Announcing the Top-Ten Finalists of the 2012 MAKE IT GOLDEN Contest!!!!
Posted by Elisa Beatty Oct 1 2012, 1:06 am
Yes, we’re announcing the top ten MAKE IT GOLDEN FINALISTS this morning!!!
Apparently we put a little too much tipple in the punch for our Blog-oversary: our rules mistakenly said entrants to the MAKE IT GOLDEN contest should check back on “Monday, October 3.” Yeah, um, that was a carry-over from last year when there actually was such a date, so no doubt some of you are checking today (“Monday”) and some won’t get here until “October 3,” which is actually a Wednesday.
Sooooo….we’re going to announce the finalists today for those of you who were expecting to hear on Monday, but we’re extending the DEADLINE FOR POSTING EXPANDED ENTRIES until midnight EDT at the end of October 3 (i.e., very late Wednesday night). Many, many apologies for the confusion. Extra cupcakes all around.
Anyhow, the Rubies were thrilled and amazed by the fabulous opening lines so many of you submitted! We wish we could keep reading all of them!
Thanks to the power of voting, though, we did manage to narrow the field down to only ten. It was hard to leave so many fabulous entries behind, but we have a feeling we’ll be seeing many of them in published books before long!
For today, though, only ten can return to the field of battle.
The Top-Ten First Round Finalists will appear (in RANDOM ORDER) when you click on the arrow button below.
If you see your original entry, that’s your cue to enter your EXPANDED entry in one of the Comment boxes below today’s post. Don’t worry if it’s Tuesday or Wednesday when you do it–just put them in the Comments under today’s post, and you’re just fine. (Don’t put them in the comments box under Tuesday’s post or Wednesday’s post. If you stop by the blog on Tuesday or Wednesday, there’ll be a special link directing you over here.)
For your EXPANDED entry, include your original opening again, then continue with the sentences that follow until you reach a *maximum* of 250 total words. Please put the word ENTRY in all caps at the top again (and, no, that doesn’t count as one of your 250 words). Remember, if you go over 250 words, you’re disqualified, so COUNT CAREFULLY!!
Expanded entries must be entered by MIDNIGHT EDT on October 3 to qualify for the final round.
Thanks to EVERYONE who entered!!!
DRUMROLL PLEASE!!!!! THE TOP TEN FIRST-ROUND FINALISTS ARE (in random order):
A stupid, desperate chick and her money are soon parted. At least, that’s what my mom always says. Which might sound like a concerned mother, except she follows that with ‘so know how to make people feel desperate.’ She says if people are dumb enough to pay for a fortune teller located above a Mr. Wong’s Suds and Folds, then they deserve what they get.
Evil is real. I know because I’m getting ready to go to prom with the Devil’s son. Okay, his name’s not Damien. And he doesn’t have 666 branded on the back of his head, underneath his hair. Or at least I don’t think he does.
Fog stole around the hem of Emily Starling’s prison uniform, brown serge stamped with broad arrows. Her eyes sank closed for a moment, gritty with exhaustion. Rows of moored ships stretched along the wharves, masts rising toward the anemic dawn like a primeval forest.
Surely, they were warming a seat in Hell just for her. But if she faced eternal damnation for her sins, lusting after the gloriously handsome vicar would be the least of her offenses. Nevertheless, these covetous thoughts were wrong, and Olivia Petherton knew they must be stopped.
Ania Michaels knew dimples were her Kryptonite. And his smile, definitely belonged in a lead-lined box. Then maybe her limbs would function. Her face could lose the blotchy blush. And her weak-willed brain would remember she had no time, inclination, or stamina for any man–dimpled or not.
Her mother told her when driving in the country; beware of wildlife standing along the side of the road. Ava Rodgers didn’t think that would include a half-naked man leaning against a mailbox. The guy was so drop-dead sexy she couldn’t help but look.
Lady Selborne preferred to tuck truths away in her head where she wouldn’t misplace them like her appointment diary or her husband. The blackguard had disappeared after their hastily arranged marriage ceremony five years ago. It was the diary she wished to recover.
Given the choice between eternal damnation in the fiery pits of Hell and convincing her ex-lover to sign on as Smart Cupid’s “Man Candy Valentine”, Jane Wright favored selling her soul to the devil—at a discount.
The girl next to me had ignited several small fires with her bare hands, acting like she was special. Our destination was Camp Awakening. Our purpose: to master our powers in two weeks. Get it right, you could end up a hero. Get it wrong, you could end up dead.
I saw shadows of blood on my white tile wall despite the bleach. When I left—or died—they’d sterilize my hospital room from top to bottom and scrub me away, too, so no one else would be infected. The breath rasped in my chest, but no one heard.
Congrats, Finalists!!! We truly can’t wait to see what comes next!!