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Make It Golden Contest – Post Your Entries!

THE THIRD ANNUAL MAKE IT GOLDEN CONTEST OPENS RIGHT NOW!

The MAKE IT GOLDEN contest is designed for unpublished authors who are polishing up their entries for RWA’s Golden Heart Contest. We all know how important a strong opening line is in grabbing the attention of Golden Heart judges, and this contest is a great chance to test yours out!

Check out the past Make It Golden contests here.

Just post your romance manuscript’s first fifty words (with the word ENTRY in all caps at the top),  and you’re in the running to win the grand prize: having the Rubies pay your $50 Golden Heart entry fee!  (Full prize list and complete rules follow below).

Anyone eligible to enter the 2013 Golden Heart (see RWA’s rules here) is eligible to enter (except Rubies, of course), and the best part is, there’s no entry fee. It’s COMPLETELY FREE to enter, but only the FIRST ONE HUNDRED ENTRIES CAN QUALIFY, so don’t delay!

PRIZES:

FIRST PRIZE: $50 Golden Heart entry fee paid for you by the Rubies

SECOND PRIZE: A 25-page critique (any genre) from RITA Award winning author (and most excellent Ruby) Darynda Jones

THIRD PRIZE: A beautiful Ruby Slipper Ring Holder to remind you that you’re not alone on the yellow brick road.

 

 

 

 

 

 

OFFICIAL RULES — PLEASE READ CAREFULLY:

  • Finalists and winners from last year are welcome to enter again, BUT ALL ENTRIES MUST BE NEW!
  • We will only accept the first 100 entries.
  • Due to the entry cap, only ONE entry per person will be accepted for this year’s contest. This means even if you are planning on entering more than one manuscript in the Golden Heart, or write under multiple pen names, you will have to choose which manuscript you want to enter. We want to be fair to all participants and give everyone an equal opportunity to participate.
  • Starting at 12:01 a.m. on September 24th (that’s right now!), entrants will post the opening of their manuscript, 50 words MAXIMUM, in the comments box. Start by typing the word ENTRY in all caps so we don’t miss it. Please do not leave us hanging in the middle of a sentence! Find a good stopping hook (at 50 words or less) and use that. PLEASE NOTE: THIS IS A CHANGE FROM LAST YEAR’S RULES where we were only accepting the first line.
  • The word ENTRY does NOT count towards your 50 word limit. This is just so we can identify it as an ‘official’ entry.
  • Any entries that violate these rules (go over the 50 word limit, do not start with the word ENTRY, or more than one entry from the same person) will result in being disqualified.

Ten finalists will be listed on the blog at 12:01 a.m. EST on Monday, October 3rdENTRANTS SHOULD CHECK THE RUBY BLOG AS EARLY AS POSSIBLE ON OCTOBER 3rd TO FIND OUT IF THEY HAVE FINALED. It is entirely the entrant’s responsibility to check the blog to see if he or she is a finalist.

The ten chosen finalists will have the rest of the day, until 12 midnight EST on October 3rd (in other words, almost 24 hours), to post an expanded entry, starting with that fabulous 50-word opening, and continuing with the next consecutive lines up to a MAXIMUM TOTAL of 250 words. (Really, a maximum of 250. Any more than that, and we have to disqualify the entry.) Again type ENTRY in caps at the top and post your expanded entry.

The three winners will be announced on the blog October 8th.

 

144 responses to “Make It Golden Contest – Post Your Entries!”

  1. ENTRY

    Heaven — in the form of a cozy birthday dinner for two, followed by some dancing and a little naughty sex — would just have to wait, because despite her best intentions, Erin Mannering was still undeniably, unequivocally … single.

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  2. ENTRY

    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.

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  3. ENTRY

    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.

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  4. Ginger Ring says:

    ENTRY

    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.

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  5. Kat Latham says:

    ENTRY

    Rachael’s date had a nose shaped like a butt and a long string of melted cheese clinging to his goatee.

    The cheese swung pendulum-like as Steve lectured her on the importance of open communication in relationships, and how his ex-wife (“The Nazi”) had refused to accept his blunt honesty.

