Writer Contest Knowledge Base
Do you think i could win the CO-writer contest with this entry? Do you think i could win the CO-writer contest with this entry? Do you think i could win the CO-writer contest with this entry? ok so there is this girl on youtube, and i love her story's! and she told us that since her finals were coming up she needed a co-writer. she said we had to write the next chapter of her story and message it to her. do you think i could win with this entry? here's some info: its an abuse story and the girl [christy] just got knocked unconscious from her brothers hurting her so bad. and her parents got murdered years earlier. please be nice im only 13. ++++++++++++++++++++ christy's POV** I could see the colors, shining onto a frozen body, like a spotlight on a stage. The colors were white pink, blue, all were so beautiful. The body was to far away for me to see, it was blurry, but i could see it rise, going toward the light. As it got closer, it got clearer. I could see her hair, her face, her eyes..closed. Her face was full of cuts, as well as her arms and legs. She seemed to be firmiluar, yet she seemed so distant. Like a person you see in a crowd that you think you know but you don't. I looked closer, looked past her bruises, and her cuts. I saw the true girl, that was hiding behind the pain. It struck me. She was..me. I saw her floating, I suddenly saw the light from her eyes, my eyes. I saw two faces. Two faces I haven't seen in years. My parents. I didn't realise it until that moment, i was dying, they finally did it, my brothers murdered me! Half of me wanted to move on. Live with god, and my parents up in heavan. Away from the pain. But the other part of me, the part of me that could still feel the good in my brothers hearts didn't want to. That part of me was the part that confused me. After all they did how could I possibly forgive them. I can't, but so badly i wanted to! And even if i couldn't forgive them, which i probably won't, i still have my own life to live. I wanted to die, but so badly I wanted to live. I made my choice. With all my force I pushed down. Pushing away from the light! Heading down to the earth. I looked up at my parents faces, they were filled with pain. Probably because they knew that I was heading back to that house of hell. But I didn't let that stop me, i kept on pushing. Then out of now where the light vanished, and my room took its place. I stared at the ceiling. I felt pain everywhere. My brothers wern't there anymore, i knew this because I didn't hear any screaming. It took all my strenth to crawl to the window. I peered over the edge, looking into the drive way. There were no cars, good. I stood up, and walked to the bath room. I grabbed a wash cloth, wet it and put it to my face. It stung, stung like hell. I threw the cloth into the sink, and looked at my reflextion, i looked like crap, nothing new there. I didn't want to stare at myself anymore, i let my eyes wonder. I looked to the left, near the shower, somthing caught my attention. It was shiny and silver, my razor. I heared it helped with the pain. No! I have enough cuts. I looked away, but not for long. I let my eyes look back, and without warning my hand raized, grabbing for it. Suddenly I heared a car race into the driveway "crap" i muttered to myself. I limped to my room, turned the light off, and jumped into bed. I heared two footsteps clump up the stairs, one of the obviously a pair of heals. For once I was happy my brother was screwing some girl! I knew tommorow I would probably be in for it, I would go through hell. I was used to it, I yawned, I was so tired, but i was scared to fall asleep. Afraid the lights were going to take over again, but i was so tired. i prayed that night, I haven't prayed in a while. But after everything that's happened i couldn't help it. I need some sort of connection to something stronger than my brothers. And god was the only thing i could think of. ++++++++++++++= thx ahead of time!
do you think i could win the CO-writer contest with this entry? Do you think i could win the CO-writer contest with this entry? ok so there is this girl on youtube, and i love her storys! and she told us that since her finals were coming up she needed a co-writer. she said we had to write the next chapter of her story and message it to her. do you think i could win with this entry? heres some info: its an abuse story and the girl [christy] just got knocked unconsouis from her brothers hurting her so bad. and her parents got murrdered years earilier. please be nice im only 13. ++++++++++++++++++++ christy's POV** I could see the colors, shining onto a frozen body, like a spotlight on a stage. The colors were white pink, blue, all were so beautiful. The body was to far away for me to see, it was blurry, but i could see it rise, going toward the light. As it got closer, it got clearer. I could see her hair, her face, her eyes..closed. Her face was full of cuts, as well as her arms and legs. She seemed to be firmiluar, yet she seemed so distant. Like a person you see in a crowd that you think you know but you don't. I looked closer, looked past her bruises, and her cuts. I saw the true girl, that was hiding behind the pain. It struck me. She was..me. I saw her floating, I suddenly saw the light from her eyes, my eyes. I saw two faces. Two faces I haven't seen in years. My parents. I didn't realise it until that moment, i was dying, they finally did it, my brothers murdered me! Half of me wanted to move on. Live with god, and my parents up in heavan. Away from the pain. But the other part of me, the part of me that could still feel the good in my brothers hearts didn't want to. That part of me was the part that confused me. After all they did how could I possibly forgive them. I can't, but so badly i wanted to! And even if i couldn't forgive them, which i probably won't, i still have my own life to live. I wanted to die, but so badly I wanted to live. I made my choice. With all my force I pushed down. Pushing away from the light! Heading down to the earth. I looked up at my parents faces, they were filled with pain. Probably because they knew that I was heading back to that house of hell. But I didn't let that stop me, i kept on pushing. Then out of now where the light vanished, and my room took its place. I stared at the ceiling. I felt pain everywhere. My brothers wern't there anymore, i knew this because I didn't hear any screaming. It took all my strenth to crawl to the window. I peered over the edge, looking into the drive way. There were no cars, good. I stood up, and walked to the bath room. I grabbed a wash cloth, wet it and put it to my face. It stung, stung like hell. I threw the cloth into the sink, and looked at my reflextion, i looked like crap, nothing new there. I didn't want to stare at myself anymore, i let my eyes wonder. I looked to the left, near the shower, somthing caught my attention. It was shiny and silver, my razor. I heared it helped with the pain. No! I have enough cuts. I looked away, but not for long. I let my eyes look back, and without warning my hand raized, grabbing for it. Suddenly I heared a car race into the driveway "crap" i muttered to myself. I limped to my room, turned the light off, and jumped into bed. I heared two footsteps clump up the stairs, one of the obviously a pair of heals. For once I was happy my brother was screwing some girl! I knew tommorow I would probably be in for it, I would go through hell. I was used to it, I yawned, I was so tired, but i was scared to fall asleep. Afraid the lights were going to take over again, but i was so tired. i prayed that night, I haven't prayed in a while. But after everything that's happened i couldn't help it. I need some sort of connection to something stronger than my brothers. And god was the only thing i could think of. ++++++++++++++= thx ahead of time!
