Once Upon a Time Writing Contest: Fan Favorite Contest!

ADDENDUM 5/4/12: The Once Upon a Time Fan Favorite Contest has ended! The winner, with a total of an unbelievable 47 votes is Cory Eadson (@evermore_evil) for his story, “Three Simple Words.” Go read it and comment and if you’re on Twitter, say congrats to Cory!

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*drumroll* HEAR YE! HEAR YE! Tis time again for that ever popular FanFav contest on Twitter. If you are not on Twitter, I hereby recommend you create a free account. Go on. I’ll wait.
Okay, now that you are on Twitter I will fill you in on this fun and fast-paced contest. All you need to participate is a free Twitter account.

This FanFav contest involves the entries of the Once Upon a Time Writing Contest (tag #ouatwriting).

First, go and read the 88 entries for the #OUATWRITING contest. Or just read your favorites. Or the authors who have the best thumbnails. Then choose your three favorite. I’ll see you in 72 hours when you are done. (Just kidding, the contest starts tomorrow, 5/2/12).

Contest Details:

* The contest is only open on Twitter. No other form of entries will be accepted.

* Each person can vote for a maximum of three stories.

* The contest is open for 12 hours ONLY, from 8 am EST to 8 pm EST on 5/2/12. All entries included in this time will be counted. All entries outside of that will be discarded.

TO CAST A VOTE:

* People will vote by tweeting the author’s name of their favorite story, followed by tags #fanfav and #ouatwriting. Both @SJIHolliday and I will be tracking and auditing votes separately for accuracy.

TO AUTHORS, I highly recommend you canvas for votes by tweeting your links, cajoling your followers, bullying, begging and earning votes by any (legal) means necessary in order to win this most amazing prize.

(And no, you cannot vote for yourself. Sheesh)

THE PRIZE:

Oh yes, this is what you were wondering about, wasn’t it? Remember that amazing contest I ran just a month or so ago: the Fairy Ring Contest?

The prize is a glorious professional audiobook recording of The Fairy Ring by Mary Losure (Candlewick 2012), narrated by Nicola Barber.

The audiobook is a brand-new release (List: $19.99) and 2 world-transporting hours away from our grey reality.

Are you ready for some hijinks? See you at 8 AM!

Once Upon a Time Writing Contest: Molly Carr

 ON OR OFF COURSE?  By Molly Carr

   Being President of the Company was what he enjoyed since decision-making was meat and drink to him. And, of course, he lived like a Prince on his vast income.

   Now he was on his way to see the widow of one of his business rivals. It was important to wake her up to the necessity of keeping the firm viable – at least until he could organise an advantageous takeover bid.


   Half-way to the house he changed his mind. Neither the business nor the woman would be any use to him. All that it  needed was to ask his secretary to send a large basket of expensive flowers, along with a printed message of condolence.

   Without wavering – true to himself – he turned the Masarati and made for the nearest golf course.

Once Upon a Time Writing Contest: J. Tsuruoka

This entry is by J. Tsuruoka (@jtsuruoka on Twitter)

      The Barefoot Girl
      Rog knew about the Barefoot Girl.
      Sheer white dress, long red hair, pale skin, bare feet. 
      Her laughter.
      She was city legend, whispered among men of a certain…  persuasion.
      See her and your ass is grass,” an associate said.
      “After everything you’ve done you’re scared of a ghost?” he’d asked.
      Rog feared no legend.  The city was his territory.
      He was out hunting when the Barefoot Girl appeared to him by the fountain in Columbus Circle. 
      She smiled at him through the watery haze and then laughed and disappeared into the crowd.
      Her footprints remained on the sun-warmed pavement just long enough for him to track her. 

      It was now after dark.  It might even be the next day.
      The Barefoot Girl had led him on a chase all over the city.
      They were somewhere in the Lower East Side.  Alphabet City, perhaps.  He couldn’t be sure.
      She smiled at him from the mouth of an alley.
      “Almost time,” she said.
      His hunter’s eyes followed her bone-white soles into the darkness of the alley.
      He fingered the handle of his knife in but did not draw it.  He never did until it was time to kill.
      He put on his most lecherous grin and walked into the alley.
      Rog had spent much of his life in the dark but the darkness in that alley was unlike any he’d experienced.
      The city’s noise faded and vanished.
      Laughter. 
      Rog spun in the dark.
      The lights of a passing car illuminated the alley and in that one second he knew where he was.
      That name stenciled on the dumpster.  That broken fire escape.
      A very hard, very cold, foot hit him in the gut. 
      Laughter.
      Another kick crushed his jaw.
      More laughter.  More blows.
      The seventh shattered a knee.  The eighth broke ribs.
      Rog slumped to the pavement.
      Laughter.  Two pale bare feet, cool against his face.
      She reached down and forced him to look, to see his victims- nine women- grinning at him from around the dumpster he left them in.
      Laughter.  Darkness.  Then nothing.