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  6. Leslie says:

    ENTRY

    The topic of murder made for poor courting conversation, but it did not temper the way Lady Constance Eliot studied the inspector as he scrubbed the morning’s work off his hands nor hinder the almost corporal longing that demanded her attention, the craving for his touch.

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  7. Kali Robaina says:

    ENTRY

    Waking up in the middle of a pitched battle was not what Rho expected. Not again, she thought, I’ve been taking my medication. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to force herself to shift again. She wasn’t really sure if the gun shots distracted her or the explosion.

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  8. Carla says:

    ENTRY

    I stared at the sparkling diamond in the pretty blue box. “What’s this?”

    Across the table, Josh all but levitated out of his chair. “It’s a ring.”

    “Looks like one,” I said, nodding, my body going numb from my chest outward. “What’s it doing here?”

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  9. I’m not going to comment on anyone’s entry because they’re all freaking amazing. You ladies have set the bar extremely high, and I can see we Rubies are going to have a heck of a time deciding on the top ten. Way to go!

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  10. Okay, these are all fabulous! Good luck everyone! Can’t wait to see who the finalists are 🙂

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  11. Piper says:

    ENTRY

    Whenever Ruby Bledsoe went into the small town center of Winslow, she always made sure that someone of at least equal size and stature accompanied her. This time, it was her younger sister by two years, Mags. Mags was tall and willowy and no one would dare mess with her.

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  12. ENTRY

    Charlene Gentry didn’t know what to expect when she died. She wasn’t necessarily an evil person, so would heaven welcome her? She wasn’t an angel, either, so would hell be her destination? Not that she had a choice, but she assumed those were her only two options.

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  13. Selena Fulton says:

    ENTRY

    With blue lights flashing, Liam Franklin and his partner, Rick Sweat, approached the wooded area behind the high school. Several squad cars blocked Old Middleburg Road, and even with the darkening sky promising a severe thunderstorm, a crowd of students gawked at the scene.

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  14. ENTRY

    Alsace, Eastern France, 1903

    The triple crash that echoed through the tall, timber-framed house killed one man and damned another. The first blow was metal against skull, followed by the crack of the victim’s head against the corner of an iron stove. The final blow was an act of mercy.

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  15. ENTRY

    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.

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  16. ENTRY

    Only ten more paces to go. Ten measly hop-like steps and Nick Donovan would be home free. Sure, he’d barely dried off from his shower. His hair was soaked and the rest of him, don’t ask. But his dad’s well-worn leather recliner sat like the brightest beacon.

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  17. June Love says:

    Like Laurie, I’m going to refrain from commenting on each entry. They are all fantastic. Tough job ahead for the Sisters.

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  18. Jillian Lark says:

    ENTRY

    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.

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  19. Meggan McQuaid says:

    ENTRY

    “Callie, you’re drooling.”

    “I am not,” Callie said, closing her mouth. She pushed her whiskey-colored curls off her face and wiped her chin with her sleeve.

    “I’ve been waiting for you get out of the doorway, wondering why you need a handkerchief so badly. But then I noticed. Him.”

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  20. Hellion says:

    ENTRY

    “What do you mean he’s dead?”

    Dr. Broderick Cornelius Thornton III could not believe what he was hearing, even though he’d made the young man repeat it twice already. Even when he shouted the question. He never shouted. He was steady, calm, unflappable in the face of crisis.

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  21. Heather Boey says:

    ENTRY

    “Found you.”

    Kyme cursed as the kiss of cold steel pressed against her throat. A deep chuckle of masculine triumph brushed her ear. Damn. Her hand reached for the blade under her pillow.

    No one caught her off-guard. No one. This male would pay.

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  22. ENTRY

    The woman shouldn’t have been in the thick of battle. But she rose out of the acrid smoke, perched on horseback and wearing a scarlet cavalry coat.

    Angelstone ducked beneath the whistle of cannon artillery as it pounded into the ranks, blasting the earth.

    The woman on horseback didn’t flinch.

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  23. Renee Henry says:

    ENTRY

    Veronica held her breath, leaned over a River Street trash can, and dug in. Sticky candy wrappers, yesterday’s news, plastic cups dripping with booze and backwash and barf. That’s what she had to get past if she wanted to eat.

