Writing Challenge #38

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WEEKLY CHALLENGE #38 – Enter for a Chance to Win!

  1. WRITE:  Three sentence story challenge! Write a story, any story, using only three sentences. It can be anything genre. Any theme. Have fun!

The winner of this challenge will receive the leather bound journal shown in the picture to the right AND the pen shown in the picture below it.  Challenge is open worldwide, but in the event a person from outside of North America wins the prize will be rewarded in the form of an Amazon gift card.

This challenge will be open for two weeks, closing on Tuesday, February 7th. 

INVITE YOUR FRIENDS! Not a requirement to enter, but we would absolutely love to see more people entering these challenges. So if you know any writers who might enjoy them, send ’em over!

2. COMMENT: You MUST comment on SIX other entries to qualify. If you do not, your entry will be disqualified from the challenge. Give and take… Keep the cycle going.

3. IMPORTANT In order to qualify, you MUST vote for your TOP TWO choices. If you don’t vote, you cannot win this challenge (even if you receive the most votes!). To vote, you need to reply to the email that goes out for the Weekly Challenges. In that email, if you scroll to the bottom, you will see all the information you need to vote for this challenge.

You must join our mailing list in order to receive the weekly voting email. 

4. DEADLINE: Tuesday, February 7th at 11:59 p.m. PST. Voting booth will open for this challenge on Wednesday, February 8th, and the winners will be announced the following Wednesday, February 15th.

CONGRATULATIONS: To the winners of Challenge #36… Patricia Crandall, Lina Rehal and Jay Heltzer

THIS CHALLENGE IS OPEN TO ALL MEMBERS!

Have fun!


Author Notes

214 Comments for “Writing Challenge #38”

Mary Cooney-Glazer

says:

Good morning. Did voting start last Tuesday on this challenge as originally noted?
No answer to my question posted on update page, so hoping for better luck here.
No email re voting, no updated info on this page re extension, so do we vote yet or not?
Any info much appreciated. Thanks. 😎

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Hooded and handcuffed, Nathaniel allowed himself to be led up the steps onto the scaffold; there was no avoiding the noose now. The new Eugenics Laws were inviolable. He unconsciously wiggled his fingers, wondering what demon his mother slept with that caused him to be born lefthanded.

says:

Hey, Dave,
Nice concept, this one. A crafty tale you’re working on, or simply a creative entry? Either way, nicely done, sir.

SR

Mary Cooney-Glazer

says:

Speedy airport security, on-time departure, and an empty middle seat were making this one of the easiest flights she’d taken in a while.

Then the overhead bin across the aisle snapped open during ascent, and a small bag spilled its contents.

She screamed when the large gun hit her armrest and bounced to the floor.

says:

I found the incessant chatter, crippling insecurity, emotional clamor and utter intolerance nothing short of fascinating. While I have read reports from respected colleagues, I cannot help, after first hand observation, but recommend we postpone a full Galactic Senate vote on the matter. I do not feel Earth is yet ready for admission.

Jay Heltzer

says:

Any chance we were inspired by the same thing? My first bit of curiosity is what is the alternative to the full vote? Probably something more devastating than a lack of resolve from the Galactic Senate. Colorful and fun.

says:

After a long reprieve in remission, Mary’s cancer returned to claim her. She put up the good fight, but within months she became a shadow of herself, her body weakened into a small thin skeleton. Her family wept as they gathered around her bedside to say goodbye.

says:

A very realistic story Becky. This scene happens too often in real life. Good writing.

Lloyd Poast

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Cassiopeia walked along the shores of Andromeda, searching for Orion. When she found him, kissing Athena behind a comet near the rings of Saturn, she turned and quietly slipped away. Knowing her “wish I may, wish I might” would never be, her eyes filled with stars and her heart fell into the moon.

charles stone

says:

My votes for Challenge #37 are Doug and Leah.

Tim Hillebrant

says:

What more did Gary have to do? He’d held Gina’s hand while two other relationships fell apart, then helped her pick up the pieces and put herself back together again. Was this effort to not just tell, but show, Gina the depths of his love going to be for nothing?

