A rousing boo-yah for the winner of round 29, Matilda Maxwell! He/she has now been added to the list of all of the winners on the WRiTE CLUB 2012 results page
Once again, if you missed Monday’s post you might want to drop back and check it out because I detailed how we will transition from the regular bouts into the play-offs and the format we will use. Whether you’re a contestant moving on or just a voter, it’s a good idea to familiarize yourself with it so you don’t miss out.
Also, did you catch Nicki Elson blog post yesterday? Nicki is a former WRiTE CLUB contestant who took her 500 word sample she submitted in the last year’s competition (Art Gallery was her pen name), polished it up and it’s been accepted for publication in the debut issue of Insatiable, a new literary magazine by White Cat Publications. She posted about her experience and the part WRiTE CLUB played on her blog yesterday, so I hope you dropped by to congratulate her.
Just five more preliminary bouts to go!
Here are this rounds randomly selected WRiTER's.
Standing in the far corner, weighing in at 398 words, please welcome to the ring……..June Gloom.
I have attended several “Cons” with my husband over the years and enjoyed myself. These events have covered video games, anime and sci-fi. There have been times when I’ve also NOT enjoyed myself. Being a semi-attractive female at these things is dangerous, with a capital “D”. (Thanks for the warning, dear…NOT!) I’ve had my ass grabbed, my boobs grabbed (all “accidental”) and some VERY obvious staring and following. *squick* Not appropriate. At All.
What I’ve found at these events are a lot of kids dressed up in really bad outfits (I have a thing against cheap textiles, sue me) but KUDOS to them for showing up, and dressing up. It’s more than I can say for most adults at “special events” and clubs nowadays. These kids “try”. It seems most of the kids are hopped up on sugar (can you say Pixie sticks and Mountain Dew?) or at the very least, hormones–and running around like their leash is off for the weekend. (Well, to some exhausted parent, I’m sure it is!)
It’s terrifying, annoying, hilarious and a train wreck all rolled into one. Sometimes I like it, most of the time, no. I like the vendor rooms (because I can SHOP, duh!) and some of the displays (if I can get close enough to see them, I am Short, people, move!). Otherwise, I go for My Man. The Singular Most Important Person In My Life. I would do anything for him, as he does for me. He has been dragged to numerous fashion events and had to help out when others flaked (AND HARD) at events I’ve worked on. Bless his big heart, I do it for him. I compromise. He deserves it.
But, I draw the line at frippy cons- for example: faerie cons, cons that have the word “vagina” in them, and other randomness that is under the guise of “let’s dress up and get wasted, and HOPEFULLY get laid or learn how to write about getting laid in a pool of blood and shredded fae”. Oh SNAP! Enough. Shall we start a con for lint? YAY! Let’s all dress up like lint, because We Can. YAY. It’s Lint Con 2012. *headdesk* (This also applies to music festivals: Sasquatch? Really?! Wasn’t Lollapallooza enough, people?!)
But, seriously, if it floats your boat, I say do it. Just don’t invite me. kthxbai.
And in the near corner, weighing in at 496 words, let me introduce to you ……..Stargirl09.
Mama and Daddy don’t know this about me, but every night since I was sixteen I’ve been sneaking out of the house. At first, I did it just to get away from them. They’d keep me locked up in a cage if they could. But that night, the night of my eighteenth birthday, I did have a particular destination in mind. A small bar named Earl’s.
It was already late, probably around nine thirty or so, because I remember the stars in the sky were bright and twinkling. I took my sweet time as I walked as if I was walking down a sidewalk made of gold. I could feel the earth through my worn sandals. I even got some dirt in them, but I didn’t give a damn. Mama and Daddy wouldn’t even notice that I was gone for two whole hours, and that was enough cause to enjoy my night out. No one could tell me anything when I was out on my own. I was my own woman. I was Shelby Porter, 5’5; blue eyed with hair the color of whiskey.
Being outdoors, under the sky, was the only time I got to be alone. The only time I had with my thoughts, thoughts Mama and Daddy would’ve called vulgar. At home, all I ever talked about with them was boring school stuff or boring bible study stuff.
That’s why I liked Earl’s Bar. I got hit on a lot by men. Not boys like at school, real, tall, handsome men. That night I thought about one man in particular. His name was Richard, Richard Johnson, even thinking about him now makes me smile. The way he’d flirt with me, he had to be the worst of them all. He’d walk up to my table with his guitar slung over his broad shoulders, pull out a chair, and sit while I tried hard to pretend I didn’t see him. He’d lick his full, brown lips and smile anyway.
Richard was only twenty-one, and I knew his mama well. She used to babysit me. I’d always had a crush on him.
“You’re Josephine’s girl?” he asked me the first time I snuck into Earl’s.
I was so shocked that a man as good-looking as him would talk to me; all I could do was nod and tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear.
He eyed me while he chewed on the end of his toothpick. “Do your mama and daddy know you’re here?” he asked.
“I’m almost eighteen,” I said. “Besides, my mama and daddy trust me.”
Every night after that, he’d always come over and talk to me. Although, I could tell he was flirting it wasn’t as outright as some of the other men who I wouldn’t have given the time of day anyway. Richard seemed nice enough, and when I walked into Earl’s the night I turned eighteen it was like I’d gone from a girl to a woman.
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