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  24. Gwyn says:

    OY! If all 100 entries are like these, I’ll be needing a strong analgesic and a stiff drink to help me choose!

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  25. ENTRY

    The good Lord made babies cute for a reason, but for the life of her, Olivia Marks could not see it anywhere in the red-faced, wailing infant on her shoulder. “Hush, Annabelle, hush,” she soothed, bouncing the fussing baby as she paced the creaky floorboards of the old craftsman-style house.

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  26. Heidi Luchterhand says:

    ENTRY

    Stephanie Beckwith walked away from her mailbox a free woman – and miserable.

    Call her old-fashioned, but she thought it should require more than one spouse’s pigheadedness and a form letter in the mail to dissolve a marriage. Especially one that had lasted fifteen years and produced two children.

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  27. Kate Robbins says:

    ENTRY

    The horse screamed and a chill shot down her spine. Brèagha. Aileana Chattan snapped her book closed, raced to the window and threw open the shutters. She placed her hand on her chest. Thank God they were finally home.

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  28. ENTRY

    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.

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  29. Sonali Dev says:

    ENTRY.

    “Vikram!” The name rang in her ears and slammed against her chest. Ria Parkar sat up in bed, disoriented, her heart pounding. Had she screamed out his name? Or had it stayed wrapped up inside her? All she knew was that she wanted to hear it again.

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  30. Laura K Johnson says:

    ENTRY

    Someday, if he didn’t die first he’d figure out what it was women wanted.

    Hoyt McKenna let go a string of cuss words into the wind as he cracked the throttle on the Harley Davidson he rode like a madman. He felt like a fool. Hell, he was a fool.

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    • Laura K Johnson says:

      ENTRY,

      Someday, if he didn’t die first he’d figure out what it was women wanted.

      Hoyt McKenna let go a string of cuss words into the wind as he cracked the throttle on the Harley Davidson he rode like a madman. He felt like a fool. Hell, he was a fool.

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  31. ENTRY

    If all the world’s a stage, I must have missed the casting call.

    Kneeling on the drab wooden floor, Sierra Duvall arranged her painting kit beside her as she gauged the damage to her work. Striplights glared overhead, illuminating the 1950s decor which comprised the set for Moon Over Buffalo.

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  32. Sabrina Shields says:

    ENTRY

    She’d been born into the world’s worst job. Barely able to stand herself, Aisa couldn’t fault the man before her for wishing her dead. But it wasn’t her time to die. She would know; she was Fate after all. Well, one of three Fates to be precise. The deadly one.

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  33. ENTRY

    Zenobia Lysystrata Jones, Zena to sympathetic friends with family issues of their own, gasped for breath as she struggled out from under the crushing avalanche of old newspapers threatening to smother her. She couldn’t fail, she had to find those documents before it was too late.

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  34. Pamala Owldreamer says:

    Caitlin O’Brian hurried out of the grocery store and shivered as the blast of frigid air whipped the spitting pellets of ice and snow in her face.The storm was moving in faster than predicted,She hoped she could make it home before the worst of it hit.
    Glancing up to get her bearings in the wind whipped snow and ice,she stopped dead in her tracks as a tall stepped out of a Hummer and headed toward the entrance to the store.
    “Damn,she swore and ducked her head hoping she could reach her vehicle before he recognized her.It was just her luck to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.Of all the people in the world,Symon Branigan,her ex-fiance was the last man and the only the man in the world she wanted to see.
    Ducking her head she hurried toward her truck praying she could reach it before he recognized her only to slip and fall backwards toward the frozen ground.
    Strong arms wrapped around her and before she hit the ground.The familiar feel of his arms wrapped around her flooded her with memories of the pain she felt when he had walked out her with no explanation of why or where he was going only two days after giving her an engagement ring.That was five years ago and he could still take her breath away.
    “Damn it to hell,Branigan,get your hands off me!”Caitlin growled as she tried to shove him away.
    “What’s your hurry,Cat.I’ve come a long way just to see you.”Caitlin managed to wriggle free and take a step backward.
    She didn’t plan it,hadn’t intended to do any more than walk away,but her Irish temper took control and before she could rethink it her fist swung up like a slow motion scene in an action movie and connected with his grinning mouth in a satisfactory crunch rocking his head backwards.
    “Keep your hands off me Symon.I don’t want to see you,talk to you,or have anything to do with you.
    She started to walk past him,but he reached out as quick as a snake and pulled her into an embrace.
    “Not so fast Cat.I came back for you as soon as I could.You are mine and I am yours,That has never changed.All I am asking is a chance to explain why I left and couldn’t tell you at the time. I loved you then,I have always loved you and I will always love you.Please give me a chance,give us a chance.”
    One hand caressed her cheek,the other cupped her chin as he lowered his head kissed her,his lips soft and warm against hers.She had no intention of letting him kiss her or responding to him,but liquid fire flashed through her body and she wanted him,here in the wind whipped snow and ice,she wanted his hands on her,wanted her hands on him as the love she had for him washed over her blew through her and melted her heart with the memories of what they had been surfaced as if no time had passed.
    They stood in the freezing parking lot wrapped in each others arms as the memories of another time and place drifted away and had no meaning for them.Only the now mattered.

