tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205386602206620765.post2044458403822467842..comments2023-10-22T06:49:12.592-07:00Comments on YA Edge: Flash Fiction - Flash ContestTami Klockauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07652939575098493098noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205386602206620765.post-84327026038291887362009-07-01T09:30:12.649-07:002009-07-01T09:30:12.649-07:00Okay Selestial the book is yours!
Email us at: YA...Okay Selestial the book is yours!<br /><br />Email us at: YAedge@yahoo.com<br /><br />with your address and we'll send it off asap. <br /><br />Thanks for playing and good luck with your 1k-a-day!Tracy Belsherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08613776927060028811noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205386602206620765.post-88532737044221998762009-06-30T12:48:15.081-07:002009-06-30T12:48:15.081-07:00Whoot! We have a player! Awesome little story Sele...Whoot! We have a player! Awesome little story Selestial. :) That book might just be yours...and it's hardcover, too.Tracy Belsherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08613776927060028811noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205386602206620765.post-61796394557101392712009-06-30T11:50:24.292-07:002009-06-30T11:50:24.292-07:00I'm not sure if no one is playing or if they a...I'm not sure if no one is playing or if they are all just awaiting moderation, but I'm in ;-)<br /><br />LEAVING<br />"I have to go, Elle. My grandma's dying." Jaxson threw clothes into his suitcase.<br /><br />I wanted to believe leaving tore him up, but his mom said plans were arranged days ago. He'd waited until hours before leaving to say anything. "Of course you do." I closed my eyes. <i>Don't say it.</i> "I just feel like you're running away." <i>I never could keep my mouth shut.</i><br /><br />He jerked the zipper shut. "So what if I am? You aren't exactly stopping me."<br /><br />He strode through the door with his suitcase. I gaped, but he was right: I didn't try to stop him.Selestialhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11513212631394350304noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205386602206620765.post-17639387571778974732009-06-29T08:52:22.564-07:002009-06-29T08:52:22.564-07:00Okay - I had to post my 100 words as a sample:
Tr...Okay - I had to post my 100 words as a sample:<br /><br />Tracy's LEAVING:<br /><br />Gordy White and his younger brother, Jonas, sat on the front porch in the baking sun, watching the movers load up the Carbunkles belongings.<br /><br />“That’s seven,” Gordy said around a mouthful of Cherrios topped with shredded femur, “seven families have moved outta that house since we moved in beside them a year ago.”<br /><br />“Yup.” Jonas slurped bloodied milk from his empty bowl.<br /><br />“You think it’s got anything to do with us?” <br /><br />“I do.”<br /><br />Gordy shook his head. “You think folks is that superficial?”<br /><br />Jonas plunked his bowl down on the step. “Gordy, we’re werewolves, we’d have eaten them fools anyway.”Tracy Belsherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08613776927060028811noreply@blogger.com