- Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea
- Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
- Angora Shade | @angorashade
- Anne Chowdhury | @TwiAddictAnne
- Silver James | @SilverJames_
- Paul Piatt
- Olivia Starke | @OliviaStarke
- Mark A. Morris
- Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
- Keturah Lamb | @KeturahAbigail
- Mark Ethridge | @mysoulstears
- Kelly Heinen | @Aightball
- Daelyn Morgana
Mary says: There were a lot of great stories this week, as always, and I hate having disqualify any, especially when they’re good stories. However, the more entries we have, the more the rules come into play. Please, re-read the rules and make sure you follow them. Also, I know time is limited, but please read through your stories. I know I’m guilty of this, but when you edit- make sure you remove all the words you’re replacing and check to make sure the word you’re using is the correct word - it can be the difference between winning and just having a good story.
Olivia Starke | @OliviaStarke
Mary says: This was a fun story, where we never find out exactly what happens, but we see it repeat itself. It builds on the adage that every urban legend has something behind it.
Keturah Lamb | @keturahabigail
Mary says: I loved the by-play between the siblings and the fear of submitting something near and dear to us to be judged can be a powerful one. I loved the way you turned it on its ear at the end.
Mark A. Morris
Mary says: How can I not love a creepy zombie hooker? You drew me in and I had to read this one.
Silver James | @SilverJames_
Mary says: This story was beautiful and bittersweet. It stands on its own, hinting at a much bigger story that I would love to read. From the first line you drew me in and made me not only like these two but you made me want to know more about them. This is no mean feat in 250 words. You made everyone of them count.
“No!” The windows vibrated from that one snapped word. Roman’s fury swelled until no one breathed—no one but the little witch.
“That's what everyone says,” Verity insisted. Fearless now, she approached the gargoyle. She expected his chest to feel as cold as granite when she placed her palm against it. She found instead a beating heart and warmth seeping into her skin. When had she grown so cold?
“You cannot do this, little one. I refuse to allow it.” He gazed at her, drinking in her face, her wild tangle of hair. He would drown in her silver-blue eyes if she didn’t blink.
“This is my destiny, Roman. You know this…” She patted the spot over his heart. “Here.”
His hand covered hers, dwarfing it. “No.” His denial came on a sighing breath. Roman cupped her cheek, bent to kiss her. To hell with duty, with honor. Verity was his to cherish and protect.
Verity leaned against him then, absorbing his warmth. She would give him this night. And a day. A day spent together doing the things lovers did when in New Orleans. She understood that despite his centuries of living, this fragile thing growing in their hearts was as new to him as it was to her. She would take this time to make memories for both of them. Memories sweet enough to last eternity because that’s all they had.
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