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    • Amanda Brice says:

      We’re only taking the first 50 words at this point, so would you like to resubmit with just your first 50 words? Please remember to put ENTRY at the top, so that our automatic software will pick up your entry for the voting. Failure to do so will result in disqualification.

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  35. Sonya says:

    ENTRY

    Emma Granger needed a man. Or to be more precise, she needed his lips. There was only one man she could think of to ask for this kind of help. Hadn’t he said she could always count on him in a time of need?

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  36. Cate Hart says:

    ENTRY
    “Don’t move.” I lifted the brass bow to my shoulder, my focus trained on the apple atop Henri’s head.
    With his back against the stable wall, Henri swallowed. “You sure Katya fixed the power increments, non?”
    “I’m sure.” I drew the string of flexible, coil-like electrum taught.

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  37. ENTRY

    I was born knowing. That is not to say I was born all knowing but rather I came into this world having the memories of my people. This understanding made me older than everyone on the day I was born. Yet, I was still an awkward, growing and developing child.

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  38. Sarina says:

    ENTRY
    “Open your eyes.”
    A deep voice beckoned Chayse towards consciousness, the timbre unfamiliar, just like the scent of her surroundings every time she inhaled. Her head ached, as if caught in a vice grip while two sledge hammers struck it simultaneously, in opposing directions.

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  39. I LOVE THIS!!! I’m so excited for all of our entrants. Good luck, all!

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  40. Matea says:

    ENTRY

    There’s one girl. One special girl that’s meant to make a difference. One girl that had as many lives as stars on the sky. One girl who will be worshiped if she wins, and dead if she looses. World’s destiny is in her arms.
    Wanna hear a secret?
    That girl is me.

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  41. Patty Hoffman says:

    ENTRY

    The crowd, once amenable, had moved through agitated and was well on its way to pissed off. Doogan knew his next move would likely get them there. He motioned the bulldozer driver to keep going and, on cue, heard voices behind him escalate in outrage.

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  42. ENTRY:

    Violet tapped at her pocket watch. It ticked as reliably as usual. “It’s nearly half past. Signorina Giannetti’s note said noon, correct?”

    “We’re precisely on time, my lady.” Her partner, Mrs. Sybil Rinehart, scowled as she yanked at her gloves. She would never leave guests untended for so long.

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  43. ENTRY

    My hope for a fresh start in Henlow Valley vanished the moment I heard Laura Westlake had disappeared, was probably dead. And I was living in her house.

    Not at all how I envisioned the start of my junior year.

    And it only got worse from there.

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    • jean maxwell says:

      Catherine,

      I want to buy this when it comes out. Please put me on your list. Your telling of this story will be an interesting read. good luck. jean

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  44. Marie Turgeon says:

    ENTRY

    When Cane kissed her, Raven felt as if her dull grey world slowly filled with color again. It started on the tip of his lips and flowed through hers until she was so full of color and beauty from head to toe that she felt she could explode.

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  45. Kelley says:

    ENTRY

    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.