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La Vita Doman – Life at Home

Here I am at my new home at the Yates Estate and a sense of dread is coming over me. I am exploring the small, fenced-in cemetery on the ancient property and I tripped over a gravestone. Yet, did I trip or was I shoved by a demonical spirit?

Jay Heltzer

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Feeling isolated from everyone, he decided that Facebook was a lonely place, filled with haters and the self-absorbed. His final post announced that he was getting off of social media to reset his life and his priorities. No one read it.

says:

Pretty much the truth here, Jay….lol Haters and the self-absorbed don’t have time to read meaningful declarations. Good story in three sentences. 🙂 I deleted all my friends on Facebook and started over, trying to ask for friendship only from family and real friends last year. I cut out the riff-raff.

says:

An exhausted Janine tripped over her shadow and tumbled hard onto the asphalt, as a sea of bobbing pink t-shirts passed her. Groaning, she clambered back to her feet, inspected her knees for the minor gore of road rash, and ignored the sting of sweat drowning her overheated face. “I miss you, Mom,” she muttered and started again, one foot in front of the other, faster and faster, letting the wind cool her face.

says:

The pink shirts gave it away for me, as I picture this as a fundraiser run for breast cancer. I’m glad Janine didn’t give up and finished the race for her mother. I did an Alzheimer’s Walk last year for my Mom. I don’t think I could have handled a run!

Tovli Simiryan

says:

At Mother’s Grave…

…Remembering your smile and its simplicity made me think of the young willow tree we were assured would last forever. The gardener entrusted with its survival, had the same little smile when he whispered too easily: “I didn’t kill it. Its roots were always moist and it grabbed the earth like an offering—it simply grew for a while, shriveled, then withered away.”

Anisa Claire

says:

***Mine isn’t an official entry. Just wanted to join the fun!***

Winter has come to pass and spring is on its way. The snow melts, revealing the decay of the previous year. But under the weight of the past, growth and strength emerge, spiralling from so many unwritten stories long-buried with the vigour of sparkling inspiration.

Travis Baribeau

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The crisp air brushed my face as I navigated my way through the thick underbrush of the forest. I whistled a comforting tune to myself, trying to not think about how lost I was and if I’d ever find my way home again. When I made my way around a broad tree, I stumbled into a warrior pressed up against the trunk, and when I scanned the horizon, I saw a sea of battle-hardened soldiers nestled in the tree line.

Anisa Claire

says:

That’s creepy! I can imagine what this character must be thinking now that they’re not only lost but standing in between what appears to be the beginning of a war.

Kerry Hernandez

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As she stood in place waiting to see if he would accept what she had to offer, patiently as worry and trepidation flows through the center of her core. He turns around and pulls her into his loving embrace, holding and kissing her tightly as the tears flowed from the depths of their souls.

Tim Hillebrant

says:

Well done on a nicely written romantic piece. That moment of realization. It’s what makes writers write, philosophers ponder, and lovers do what they do. I like how very well you exemplified this.

Tim

Jay Heltzer

says:

So much emotion and passion crammed into a few sentences. Quite a full meal. In fact, you could have spread some of it out to that required third sentence. Compact and heartfelt, that’s for sure. Nice job.

Melissa Pierce

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The magic of being a kid dissipated as I strolled into my adult years. The harshness of reality brutalized my senses in the form of mundane living, large bills and dinner parties. Until one day I saw it and did a full circle back to childhood… a box of colored pencils.

Stephanie Anders

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As the winter moon shines brightly down, its rays search to bathe and console the broken soul below. It wraps her in its comforting embrace to sooth the shattering of her heart. The wind whisperpered softly with the moonlight as a witness, “Rest easy, child. The love that is lost will soon return, as this is the cycle of life

Mary Cooney-Glazer

says:

You used beautiful descriptive language here, Stephanie. The cadence and tone conveys both the girl’s sadness and the comfort from the sympathetic wind. Mary

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