March Writing Contest Winner
This post is much later than I had intended. I apologize to the contestants for not getting it out sooner. This past week has been a rather hectic one for me. As you know, contests in the past have run on schedule so this shouldn’t occur again. I did ensure both the winner and second place contestant received their gift cards after the votes were finalized. They should have received them via their email.
It was a tough competition and I was pleased to see how well the stories turned out. Charity Parkerson is our winner this time. She has won one previous contest back in September of last year. It was wonderful to see her take first place again. For those of you who don’t know, she is the author of The Society of Sinners, which is a paranormal romance. The listing and book trailer for her novel can be found under both the Romance and Paranormal/Supernatural genre pages of this site.
The runner-up is Ray Blowers, who was a first time contestant in this writing competition. I was most impressed with his work and hope he writes more for others to read. His success here should be an encouragement to him. Though both he and Charity (as prize winners) are not eligible to win the next three contests, I do hope to see them both back. We have had many who returned during their waiting period to challenge themselves with another dose of writing under the unusual guidelines (no pressure, though)!
I want to thank all the contestants for their participation. For those who have not won yet, keep trying. We have a new winner each month and you never know when it will be your turn to shine! All winners and finalists are listed on the Monthly Writing Contests page.
Now for Charity’s winning story:
by Charity Parkerson
Glowing green shamrock shaped lanterns hung from the ceiling of the overcrowded bar, making Liz want to puke. She hated St. Patrick’s Day. A person with her dark complexion and light-colored hair did not need to wear green. Not that she should have bothered, she thought bitterly, after the third drunken reveler pinched her butt. With her patience at an end, she desperately sought the exit, and didn’t draw another easy breath until the cool night air brushed her face. Her ears rang after the extended exposure to loud music, and that’s why it took her a minute to hear the tiny cries for help. Following the sound, she spotted a silver trashcan right inside the alleyway with two tiny legs sticking out. They kicked out in every direction as the person attached struggled to escape.
“Oh, my. Are you okay?” Liz cried, as she rushed to help.
The kicking stopped and tiny voice sounded from inside. “Would you mind terribly helping me out?”
“Of course,” Liz answered, feeling a bit embarrassed that she had not immediately done so.
Grabbing the tiny legs, she braced her legs apart, and pulled with all her strength.
At first, she thought it was a child, but after setting him on his feet, she realized it was a tiny man dressed all in green.
“Why were you in the trashcan?” she asked, trying desperately to focus on the reason they were there and not her shock.
His eyes were almost the same shade as his clothes, and even the dark they twinkled. A bright smile lit his face as he answered. “It’s a tall tale, of that you can be sure. It is wicked and twisted definitely not for the pure, but if you wish to know how it is that I came to be here, then lean closer to me and I shall whisper it in your ear.”
Despite the odd circumstances, curiosity drove her to do as he bade. With her ear close to his mouth, he continued. “Temptation and greed will drive men to be cold, but the secret is they shall never get my gold!”
Before Liz could absorb his words, he kissed her soundly on the mouth, and tweaked her breast. With a cackling “tee-hee” he scampered away. Stunned, she watched him race down the alley as fast as his tiny legs would carry him. He leapt in to the air, clicking his heels together in glee as he ran, and singing all the way. “I’m the very first Leprechaun. That’s who I be, and so long as I live they shall never catch me. If they think to try, then they will surely die, exactly like the man I stuffed in a pie.”
By the time Liz arrived home, she’d almost convinced herself that the excessive consumption of green beer caused her illusion, but as she removed her clothes to prepare for bed, a gold coin fell from inside her bra, and she swore she heard his tiny voice singing in her ear.
All of the other contestant’s entries can be viewed here. I am truly pleased to see so many people were inspired to contribute their stories. The next contest will begin on or about April 23rd. It is centered around a visit to the dentist’s office. Further details can be found on the Monthly Writing Contest Page. I will look forward to seeing what participants come up with next!