Janet Reid's Six of Crows Writing contest
Periodically, Janet Reid, bless her heart, gives us all, writers and writer-wannabes alike, a chance to impress her with our writing. Write a story in 100 words or fewer using these five words... I never expect to win, no matter how clever I think I am, which is good since I've never won one of her contests. I'm just glad I can write a story in 100 words (or less) using the five words.
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Friday, September 25, 2015
To celebrate the publication of the new Leigh Bardugo series, let's have a writing contest!
The usual rules apply:
1. Write a story using 100 words or fewer.
2. Use these words in the story: six crow spy secret weapon
3. You must use the whole word, but that whole word can be part of a larger word. The letters for the
prompt must appear in consecutive order. They cannot be backwards.
Thus: spy/spyglass is ok, but spy/soupy is not
4. Post the entry in the comment column of THIS blog post.
6. Titles count as part of the word count (you don't need a title)
Contest opens: Saturday 9/26/15 at 10am; Contest closes: Sunday 9/27/15 at 10am
Thomas Pynchon
answered the door holding a six-shooter.
"You the secretary?"
"Yeah," she said. "What's the weapon for?"
"Inspiration."
"Yours or mine?"
"You'll do. What's your name?"
"Benita Profane, but I'm called Benni."
For weeks they shared a table, crowded with piles of papers. She edited what he'd written for Boeing while he completely immersed himself in writing a novel. They rarely spoke.
When she had completed the job and was leaving he said, "Someday people will know your name."
Two years later she got a package in the mail. It was Pynchon's novel with a character named Benny Profane.
"You the secretary?"
"Yeah," she said. "What's the weapon for?"
"Inspiration."
"Yours or mine?"
"You'll do. What's your name?"
"Benita Profane, but I'm called Benni."
For weeks they shared a table, crowded with piles of papers. She edited what he'd written for Boeing while he completely immersed himself in writing a novel. They rarely spoke.
When she had completed the job and was leaving he said, "Someday people will know your name."
Two years later she got a package in the mail. It was Pynchon's novel with a character named Benny Profane.
Results: I didn't win, but I got special recognition: "V. Interesting!"
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