- Mark Ethridge
- Steve Lodge | @steveweave71
- Silver James | @SilverJames_
- Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
- Angora Shade | @AngoraShade
- Nikki Prince | @authornprince
- Charles W. Jones | @ChuckWesJ
- Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea
- Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
- Shirley Penick | @shirley_penick
- Revo Boulanger | @RevoBoulanger
- Kel Heinen | @Aightball
- M.T. Decker | @mishmhem
- Cate Derham | @Cate_Derham
Silver James | @SilverJames_
Louisa says: She had me at wolf. What a line! “Her blue eyes glittered like sun glinting off a frozen lake and he shushed her by pressing a bottle of water into her hand.” Now that’s how you use figures of speech.
Revo Boulanger | @RevoBoulanger
Louisa says: This gem worked well on the surprise ending. Nice building of the suspense and pacing. There is a shift, change of feel right here: “The robe slides to her feet as Eva stands with one leg slightly raised like a Roman goddess.
Nikki Prince | @authornprince
Louisa says: The interchange, nuances and pacing within this piece make it stand out. I loved the twist on “the wrong side of the tracks and the wrong shade of skin,” and the syntax of “He leaned in close and kissed my lips again right, there in front of God and country and I held on for dear life, trying to stifle the moan that escaped at his wonderful touch.”
Angora Shade | @AngoraShade
Louisa says: Haunting, from the very first words. The crinkling of the age-stained paper captured my heart, and dragged me through. Now, I want them to open it! Great hook for the beginning of a piece.
Her hands shook a bit, feeling the hundreds of questions she’d buried deep returning to the surface. “What’s the point of this?” she asked.
Her cousin’s bored posture against the wall matched his tone of voice. “Beat’s me.” Clearly there were other places he’d rather be.
“That makes two of us,” Josie whispered.
John had shown up at the door much too early for a Sunday morning, the stretch of the sun still reaching over the horizon. Perhaps they were related, but she’d never heard of him, and she hadn’t seen her Uncle Rick Traydon since she was seven years old. Jodie didn’t know her family. Her mother had whisked her away and later died of illness before revealing the reason. She’d always wondered why she wasn’t allowed to visit. The uneven chicken scratch handwriting and his choice of words proved Uncle Rick must’ve been quite the character. She didn’t remember.
Jodie looked up at her cousin, watching him pick the dirt out of fingers. “Now what?”
John stood up a bit straighter, shrugged his shoulders, and said, “Open it.”
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