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  46. Monique says:

    ENTRY:
    A century had passed since Colin MacGregor had killed his wife.
    One hundred years later the agony still flowed through his veins like shards of glass. Colin threw his head back and shut his eyes against the memory that sliced through him.

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  47. Wow, this is going to be tough! These all look awesome…and now I’m looking forward to judging the Golden Heart, too – might have to go sign up now. 🙂

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  48. Terri Osburn says:

    I need a “Like” button on all of these. Thank goodness I don’t have to pick a winner! You ladies are not going to have an easy time of this. LOL!

    And I’m with Anne Marie. These have me excited to judge the GH again.

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  49. Mary says:

    ENTRY
    Within the deep shadows, he stood unseen, watching as she slept. She pulled the long pillow beside her and relaxed into it as if it were a lover. The air rushed into her lungs as she took a deep breath and slipped into the blissful sleep of dreams.

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  50. Mystic Wyngarden says:

    ENTRY

    The sliding door of the neglected old yacht grated, wood scraping against metal, as she nudged it the rest of the way open with her toe. She squinted into the dim interior, wary of spiders and other creatures that thrived in abandoned places.

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  51. Jenn! says:

    *whistles*
    This is going to be tough. These are ALL great entries! I am so looking forward to this.

    Great job, everyone!

    Jenn!

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  52. ENTRY

    Jared Harper was suffocating.

    He hooked his thumb underneath the knot of his silk tie and tugged. The stiff, navy blue suit was foreign and constricting. His throat closed against the stagnant, recycled air. Life inside an office instead of out in the field was going to be an adjustment.

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  53. Margie Senechal says:

    ENTRY:

    “Simon,” Mom calls down the hall. “If you make us any later I’ll—.”

    You’d think we were having lunch with someone more important than her latest boyfriend. Now that she’s reached the critical get-to-know-my-son juncture in this relationship, she’s a little on edge. Or ready to jump off one.

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  54. Rachel Bates says:

    ENTRY

    A low growl rumbled from the backseat of the car. Cara Medlen glanced over her shoulder at the white dog crouched against her black upholstery and smiled. He was a sorry sight, with ribs and hipbones jutting through his mangy coat.

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  55. Jodelle Brohard says:

    ENTRY

    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.

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  56. Maura Troy says:

    ENTRY

    Rain slashed at her as lightning streaked the night sky. Thunder exploded, and Marcy was thrown as Ginger bucked in terror. Hitting the ground hard, she rolled away from the mare’s pounding hooves. Across the meadow, she saw Deke go flying from the back of his thrashing stallion.
    “Deke! No!”

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  57. Samantha Jones says:

    ENTRY

    The pain is excruciating. Each erratic beat of my crippled heart is a betrayal. At fifteen, I’ve lived longer than expected. I need more time to find her. I’m the only one who can. She could die without me, and all I’ve loved and lived for will perish.

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  58. Wendy Beck says:

    ENTRY

    “I lost my ampersand.”
    I checked under the desk, twisting my hair out of my face, wondering if Paige heard me. She was back in the Halls of Creeps and Crawls, as it’s lovingly dubbed; the shuffling of branches telling me she was head first in the rat snake’s habitat.

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  59. Jaye Garland says:

    ENTRY

    Wyoming 1894
    Wide, black eyes of the lead horse stared into hers, the bit tight in his teeth. Strings of nasal equine sweat hung on the dust fouled air, the lathered steed all but upon her. Fear anchored Angel Rose Reed’s feet even as screams of terror threaded her mind.

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  60. Wow, these entries are amazing! Congratulations to all of you.

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  61. Anne Barton says:

    Fabulous entries! They all make me want to read more…

    Good luck, everyone!

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  62. Catherine Lawrence says:

    ENTRY

    Revenge required precision. Good thing he’d schooled himself to a bottle of wine. ‘Twas fine, indeed, leaving barely a headache this too-early morning.

    Practice was improving his confidence, though whisky might be better. Stomping into his boots, Tom Caldwell lit a taper, amazed his breath didn’t set the room ablaze.

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  63. Kim Law says:

    So looking forward to seeing who wins this year! These are fabulous entries! Good luck everyone!!!

