- Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
- Anne Chowdhury | @TwiAddictAnne
- Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea
- Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
- Daniel Swensen | @surlymuse
- Cate Derham | @Cate_Derham
- Silver James | @SilverJames_
- Barbe Crabtree | @ComeOnPeopl
- Kelly Heinen | @Aightball
- Nellie Batz | @solimond
- Mark Ethridge | @LurchMunster
Cate Derham | @Cate_Derham
T.M. says: This is a very interesting love story. You can garner that the main character feels deeply about Jake. From agreeing to meet to the final sentence, we understand there is something deeper at play here. Also, the suggestion that these characters worked together at some point, possibly while posing as a couple while undercover, is intriguing. Well done.
Nellie Batz | @solimond
T.M. says: I'm partial to good dialog with subtle gestures and actions thrown in to move the plot. I also like the premise of the story - a modern-day Genie in a lamp. However, my one small issue was that I saw how it would play out once I read the line about Aladdin's Lamp. My suggestion would be to describe in detail the lamp itself without eluding to the fact that it reminded her of the one from the movie.
Anne Chowdhury | @TwiAddictAnne
T.M. says: I really loved this. It would have been my winner, but the verb usage threw me. I would have switched watches to watched, points to pointed, etc. Having said that, I want to state that this author has the beginning of a great tale here. The last line had me disappointed it was over.
Silver James | @SilverJames_
T.M. says: There is so much emotion packed into this one 250 word story. Very well written! I want to read more. What happened to Smoke? Who is he to the main character? It's definitely captured my interest.
Her eyes felt like burning embers had been embedded in her lids when she rubbed them with the heels of her palms. No tears. They’d dried up hours ago. A firefighter from Station 58 walked up, stood beside her, silently watching the salvage and overhaul—only there was nothing to salvage.
“You should go home, Leigh.”
“Can’t. Not until I know for sure.”
“The captain got a call from the hospital. The old man is gonna be fine.”
“Good. That’s good.”
“C’mon. You need coffee. Red Cross is here.”
He herded her toward the canteen truck parked next to the R&R area set up for the firefighters and they stood in line. Others sidled up behind her.
“Who bought it?”
“Supposedly the asshole who set the fire. Serves the sonavabitch right.”
Leigh pivoted to confront the callous bastards—two cops stuck on guard duty and pissed about it. Before she could retort, a shout from the ruins had hope surging.
“Get the EMTs!”
She raced back, watched a man emerge, but it wasn’t Smoke. It would never be Smoke ever again. She had to accept he was gone. And her heart broke.
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