Welcome to the 9th edition of the #WeekendWritercize competition!
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(...and if you haven't had a chance to read entries from past weeks, check them out on the #WeekendWritercize tab - some seriously talented folks like to play)
writercize: Write a scene about a character who has a special power that seems to be broken.
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Competition closes at 11:59 p.m. Sunday night (Pacific time). Winner announced sometime Monday, often knocking on midnight's door.
This week's winner and honorable mention(s) will receive a #WeekendWritercize Winner badge to proudly display on their website.
Hey! Sorry, I'm way too fried from editing to write a scene at the moment, but I wanted to drop a note and wish you much luck and happiness with the A-Z challenge in April!
ReplyDeleteThx. Luck to you too! It should be a good month. :)
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ReplyDeleteHi Alana, stopping in from the A to Z Challenge. Its still not too late to participate with the letter B tomorrow. Have a great day!
ReplyDeleteStill not too late to start with A for today! I just put it up. :) I'm generally a night blogger, so all you morning visitors will see my previous day's letter I suppose!
DeleteHi Alana!
ReplyDeleteHope you're doing fine. Just doing my first rounds of the A-Z challenge. Ack!
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Gonna be a busy month for sure!
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DeleteOnce upon a time, I was a princess, living in Camelot with Prince Charming. Okay, so the metaphors are all messed up, but you get the point. That’s how I felt – life was perfect. Everything was perfect and the future – our future – seemed so perfect.
But fairy tales aren’t real and I should have known that from the start. I’ve lost my prince. I had the power, just with my eyes, to make him smile or laugh or tell me he loved me. That power is gone, broken. I can’t reach him at all, even though I can reach out and touch him. It’s like he’s locked in a prison of his own body.
I feel like I’ve been thrust back into the regular world; everything seems dark and scary and hopeless. My princess fairy tale has turned into Grimm’s horror story.