Writing Contest – 5 Minute Fiction

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#5MinuteFiction is a frantic dash through the imagination as writers have 15 minutes to see a prompt, conceive of an idea, and write their story before the buzzer sounds. Add some excitement to your Tuesday night and join us!

 

As a reward authors get four days of promotion with links to their book and website on the blog, Facebook, and Twitter, plus Google+ to a lesser degree (because it is impossible to schedule posts there).

The profile post includes questions that the authors about themselves and their work via email

Authors need to be able to judge between 7:45-8:45 pm CST (-6 GMT) on their Tuesday night

The contest post goes live at 7:30 pm CST Tuesday nights

Contestants post their entries in the comments of the post

Time is called at 7:45

Judges choose their favorite 5 entries

Readers vote through the day Wednesday for their favorite

Winner is announced Wednesday night

Can’t get any easier, right? If it weren’t for the time I would participate myself, I might one day.

Wendy Strain, the current host for this great contest has an Indiegogo campaign running, check it out, come back to tell us you’ve shared and/or supported to get an extra surprise perk. (of course you will have to bring proof of the act 🙂 )

Cover Contest 2013 Semi-Finals

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Voting for the semi finalists is open and three of my covers are among them!

(click on the covers to zoom over to their page on the contest)

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Heaven’s Closed in the category Occult&Supernatural

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Red Gone Bad in the category Other

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Bound in the category Erotica

If you have a few moments to spare and an opinion on book covers why not hop over to

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cast your vote by clicking on the stars below the covers.

Short Story Contest – No Entry Fee! – Win a Kindle!

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Calling Writers – Short Story Contest

Do you have a short story begging for some recognition? There’s still time to submit your story to this new, no-fee contest! Prizes, banners and bragging rights could be yours.

The seven genres accepted are:

Contemporary Fantasy

Horror

Historical

Paranormal Romance

Romance

Young Adult

Mystery

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Submissions will be accepted now through November 30th, 2013

Grand Prize – a Kindle Fire HD

Other prizes include Gift Cards, ebook bundles and winner banners

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For complete information, please see the rules here: http://maerwilson.com/golden-shorts-a-story-contest-in-7-genres/

Or on the Facebook Event page: https://www.facebook.com/events/383924478377223/?ref_dashboard_filter=calendar

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Don’t waste any time and dig up your unpublished ready to submit short and enter this great contest to win, fame and a Kindle!

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Best of luck!

Micro Fiction Contest – The Fallal by Lucy Pireel

The ayah plucked on her arpeggione. She was, like Princess Shalice, carefully chosen. The servant played a simple tune, all day, six days in a row. Shalice, sickened by the monotony, glared at the girl. Why haddn’t her father objected when she was chosen? He knew she loved the hunt, that she wasn’t fit for this so called honour.

“Can’t you play another melody? I’ve heard this one more times than I can stand.” Shalice snarled, startling the unsuspecting servant into playing a false chord.

“Sorry, Milady, but I must play this. It prepares you for the Union.”

“I don’t bloody care about the bloody Union!” she spat at the girl. Princess Shalice paced the room, feeling the door at each passing. However, it never opened.

Wide eyed the girl said, “Milady, it is a great honour to be chosen to wear the-“

“Oh, shut up! I don’t care about that stupid, bloody Fallal, nor the bloody Union. I want to be able to ride my horses and hunt. Loose an arrow from my bow, chase a boar. Kill something. I have no need for this so called honour.” Eyes ablaze, the princes turned towards her ayah.

“You mustn’t say that!” Shocked the servant struck another false chord.

That moment the door opened. Shalice grabbed the arpeggione from the girl’s hands and raised it to strike at whomever came in. Her face paled and she dropped the instrument. It was too late, she’d waited too long.

Three Celestial Guards, carrying bared swords, entered, followed by the Guardian. He brought the holy Fallal; sparkling and shining, it rested on its pillow, seemingly alive and ready to coil around her neck. Her time was up, once the jewel closed her in, she would be united with the God, until death would set her free.

This is my piece of micro fiction based on the word ‘Fallal’.

What can you come up with? Write a piece under 300 words and submit it to me through mail info(at)lucypireel.com. Submissions are open until October 15th.

The best one will be posted October 30th