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- Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea
- Jo Hawk
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- Cara Michaels | @caramichaels
- David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
- Kel J. Heinen | @Aightball
- Monk Hulsey | @HulseyMonk
- Silver James | @SilverJames_
- Nellie Batz | @solimond
- Nicola Cameron | @YesItsNicolaC
- Mark A. Morris
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David says: You had a fantastic emotional arc for 250 words that was really tightly executed and well paced. The door skidding to a stop inches from Marie’s feet was a personal favorite moment.
Cara Michaels | @caramichaels
David says: “The raspy voice shaved a decade off my life” was a hard hitting line; well set up by the certainty Dr. Drummond was a corpse. There’s obviously a bigger story that includes Gemma, but I was still satisfied with what this flash gave me.
Monk Hulsey | @HulseyMonk
David says: The words you spent setting the scene were well invested for when you turned the story on its head at the end. Using the prompt as the final line that completely changes what we think we’re reading was an impactful application for it.
Nicola Cameron | @YesItsNicolaC
David says: Names that are just exotic enough while still being comfortable to pronounce combined with well crafted sentences give the piece a charming period characteristic without spending any word count on the period directly. For me the father-son dynamic in this one is rich and compelling. I particularly like the idea of Duncan letting Charlie help catch Fremder, even though the warhorse is trained to respond to voice commands. Your story was just fun to read and makes me feel good to think about.
Count Charles Busse dug one mud-encrusted boot into one of the courtyard’s cobblestones. “’es,” he mumbled.
“What did I tell you about that?”
Another twist of the boot toe. “He’s too big for me and I’ll get hurt.”
Duncan sighed. He loved his stepson, but Charlie had a knack for getting into trouble with his beloved horses. “Stop digging your boot into that cobblestone, son. Now, are you hurt?”
The boy looked up at him, blinking. “No, Da.”
“Good. Do you know where Fremder is?”
“In the garden, I think.”
Duncan tried not to imagine what the warhorse could do to his wife’s cherished garden. “I’ll get him. And then you’ll muck out his stall, clean his feed buckets, and groom every inch of him. Is that understood?”
The boy’s brown eyes filled with remorse. “Can I help you catch him, Da? It’s my fault he got out.”
Fremder was trained to come at Duncan’s call, but instilling a sense of responsibility would benefit Charlie more in the long run. “All right. But I need you to stay quiet and out of sight until I have him. Do you think you can do that?”
Duncan folded his arms. “And after you finish grooming Fremder ... it’s bath time.”
Charlie drooped at the mention of his nemesis. “Yes, Da.”
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