- The entry must be between 150 - 300 words. (In order to see how many words your entry is, write it in Microsoft Word, or you can copy and paste it here.)
- The deadline for the contest will be the Thursday after next.
- The winners will receive a badge for their blog, as well as extra points (see the point system below).
- The winner will be chosen based on the judges's preferences, as well as the following questions: Does this entry capture my attention immediately? Does it make me want to continue reading? Is the writing clear? They will also take into consideration the writer's voice and style--not necessarily technical issues, such as grammar, punctuation, etc.
- This is only for fun and to stretch your writing muscles--not necessarily to be taken too seriously. =)
- A critique on of one of their MMC entries
- A blog critique
- A 300 - 600 word critique on your novel, short story, blog post, etc
- The opportunity to judge one of the contests
- A free ebook of PURPLE MOON
- A special surprise sent to your mailbox (snail mail, not email)
The judge panel chooses these winners based on a point system (not to be confused with the point system mentioned above!).
Keep in mind that the judges are not aware of which entry belongs to which participant until after the judging is complete.
The entries that the judges thought were the most intriguing (based on rule #4) are ...
The entries that the judges thought were the most intriguing (based on rule #4) are ...
"Keep your voice down." Lana turned with a disgusted air and began making her way across the crisp Autumn leaves, hardly making a sound. She was at home here under the shelter of the trees. She was the one who had a better chance of surviving out here than I did... I wouldn't have had a chance if she hadn't found me.
I was used to being the one who had it all- the right friends, the fashionable clothes, the highest grades. Why did I know absolutely nothing about what was most important about living? I resented her. And I could not allow her to have any more power over me. "What's that? Couldn't hear you." I fairly shouted. "Could you speak a little lou-" All at once, I was on my back, a pair of grey eyes looming above my own. I would have shut up regardless of the hand that was clamped over my mouth and chin- the shock of anyone tackling me would have been enough.
She only stared for a minute. Then the words came, quiet and hard. "You think you know it all, Janice. You think you're above rules and reason just because your daddy's face could be seen everywhere? But let me tell you that if you want to have any hope of surviving out here in the big bad forest, you're going to have to do as you're told. Doesn't matter who you think has the better background or the beautiful clothes. Out here, we look out for each other, whether we think the others deserve it or not. I'm bringing you back with me, after all."
She released her hold. But all the way to the camp, I made no other sound save the crunching of leaves under my feet.
Congratulations, Maddie! Click here for your badge, and don't forget to claim your points here. =)
“Go outside and fetch a bucket of water, Amber! I’m thirsty,” Grandma declared. Amber sighed, picked up a bucket and trudged out of the old wooden cottage to the well around the corner. But when she reached the well and looked in, she gasped and dropped the bucket. For what she saw was this: a thick blanket of ice had nestled comfortably over the water at the bottom of the well, and a small boy was sitting nervously on it. His hands and feet were covered in glossy ink and there was fear on his thin face. Amber could also see a great deal of pain behind his deep blue-green eyes. The boy spoke not a word, he simply stared. So did Amber. It seemed like hours that they stared into each other’s faces, but it was simply a few moments until Amber asked “Who are you?”The boy paused for a minute, then replied “My name is Finn. My master pushed me down this well.”Again, they simply stared at each other. Amber shook her head as if snapping out of a daydream. Slowly she lowered her bucket down the dark and narrow well. Finn gripped tightly to the slender rope.“Don’t worry,” Amber whispered quickly, “I won’t let you fall.” And she didn’t. Holding the rope tightly in both hands, Amber heaved Finn out of the well. Soon he was sitting shakily on the side of the well, his feet still dangling inside. Amber handed him a handkerchief from her pocket, and he hastily wiped his inky hands and feet. Amber frowned, but before she could say another word, Finn had jumped up and was racing to the trees.“Wait, wait!” Amber cried out after him, but Finn had already disappeared into the dark wood…
I fought to keep calm as I felt myself knocked backwards. I attempted to scream but a hand was clamped firmly over my mouth.“Jenny.” He said simply and then seemed to wait for his voice to register in my memory.I looked closely into his face and recognized the same mossy green eyes and wisps of blonde hair peeking through the hood of his jacket.At last he moved his hand away, allowing me to speak. “Toby!” I gasped, struggling quickly to my feet. “Wha-where have you been?” He didn’t answer but simply studied me.I felt utterly furious. “How could you do this to me?” I raged. I wanted to say more but couldn’t seem to find the words.“Jenny.” He repeated gently. I felt a brush of cloth beneath my hand. My arms trembled as I unfolded the fabric to be sure it was what I believed. It was a handkerchief with the word “Remember” penned on the top left corner in golden ink. I had given it to him long ago as a promise for the future. I felt the tears flow down my cheeks. He had remembered. “I’m here now.” He said. “It’s time.”I looked into his eyes and smiled. Hand in hand, we made the journey to where a certain bridge lay over a pond.The sun was setting, casting penumbras across the land and melting the sky into glorious shades of crimson and pink. The air was ice cold and the frosty leaves beneath our feet curled upwards as a sign of autumn’s end.“Jenny,” Toby said, his gaze fixated ahead. “You do know that once past this point, things will never be the same again.”I smiled. “I know.”And blissfully, we left a fleeting world behind and made for the sempiternal land beyond.
Honorable Recognitions:
These winners will receive a badge, as well as 2 extra points:
- Savannah P
- Esther
- Anna S
Thanks so much to everyone who participated!
- Submit your response in the comments below, or post it on your blog via InLink (below -- you will receive 2 extra points!).
- Your response should range between 150 - 300 words.
- The deadline for the contest will be the Thursday after next.
- If you'd rather not submit your post in the comments or on your blog, you may email it to me instead.
Choose at least one:
Note: You can always combine the prompts into one entry.
- Write a passage using these items: sword, lily, key (submitted by Savannah P)
- Write a passage based on this picture (submitted by Shelby)
- Write a passage either incorporating this phrase OR based on this phrase: The fog lifted for a moment, just long enough to see. (submitted by Esther)
If you're posting your entry on your blog (+2 points), please add your link below rather than in the comments. And don't forget to claim your points here!
Submit your prompt idea!:
The prompts that are used for Monday's Minute Challenge are submitted by the participants. Here's how this works:
- You will be able to submit 3 prompts each week in the same format as above: three objects, one picture, and a piece of dialogue or phrase.
- On Mondays, I will choose 3 prompts that have been submitted by 3 different people.
- If your prompt is selected, you will receive 2 points!
- You may submit in the comments below.
Would you like to participate in several new writing prompt
challenges throughout the week?
Now you can!
First, be sure to you like my Facebook page. Throughout the week, I will post several new writing prompts that YOU have previously sent in for Monday's Minute Challenge.
Feel free to participate! You may do so by leaving a comment on the post, and/or by sharing the post to your own Facebook page.
(Keep in mind that these entries will not be judged, nor will you receive points if your prompt is chosen.)
