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Sometimes I have very complex reasons for doing things, but I don't say them very well. I want to thank my friend Dorie for pointing it out. As you may or may not know, I entered the Amazon Breakthrough Novel contest. They'll announce first round winners on February 28th. I have my book of short stories coming out, but that's a hurry up and wait kind of thing. I also have a story that made it through two rounds of readers with Andromeda Spaceways Inflight Magazine. They actually only accept 1/20 of the finalists but its hard not be a little excited and a lot of hopeful. Selling a story to Andromeda would bring me one step closer to SFWA membership. Part of writing is waiting. Hurry up, get this done... Now wait. So what are you waiting on? Does an agent have a full? Or maybe your just waiting to have something to submit. There's a boat load of frustration in that. So, I've decided to host a contest. In 150 words or less, write a story using the five words below. Leave your story in the comments. Also feel free to share what you're waiting on. Enter as often as you want between now and February 29th. The author of my favorite will win their choice of a $25.00 Amazon gift card or $25.00 in cash paid via Paypal. The economy sucks and I happen to be in a position where I haven't been effected by it. This may not always be the case, but while it is, I don't mind buying someone dinner. hullabaloo contest hurry up and wait kimchi beer
Jeremie
2/15/2012 02:45:11 pm
Plates
Steve was twitching and pacing up and down by the bus stop. A man riding an invalid carriage asked why he looked like he'd done a hullabaloo in his pants, so Steve apologised and stressed that it was because he was expecting a bus carrying Kim Chi, the hottest girl in school, who had finally accepted his proposal for a date. The invalid waved his shopping bag in the air and told Steve to man up. “Just hurry up and wait! Relax!” he shouted. “She'd be mad not to turn up for you, there's no contest!” He then offered Steve a warm can of beer. 2/15/2012 11:46:39 pm
Rangle used the neck of the empty beer bottle to force the last of the kimchi down Cord's throat. He stepped away and stared at the dead eyes staring back at him. Tearing his gaze away from the red, bloated face, he thought back to the contest, the one that created such a hullaboo. Who had the fastest dragster? Rangle thought he did, but when Cord beat him by a mile, he smiled, shook hands, and invited the winner over for an authentic Korean meal later in the evening. He felt like he had to hurry up and wait--get everything ready, then sit. Cord showed up at seven as promised. By seven fifteen he was dead.
Valerie
2/18/2012 12:27:24 am
Mr. Choi was crying again. I could hear him through the paper thin walls of my apartment, lamenting about how his wife had left him. He spent his days drinking beer and eating kimchi, until the reek of it was embedded in his very being. I could smell him from a mile away. 2/19/2012 10:03:31 pm
I'm waiting on some inspiration for my story. I'm currently deep into editing mode (something which I'm not that fond of) and miss a spark to keep me going.... or at least going quicker than this snail pace I currently have. Comments are closed.
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