- Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
- Silver James | @SilverJames_
- Mark A. Morris
- Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
- Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea
- Lauren Grinder
- Miranda Kate | @PurpleQueenNL
- Daniel Swensen | @daniel_swensen
- Mileva Anastasiadou | @happymil_
- Kel J. Heinen | @Aightball
- Nicola Cameron | @YesItsNicolaC
- Daelyn Morgana
- Angela Roe | @authorangelaroe
- Barbe Crabtree
- Keturah Lamb | @KeturahAbigail
Mary says: This story stays with you long after reading it - the anger and rage and driving need for vengeance is well defined. You were able to establish what your characters are just through description and action. Well done.
Keturah Lamb | @KeturahAbigail
Mary says: I love the search for a quiet moment and chaos always interrupting, and in that moment after peace is achieved, it is interrupted, but in a very sweet way.
Nicola Cameron | @YesItsNicolaC
Mary says: Having seen my dog rescue a kitten, this story stuck with me. It is well written and your Sheriff was quite inventive when it came to finding the kittens homes… and the ending was pleasant, and quite unexpected. Ironic indeed.
Special Mention This story made it all the way to the finals before I found out it was Siobhan’s and therefore ineligible… but what good is being judge if you can’t acknowledge a good thread whether it’s eligible or not?
Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
Mary says: From the first line you can sense the urgency, and the concern for Niklas, and the second paragraph really gives me a feel for the weakness and wooziness that comes with fever. Beautiful.
Mileva Anastasiadou | @happymil_
Mary says: Her story was well written and very well executed. It tells a great story with incredible insight. I love the irony that the ‘she’ in the story was so focused on winning and getting what she wanted that her win was actually a loss. Too true, and very well done!
In a way she had warned me:
“The cake is not infinite. You have to make sure you grab the largest piece.”
I didn’t take her seriously. I presented my objections jokingly, choosing to turn a blind eye to the metaphor she considered her life motto.
“I wouldn’t waste effort on a cake,” I said.
If I had looked at her at that moment, I’d probably have seen relief in her eyes; I wasn’t a threat.
Back then, we were friends. Nothing could separate us, or so I thought. In the hindsight, I consider myself naive for thinking she cared about me. She only cared, until I became competition.
That’s what happened when the cake appeared. I thought we’d be on the same side, that she wouldn’t let anything come between us, yet deep down I knew that claiming my share might make me an enemy. She grabbed a piece and swallowed it. Reluctantly, I reached for a tiny piece.
“This one’s mine,” she yelled.
All of a sudden, our friendship transformed into war; the small piece I held in my hand made hers smaller.
I left the room in disgust, handing her my piece.
Years have gone by and I still wonder sometimes if she still considers herself the winner
Congratulations Three Time Winner Mileva, and Honorable Mentions Daelyn, Keturah, and Nicola! Don't forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!
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