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  64. ENTRY:

    “What was wrong with her?” Max licked powder off a Friar Tuck’s jelly donut, watching me slash a red mark through the name of the last hairstylist interviewed. “You don’t like beauticians who wear leather miniskirts and spiked boots up to their doodah?”

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  65. ENTRY

    Two o’clock. Four years ago. Taylor Randolph held the world in his hands. A wife. A son. Happiness. Before the clock chimed again that day, everything had been ripped from his hold. Smashed and obliterated along with his plans for the future. All because of one car ride. One intersection.

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  66. Debbie says:

    ENTRY

    Margaret Winchell turned irresistibly toward the men’s boisterous laughter as they discussed Lincoln’s war, but it was the handsome blonde stranger with the smiling green eyes who snagged her gaze. Empathy made it impossible to begrudge that it was her sister who held his attention – her married sister.

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  67. Diane Gieler says:

    ENTRY

    “Come on Kota, tell me your not still in bed? It’s after 10:00 and I need coffee.” Grrr “I’m not still in bed. It’s a figment of your imagination. Go make your own damn coffee.” I’d been up half the night listening to my new
    neighbor next door move in.

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  68. Linda Gilman says:

    Entry Lancelot Jones gave the door of the cabin three solid knocks. The latch lifted and in the next instant sudsy water soaked him from head to toe. His hands stroked his face removing excess suds. “I wasn’t expecting such a reception.”
    The lady in the doorway gasped. “Oh, my gosh.”

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  69. Shari Slade says:

    ENTRY

    Claire slowed as she approached the chic bistro so she wouldn’t be out of breath when she entered. She smoothed her hands over her skirt and reached for the door knob only to find it locked. A note was taped to the glass “closed for the day, emergency repairs.”

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    • Elise Hayes says:

      So many cool entries! I’ve read the first and last (up to the point of this posting) and will now go skim the ones in between.

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  70. Kate MacEachern says:

    ENTRY:

    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.

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  71. Krista Hall says:

    ENTRY

    Her twenty-seventh birthday dawned hot, ordinary, and unacknowledged. She turned off her alarm with a well-aimed fist to the snooze bar. In the half light of early morning there were no choices to make, only routine to follow.

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  72. Pamala Owldreamer says:

    Pamala Owldreamer:
    September 24,2012 at 4:57 PM
    Entry
    Caitlin O’Brian hurried out of the grocery store and shivered as the blast of frigid air whipped the spitting pellets of ice and snow in her face.Frowning she glanced up at the dark grey clouds.The storm was moving in faster than predicted.Grimacing,she clutched her shopping bags against her and hoped she could make it home before the storm hit. Tucking her head against her chest,Caitlin hurried toward her vehicle.
    Glancing up to get her bearings in the thickening snow,she stopped dead in her tracks as a tall man climbed out of a black Hummer and headed for the entrance to the store.
    “Damn”,she swore and ducked her head,hoping she could reach her truck before he recognized her. It was just her luck to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.Of all the people in the world,Symon Branigan,her ex-fiance was the last man and the only man in the world she wanted to see.
    Tucking her head deeper into the hood of her thick coat,Caitlin hurried toward her truck praying he wouldn’t recognize her.Raising her head briefly to get her bearings in the thickening snow she ducked her head back down as she hurried past him only to slip and fall backwards toward the frozen ground.
    Strong arms wrapped around her before she hit the ice.The feel of his arms around her flooded her with unwelcome memories of his scent,the feel of him holding her against his hard body reminded her of what they had together.
    “Damn it to hell Branigan get your hands off me.I don’t want to see you,talk to you or hear anything you have to say.
    She started to walk past him and quick as a snake he grabbed her and pulled her back into his arms.
    “Not so fast Caitlin.I came back for you as soon as i could.You are mine and I am yours.That has never and will never change.All I am asking is a chance to explain why I left and couldn’t tell you why at the time. I loved you then,I love you now and I have always loved you and I will always love you.Please give me a chance,give us a chance.” One hand caressed her cheek,the other cupped her chin as he lowered his head and pressed his lips soft and warm against hers as his tongue slipped inside to caress and dance with hers.She had no intention of letting him kiss her or respond to him but liquid fire flashed through her veins and she wanted him,here in the wind whipped snow and ice covered parking lot. Caitlin wanted his hands on her,wanted her hands on him as the love she still had for him washed over her,blew through her and melted her frozen heart with the warm memories of what they had been to each other surfaced as if no time had passed.
    Pressing her body even tighter against him,Symon’s arms tightened around her and she surrendered to the feeling of being complete again.
    They stood in the parking lot of the Naknek general store as the Alaskan storm howled unheeded around them.Symon lifted his head and smiled down at Caitlin.”We need to get out of this weather.I’ll drive in front of you and make sure you get home safely. Caitlin lifted her head and gazed into Symon’s blue eyes.”I’m not letting you out of my sight again Branigan. How about you head to my…uhh our house and I’ll follow you.
    Symon grinned and gave her a quick kiss. “After you my lady.I love you Caitlin.Let’s go home”.

