other writers out there, am attempting 50,000 words in one month. Crazy, right?

I’m at 27,000 words currently. It’s been exhausting and stressful, contributing to a lot of late nights, but seeing the progress on my WIP and feeling the thrill of accomplishing so much has made it worth it for me.

However, it meant that I didn’t want to do a full prompt contest this month. Not only did I figure that most of you wouldn’t be contributing much, but also I didn’t have the energy or time for it. Instead, after receiving some feedback from you, I decided to hold a one-prompt contest.

The Prompt

This picture is from Pinterest. It does not belong to me.

The contest was supposed to be in celebration of my short story “Skinthief” being published on Havok. But due to some scheduling complications, I had to hold the contest after the story was already published. This was a problem because Havok only keeps a story available to the public for 24 hours; otherwise, you have to be a member to read it. So, if you want to read it, you’ll have to become a Havok member (which is really cheap, by the way, but I totally understand if not).

Now onto the contest itself! The word limit this time was 150 words (I just can’t help lengthening the word limit! We’ll see what the next one will be!).

I want to give a big thanks to everyone who participated. I loved reading all the creativity, and I wish I could choose more than one winner, but I can’t. (Unless you count the separate Facebook and Instagram winners.) So here are the winners!

Instagram Winner

It was his trademark. Green eyes, scrawled onto any crime scene where he rescued someone.

I had heard that there’s one thing in their appearance a shifter can’t change, and when they lose themselves, they hold tightly to that last vestige of their identity.

I remembered those green eyes. In a family of blues, there he was, screaming out his first breath into a world that didn’t deserve him.

When he was five, those green eyes were terrified when he accidentally shifted for the first time.

Those green eyes were solemn as they took him away to the war. The last time I saw him.

Until now.

I stare across the alley at him, removing my ski mask. “I know who you are, David.”

He freezes at the name he barely recognizes. “How… How do you know?”

I smile. “I’m your mother.”

~ Carrie-Anne Noble

Carrie-Anne Thomas (@carrie_anne.thomas) wrote a beautiful story told not from the perspective of the one suffering from this amnesia but from the perspective of his mother, and I loved it. I hope that she and her son stay reunited and that he can regain his memories.

Facebook Winner

Hands.

My hands.

They’re mine, move when I tell them to—but unfamiliar.

Everything is unfamiliar. The dark alley. The sounds of receding feet and approaching sirens.

From someone else’s blood on my hands, I think I won whatever fight just happened. From the dull ache to the right side of my head, I know I also lost.

Lost everything.

I try grounding myself in something solid. Like my body.

I stand, catch a glimpse of my face in the only whole pane of a broken window. Young, black, five o’clock shadow. Is this me?

Wallet. ID.

Yup. That’s me. Sean something. Still doesn’t seem familiar.

Spasms seize me. I double over in pain that sparks and stings.

When it passes, I see my reflection again. This time panic strikes.

It’s not the same face. It’s pale-skinned, red-haired, terrified.

No more familiar than the other.

Who—and what—am I?

~ Abigail Falanga

Abigail Falanga‘s story was so immediate and gripping, full of panic and terror. I loved the details she included that immersed us in his struggle, as well as the idea of how he couldn’t stop the painful shifting from one form to the next. It was so unique and upsetting.

What’s Coming?

I apologize sincerely for my lack of consistency in posting. From starting two new jobs to NaNo, I’ve been very busy. However, I will be posting a story for December. I will make sure of it. It is being edited right now.

So . . . watch out for a story about a boy whose laundry money is being stolen by a mini dragon. 😉

“The Will of the Sky” and Contest Winners!

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As some of you may know, my short story “The Will of the Sky” was published on Story Embers today! Story Embers is an incredible website, and I was so honored to receive second place in their short story contest this year. Finally, it has been shared with the world! (You should also check out Kate Flournoy’s “Ella,” which won first place. It’s well worth the heartbreak. Go New Wessex!)

“The Will of the Sky” is a desert fantasy about a man from an honor-shame culture who has been shamed by his son and wrestles with whether to forgive or exile him. It deals with the complicated nature of duty and family, honor and love. I hope you enjoy it.

The Contest

So, in honor of that win, I decided to make my third flash fiction contest desert-themed. Choosing winners is always so hard because of how many incredible stories I receive. I would recommend you check out all the entries, winners or not.

Here are the Instagram posts:

Here are the Facebook posts:

The Judge

This time, I had the honor of judging the contest alongside the lovely Shaina Merrick!

Shaina Merrick spins her web of stories from the Western Side of the Rockies. The mountains surrounding her show up in one way or another in many of her stories. Her favorite part of writing is the first blush of a story begging to be written. The germ of an idea carries her through the rest of the draft, and all the way through the editing process. As well as a healthy amount of chocolate and hiding in a cave of pillows with a good book. Books are the reason she began to write in the first place, the stories written down on paper whispered of the stories she could write, if she ever put the book down long enough to start them. The stories that inspire her the most are written by Maggie Steifvater, N.D. Wilson, and Jeanne Birdsall. If she could craft stories that are even half as compelling as those, life would be perfect.

