- Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
- Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea
- Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
- Nellie Batz | @solimond
- Kel J. Heinen | @Aightball
- Silver James | @SilverJames_
- Mark A. Morris
- Lauren Grinder
- Cara Michaels | @caramichaels
- Mileva Anastasiadou | @happymil_
- Keturah Lamb | @KeturahAbigail
- Daelyn Morgana
- Barbe Crabtree
- Mary Decker | @mishmhem
Silver James | @SilverJames_
Katheryn says: I love the voice of this one. The protagonist seems like a spitfire, and I like that she doesn't take her one night stand's shit and puts him in his place, in front of an audience! Leaves me wanting to see where their story goes next.
Katheryn says: The villain is intriguing - a vampire that goes through the trouble of getting donors but betrays them - what's her motivation? And the speaker - what leads a person to volunteer to feed a vampire in exchange for becoming one? There's a story behind both characters and this brief scene leaves me wondering where they came from, and where their story will lead.
Nellie Batz | @solimond
Katheryn says: In such a short piece, it's difficult to convey complex emotions but Philomena's conflicted feelings come through really well. A lot of personality comes through from both of the characters, and that leaves me wanting to know the rest of their story.
Cara Michaels | @caramichaels
Katheryn says: Awesome imagery! From the description alone, I can imagine the smells and textures the main character must be experiencing. There's intrigue, a mystery, and a larger story forming behind this scene, and I'm dying to know what it is. Both characters feel fleshed-out and like real people, something that isn't easy to convey in 250 words. Great job!
-No. That’s actually an arm.-
“I’m here.” Detective Ethan Mills’ voice came down the manhole to me, too far away for comfort.
I shut my eyes tight. Freaking the fuck out accomplished nothing.
“Get backup. We aren’t chasing a thief anymore.”
-That’s it. Don’t take it personally. Don’t make it personal. Detach emotion from the moment and—-
Something meaty thumped to the ground, scattering my determination to the four corners.
“Shit.” I reached blindly behind me for the ladder, the only way out. My fingers wrapped around something slightly softer than metal and I jerked away with a yelp.
“It’s me, Daya.”
His name was all I managed as he turned me toward him. I held my breath, nose buried against his rain damp leather jacket. His left hand crept under my hair.
“Breathe.” He gently squeezed the back of my neck. “You gotta breathe, hellcat.”
“Breathe before you pass out and land in the pile of bodies. How about that?”
I sucked in a shuddering breath and thumped his side with my fist.
“You’d really let me fall into that?”
His arms tightened around me, the only response I needed.
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