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  73. Elisa Beatty says:

    SO MUCH AWESOMENESS HERE TODAY!!!!!

    I want to comment on each and every one individually, but I can’t. But it’s going to be soooooo hard to chose just 10! (Can I read all these books? Please?????)

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  74. jean maxwell says:

    ENTRY
    WWI

    They caught her unprepared. Annie Jeffries wrenched her arms in vain. She couldn’t free herself from her sisters’ grasping grips. Still, she fought as they forced her head off her pillow, jerking her toward the side of the double bed the sisters shared.
    “I don’t want to marry yet.”

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  75. NANCY LARSON says:

    ENTRY:

    Tick tock. That damn clock. I feel it everywhere. On everyone. I feel their timeshadow of death. It calls to me, that moment, that incredible moment, that they will die. As I see the bumbling man holding her hand, her shadow quickly fading…I know it’s time to twist fate.

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  76. ENTRY
    CHAOS: Noun
    2a: A state of things in which chance is supreme.
    B: The inherent unpredictability in the behavior of a complex natural system.
    3a: A state of utter confusion
    Personally, I prefer my own translation of chaos as it relates to my current situation: Cops at Outlaw Biker convention.

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  77. Amanda Brice says:

    Just over an hour to go until the contest closes, so get those first 50 words in!

    To reiterate, it’s a maximum of the FIRST 50 WORDS ONLY in this round! Anything more than 50 words, and your entry will be disqualified.

    In the second round, we’ll be bringing back 10 of you to submit your first 250 words, but the foudn round is 50 words.

    If your entry has more than 50 words in this round, YOU WILL BE DISQUALIFIED!

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  78. Amanda Brice says:

    Oh, and all these entries are great. I agree with everyone else who said it’s going to be really difficult to pick just 10 finalists!

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  79. jannette spann says:

    ENTRY

    “Is there anything else, sir?”
    Jake was caught off guard, ‘wool-gathering’ his mom would have called it, but he’d been unable to take his eyes off the cashier since entering her checkout line. The high cheek bones and clear green eyes with arched brows were the first things he’d noticed.

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  80. Susan Leitz says:

    ENTRY

    Dreams can cause a man to want to sleep forever; they can cause a man to want to never sleep again.

    Alek knew he was dreaming. She was gone, except in his dreams. Now he fought with his cognizant self, refusing to allow himself to waken.

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  81. Patti Macdonald says:

    ENTRY

    Keeping secrets is hard work. Keeping secrets from my inner wolf is a zillion times harder.

    Wolfgirl demanded. Insisted. Persisted. She shoved against the cage, rattling me from the inside out. This battle wasn’t hers to win. I’m the human and I get to make the rules.

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  82. Barbara Conly says:

    ENTRY

    San Francisco, CA
    Three years after The Lie

    How do you know when a guy is the wrong guy? I mean, for sure? Because sometimes the wrong guy can feel so right.

    Take Jason Sebring.

    Jason was the hottest player, both on-field and off, at Woodrow Wilson Memorial High School.

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  83. Lea says:

    ENTRY

    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.

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    • jean maxwell says:

      Author interesting hook. Can you share the setting and place for a newbie writer. I’m getting a prison ship from England to Australia. Am I even close?