I met Shaina at Realm Makers this year, and we became fast friends, holding deep conversations and giving lots of hugs. Having her help with the contest was not only fun but also helped me choose the winners! I’ll be switching off judges every month (though there will most likely be repeat judges over the months). If you’re interested in helping me judge, let me know!

Also, I hope you guys enjoyed the Facebook contest. I think it did decently well, so I plan to keep the Facebook contest running for at least another month to gauge its sustainability. As always, please let me know if there is anything I can do to better my contests. I want to make them the best they can be.

So, without further ado, here are the prompts and their esteemed winners!

Prompt 1

This image does not belong to me. I found it on Pinterest.

I love this picture. It’s bursting with stories. Apparently others agree because a ton of people found different meanings for it! Also, I just adore dragons. (Fun fact: I also collect dragon items like puzzles and figurines. I think I have a bit of an obsession.)

Now for the winners!

Instagram

The tormenting heat of the sun beats against the barren kingdom. Thin gusts of wind sweep over the sand of ancient stones, bones of the dead peeking into sulfurous air. The faint thrust of his leathery wings and the shifting of his every bone echoes over the muteness of the ghosts. Slit eyes bore into the souls of every dark crevice, ripping exotic shadows of the past into the foreboding silence of the present. For in the heart of the reapers’ kingdom, memories of life bow to the carcass of death.

~ Kaylee Clay

What a beautifully written entry. Kaylee Clay (@kk_the_bookdragon) portrays a fascinating, dark world—particularly appropriate since Halloween is fast approaching—that makes me want to know more. Ghosts? Sulfur? Reapers? I’m hooked!

Facebook

It had been just another noise in the desert, probably a creature dying in unfamiliar, hostile surroundings. But after the bone beast had flown over, no one could unhear that desperate, aching sound. It echoed in the mind, raising memories of sorrows and lost dreams, like spectres called from the beyond. So the towns fled to the deep subterranean caverns in an attempt to dampen the cries and to bury themselves from hauntings created in their heads.

Only little Keili understood the cry, understood why the beast screamed as it flew. It wanted to die but couldn’t.

~ Ariel Jackson

I love Ariel Jackson’s take on this story with the bone beast who wants to die but can’t. It breaks my heart. And I found it so interesting how the people ran from the creature’s pain, trying to pretend it didn’t exist. I think we all do that sometimes—pretend like we don’t see other’s pain so we don’t have to feel uncomfortable. I don’t know if that was an intended reading, but that’s what I saw in the story, and it made me think more deeply.

Thanks for entering, Ariel! I look forward to seeing more of your writing!

Also, do you all remember Coryn from “The Wooded Sea” (one of my favorite short stories I’ve ever written)? Remember how I said he has his own short story? Well, Ariel’s story made me think of that because he, too, wants to die but can’t. “The Day Water Became Wood” addresses suicide and just how far someone will go to get what they want. (I hope to post it soon, but it needs some editing.)

Okay, back to the contest!

Prompt 2

This picture does not belong to me. I have permission from Purple Dragon Prompts to post it.

This prompt was special. In September, I connected with the creator of Purple Dragon Prompts, Kayleigh Gallagher (@so_many_ocs), on Instagram. (You may remember that I used her prompts for “Endellion,” unofficially “Shadow Wolf,” and “One Way.”) Well, I asked if she would partner with me for this contest and create a desert-themed prompt, and she did! It’s actually exclusively for my contest, so you can only find it on my contest posts.

Her prompts are great. I have a whole section for them pinned on my Writing Prompts Pinterest board. You should check out her Instagram too!

Here are the winners of the second prompt.

Instagram

“It’s the center of the universe,” the sage had whispered to me, as he indicated a tattered map of the desert.

Not the literal center, of course. The gravity at the center of one galaxy would instantly crush my frail, mortal body.

Then again, the villagers in this area didn’t understand gravity. They didn’t even understand what it truly was: the place where all worlds converged. From there, I could go anywhere. Find anyone. Find HER.

“It’s the center of the universe,” he had said.

“Perhaps,” I whisper, with a strained, hopeful smile, “it can find the center of mine.”

~ Carrie-Anne Thomas

I loved all of Carrie-Anne’s (@carrie_anne.thomas) entries for this contest but especially this one. It’s heartbreaking and hopeful, beautiful and sad, depressing and uplifting at once. I truly, sincerely hope he finds her, whoever she may be.

Plus, I loved the scientific aspect of the prompt! Would I have thought about the gravity of the center of a universe crushing people? Absolutely not. And I’m all for multiple worlds!

Facebook

She could see nothing.

Well, that wasn’t quite true. There was dust. There was wind.

There was more dust.

Senra clutched the gauzy veil closer, her parched breathing shallow through the thin material.

Somewhere, the green lands still existed. Water and grass and men with glittering swords and greedy eyes.

