Monday, July 2, 2012

WOOT! Follow My Lead Contest Winners & Stories

Oh my! I had no idea judging would be so difficult! (I'm sweating!) And fun (I'm wearing a huge grin!)! There were so many fabulous pieces, I wanted to award everyone. :))

Without further ado, here are the winners! I chose three place winners this month. 

Here's the prompt and image again. 

The streets of this restless city never slept...


1st Place: Angela Brown @ 296 words

The streets of this restless city never slept. Drunken tourists shuffled along, not a care in the world, bumping elbows into strangers. Offered beer breath laughter instead of apologies. Such lack of courtesy demanded attention, but not from me. In a flash-vision, I saw the young men seal their fate in the next bar. A brawl, preventable were it not for hot heads and alcohol-strained livers. A night in a cell would do them good

From my blue-lit balcony, I watched a couple walk arm-in-arm down the cobblestone lane, a woman who smiled mischievously up at a husband that was not hers. He leaned down to waiting lips and kissed her. An iridescent light cast a halo around his wedding band as he slipped it off his finger and into his pocket. Of the many, I chose the husband. His choice in the situation turned the tide. They parted from their kiss, no hint of remorse in his smile. I closed my eyes to let the consequences of my choice whir before me: A young brunette, veiled and saddened. Definitely not the blonde clutched in his arms before me. The widow rested her head upon the shoulder of a man with a straight back and heart pouring forth in pity and love. A little boy, too, fatherless, but not for long…and better off for it.


A smile curled my lips. He will be mourned but something good would come of his death, especially for my wasting body. Curse that river woman and her poisons. Then again, I suppose I shouldn’t have slept with her husband. Now damned as the mistress of Death, taking life is how I must live. Though the streets of this restless city never sleep, it will no longer be so for one.

2nd Place: Gail @ a short 81 words, but they pack a punch! 

The streets of this city never slept nor did he. Even in the rain he watched her. Casually acting as if he had no interest but never taking his eyes off her.


So beautiful, he thought as he watched her talking to her friend in the doorway while they sheltered from the rain.


He knew her name, her age, her home address and that she lived alone. And he watched for the perfect moment. The moment she could be his forever.

3rd Place: James Anderson @ 300 words 

The Harvester

The streets of this restless city never slept. And if they did, they will do so no longer. At least not while I’m around.
I lie in wait. The voices tell me to. Gnawing at my thoughts until I concede. I wouldn’t want to disappoint them.
Just out of sight, in the shadows. The darkness cools the hunger that grows within me. I salivate from afar, as you approach.
Each step closer excites my very being.
The bright lights, the happy faces of the streets behind you, they pain me. And no doubt your existence was safe, there.
A laugh. A Cheer. Bottoms up. Rest assured you will meet your end.
A short stroll down the lane, the sounds of revelry soften as they drift on the night air.
The still silence of the night fades in. A wooden rhythm of footsteps echo in your wake.
You stop to light a Marlboro Red, unaware of the eyes laid upon you.
The rattle of an overturned can in the alley alerts you to something.
Your heart races. Its abnormal beat shoots adrenaline coursing through your veins. Your senses are visibly heightened. And yet, ironically, you stare right through me, shrugging off your doom to what I can only assume is a rationalization of the rodentia variety.
It is all very curious, but I digress.
Shaking off the chill that took hold of your spine, you steady your hand to light that calming tobacco. A few puffs and you turn to face the park.
With your back turned to the shadows, I can wait no more.
How unfortunate. And here you were having such an uneventful evening.
I pull you back. Initially you resist.
We are locked in a dance—predator and prey.
Your eyes gloss over.
You are mine.

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Hoots & Hollers go out to the winners! Either leave your email addresses here in the comments or email me @ candice.fite@gmail.com so I can award you a copy of your very own End of Days by Roland Yeomans!!!




14 comments:

  1. Wow! Thanks so much Candilynn. I am honored by your 3rd place award. I will email you shortly. Congrats to Angela and Gail as well.

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  2. Congrats to Angela, Gail and James! And I'm looking forward to Friday already. :D

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  3. congrats! great stories and i know candilynn had a tough time choosing!

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  4. Oh my goodness!! I'm so honored. Thank you, Candilynn. I can understand why the judging was difficult. The entries were all so great :-) Congrats to Gail and James. I loved reading the entries for this contest.

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  5. Congrats to the winners. Those are awesome entries. :-)

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  6. Congrats to the winners. Great job!

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  7. Congrats to the winners. Great job!

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  8. Such a great idea, I'm glad you did this. I really enjoyed those stories!!

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  9. Congratulations to the winners. I enjoyed joining in. Thanks.

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  10. Wow these are fantastic. Isn't the mind a wonderful thing when everyone can create something different from the same thing. Incredible talent out there. B

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  11. Congrats to the winners. These are super entries.

    Teresa

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  12. These are all fantastic! I can understand why you had a hard time judging!
    Catherine Stine’s Idea City

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