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  84. Carmella Baron says:

    ENTRY

    Caroline crumbled the document into a ball then hurled it into the fireplace. The gilded walls of the study seemed to mock her financial disaster. It took ten years to build Sheridan Manor to her exact specifications and only six months for her accountant to embezzle her entire savings.

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  85. Julie Barnard says:

    ENTRY

    Elena Rosales glared at her outstretched fingers. “Stop shaking!”

    The solution boiling over the Bunsen burner stilled.

    What the…? She stared at her reflection, mirrored on the liquid’s smooth surface, and then at her hands. She waved them over the beaker. “Boil.”

    The mixture immediately churned into a bubbling mass.

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  86. Regan says:

    ENTRY

    People were the only thing alive on space ships, so body odor rooted into everything. Her nose would bleed when she got planetside again. Give her polluted air and muddy water. At least they had life in them.

    So much peoplestink.

    Recycled, filtered peoplestink.

    And all of the people…prey.

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  87. Alexa Loran says:

    ENTRY

    Just one road runs straight through the middle of New Hampshire’s White Mountain National Forest: Route 112–the Kancamagus Highway. And it’s not really even a highway, more a narrow, two-lane road. There aren’t any gas stations along the thirty-eight mile drive. Or fast food restaurants. Only woods.

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  88. Mia Celeste says:

    ENTRY:
    Nobody said as much, but Jenvee assumed her fatal flaw–her affinity with the night particles–made her first choice for the tunnel crawl when the lights in New Theta’s Third Ward flickered and went out.

    She wouldn’t ask. Not in the middle of a crisis. Not ever, really.

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  89. ENTRIES ARE NOW CLOSED!!!!

    Thanks to everyone who entered. Stay tuned on October 3rd for the finalist announcements!

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  90. Rachel Simeone says:

    ENTRY

    “Clara.” The man behind her murmured her name, his low, lightly-accented voice dredging up memories that Clara Dixon would have preferred to have forgotten. Involuntarily, goose bumps speckled her skin.

    The sounds of New York’s busy JFK airport receded as a shot of adrenaline surged through her.

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  91. Pamala Owldreamer says:

    Pamala Owldreamer
    September 25,2012 at 6:AM
    entry
    Caitlin’s ex-fiance was the last man and the only man she wanted to see.Symon pulled her into his arms,his kiss sending liquid fire through her.”I never stopped loving you Cat,marry me,now today.”His lips closed over hers as she breathed “I still love you,yes.

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  92. Pamala Owldreamer says:

    So many great beginnings.I had to post three times before I actually posted one the correct way.I think writing my last 165,000 word romance novel “Return In Snow”has made me slightly fuzzy in the brain.

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  93. hdune says:

    ENTRY

    Don’t think too much, it will come back—it’s like riding a bicycle. His hand slipped further up my torso, past the fluttering in my stomach to a bare breast desperately waiting to be fondled. He dipped down to kiss a pert nipple.
    “So why were you gay?” he asked.

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  94. Renee E. Michaels says:

    A man appeared out of the cluster of palms that protected Michael Santiago’s bungalow from prying eyes. The visitor’s gait was awkward as his boat shoes sunk into the last few yards of sand.
    John Anderson.
    Michael would recognize that walk anywhere.

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  95. Dee Gibbens says:

    ENTRY

    “NOOOOO!” His eyes flew open. He prayed that it was all a bad dream: a horrible nightmare from which he would wake and be in their bedroom, in their bed, with Eve in his arms. Suddenly her arms were around him; but this wasn’t their bedroom; it wasn’t their bed.

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  96. Pamala Owldreamer says:

    So many great beginnings posted.I am happy that I finally posted my 50 word beginning of “Return In Snow”correctly and I am looking forward to reading all of the entries for the 250 words.

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  97. Lisa says:

    ENTRY

    “Oh my god! Don’t look now, but that’s the man who has been stalking me!” Lily frantically whisper-shouted as she dragged the other waitress working with her that morning to the back of the diner.
    “Da-yum. I’d let him follow me home any time,” Amy replied, feet dragging.

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