She turned her back to the wind. A slight veiled figure clutched their cave entrance. “M-mother?”

Senra wrapped her daughter in an embrace. “You’re safe here.”

“But…”

“Hush.” She buried her face in her daughter’s hair. /You’re the center of everything. And I won’t let them touch you./

~ Hope Ann

Hope Ann happens to be one of the writers for Story Embers, a fact I just connected with the inspiration for this contest (“The Will of the Sky” winning second place in the contest). So that’s cool!

As for her story, the family relationship was so raw and vivid. I could sense Senra’s deep love for her daughter, and my heart hurt at the thought of what she might be protecting her daughter from. I dearly, truly hope they are safe and happy in this quiet, harsh desert. Awesome story, Hope.

Prompt 3

This picture does not belong to me. I found it on Pinterest.

This prompt actually inspired another short story I have yet to post. (I’m thinking about submitting it to contests; otherwise, I would post it ASAP.) Though my mind interpreted the picture as a dragon skeleton, others saw it differently, and I love what they came up with!

As always, the winners:

Instagram

Some say it means dire things for any who walk beneath its shadow.

Some say that signs can be read in the cracks of its sun-brittled bones.

Some say it is a gateway to the spirit lands.

But it is none of these; only the lonely remains of a great earth-shaker who lay down and died before my father’s fathers were born. I have seen more like it, in the clefts of the great mountains, and fed them with my hands. Their lips are gentle.

So I listen to the foreigner ramble on and on beside me, and I smile.

~ Verity A. Buchanan

Verity A. Buchanan (@verityb.writes) created a vivid story with a world I want to see more of. I could imagine the earth-shakers, though my interpretation of them is probably different than another’s interpretation, and that’s awesome! I could feel their gentle lips brushing my hands as they ate the food that was offered. And the writing was just fantastic!

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“Yo yo, gangsta.”

“Yo, wassup.”

“Been a few hundred years. Felt a breeze lately?”

“Nah, this sand hasn’t moved in weeks.”

“You can still see?”

“Sure!”

“Sure. Tell me what’s over the horizon, then.”

“An old man.”

“Out here?”

“Don’t scoff. I see an old man walking in the lightning.”

“Sure, that checks out.”

“Don’t believe me, then.”

“… What else is happening?”

“The bones are shaking off the sand.”

“Ressurectin’?

“‘Course.”

“What about us?”

“We’ll fly again. No more stone birds perched on an old man’s spine.”

~ Hannah Brown

Not only was Hannah Brown’s answer hilarious, but it also had so much meaning to it. Those familiar with the Bible may recognize at the very least an allusion to Ezekiel 37. Though it wasn’t directly based on the Bible story, the fact that I read it as such made me see the familiar story in a new light from the bones’ eyes. The combination of humor, dialect, and power made this story a win!

Endings and Such

I hope that you enjoyed the contest as much as I did and that you choose to participate in the next one! The plan is to start the contest early November, most likely the 6th, so be on the lookout for that. I know it’ll be NaNoWriMo, which could complicate things, but I hope you are able to make time for the contest anyway.

Want to see a man wrestle with his honor, his duty to his tribe, and his love for his son? Go check out “The Will of the Sky”!

Did you like the story and/or the contest entries? Do you have a suggestion for my contests? Let me know in the comments!

Water-Themed Prompt Contest and Havok!

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Today is the day! My story “Stealer of Secrets” is now officially published on Havok Publishing’s website!

“Stealer of Secrets” is based on a 70’s song (let me know if you can guess which one!). It’s about a telepathic girl despised by her people who dedicates her life to saving those trying to commit suicide, and in the process, she just might be saved too.

Unfortunately, the story is on the website TODAY ONLY. On Havok’s website, each story is posted for one day to the public, and a new story takes its place the next day. Once that special day is over, only Havok members can view the story. So, unless you’re a Havok member, if you want to read “Stealer of Secrets,” go to Havok’s website now.

Prompt Contest

That’s not the only exciting news I have, though. To celebrate my acceptance on Havok’s website, I hosted another prompt contest, similar to the one I did when I launched my blog. In this case, though, the prompts were water-themed, and the stories had to be under one-hundred words. The theme came from the fact that both “Stealer of Secrets” and the story I’m posting on my blog next week, “One Way,” revolve around water!

If you missed the contest, here are the posts I made, including all the incredible entries I received.

I didn’t want to choose just one winner from the entries, but that’s how a contest works. So, without further ado, here are the winners.

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The Blog Launch Prompt Contest!

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My blog has launched! 😀 (Obviously, because you’re reading this right now.) In preparation for the launch, I hosted an Instagram contest where I asked for three-sentence stories in response to picture prompts.

If you missed the contest, here are the links to my posts. Then, you can see all the incredible entries.

I don’t think I realized quite how hard it would be to choose winners for these three-sentence stories. The entries were so amazing and unique, and they all deserve to be spotlighted. But I said I would pick a winner for each, so here I am.

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