do you think i could win this CO-writer contest with this entry? Do you think i could win the CO-writer contest with this entry? ok so there is this girl on youtube, and i love her storys! and she told us that since her finals were coming up she needed a co-writer. she said we had to write the next chapter of her story and message it to her. do you think i could win with this entry? heres some info: its an abuse story and the girl [christy] just got knocked unconsouis from her brothers hurting her so bad. and her parents got murrdered years earilier. please be nice im only 13. ++++++++++++++++++++ christy's POV** I could see the colors, shining onto a frozen body, like a spotlight on a stage. The colors were white pink, blue, all were so beautiful. The body was to far away for me to see, it was blurry, but i could see it rise, going toward the light. As it got closer, it got clearer. I could see her hair, her face, her eyes..closed. Her face was full of cuts, as well as her arms and legs. She seemed to be firmiluar, yet she seemed so distant. Like a person you see in a crowd that you think you know but you don't. I looked closer, looked past her bruises, and her cuts. I saw the true girl, that was hiding behind the pain. It struck me. She was..me. I saw her floating, I suddenly saw the light from her eyes, my eyes. I saw two faces. Two faces I haven't seen in years. My parents. I didn't realise it until that moment, i was dying, they finally did it, my brothers murdered me! Half of me wanted to move on. Live with god, and my parents up in heavan. Away from the pain. But the other part of me, the part of me that could still feel the good in my brothers hearts didn't want to. That part of me was the part that confused me. After all they did how could I possibly forgive them. I can't, but so badly i wanted to! And even if i couldn't forgive them, which i probably won't, i still have my own life to live. I wanted to die, but so badly I wanted to live. I made my choice. With all my force I pushed down. Pushing away from the light! Heading down to the earth. I looked up at my parents faces, they were filled with pain. Probably because they knew that I was heading back to that house of hell. But I didn't let that stop me, i kept on pushing. Then out of now where the light vanished, and my room took its place. I stared at the ceiling. I felt pain everywhere. My brothers wern't there anymore, i knew this because I didn't hear any screaming. It took all my strenth to crawl to the window. I peered over the edge, looking into the drive way. There were no cars, good. I stood up, and walked to the bath room. I grabbed a wash cloth, wet it and put it to my face. It stung, stung like hell. I threw the cloth into the sink, and looked at my reflextion, i looked like crap, nothing new there. I didn't want to stare at myself anymore, i let my eyes wonder. I looked to the left, near the shower, somthing caught my attention. It was shiny and silver, my razor. I heared it helped with the pain. No! I have enough cuts. I looked away, but not for long. I let my eyes look back, and without warning my hand raized, grabbing for it. Suddenly I heared a car race into the driveway "crap" i muttered to myself. I limped to my room, turned the light off, and jumped into bed. I heared two footsteps clump up the stairs, one of the obviously a pair of heals. For once I was happy my brother was screwing some girl! I knew tommorow I would probably be in for it, I would go through hell. I was used to it, I yawned, I was so tired, but i was scared to fall asleep. Afraid the lights were going to take over again, but i was so tired. i prayed that night, I haven't prayed in a while. But after everything that's happened i couldn't help it. I need some sort of connection to something stronger than my brothers. And god was the only thing i could think of. ++++++++++++++= thx ahead of time!
Do you think i could win this CO-writer contest with this entry? Do you think i could win the CO-writer contest with this entry? ok so there is this girl on youtube, and i love her storys! and she told us that since her finals were coming up she needed a co-writer. she said we had to write the next chapter of her story and message it to her. do you think i could win with this entry? heres some info: its an abuse story and the girl [christy] just got knocked unconsouis from her brothers hurting her so bad. and her parents got murrdered years earilier. please be nice im only 13. ++++++++++++++++++++ christy's POV** I could see the colors, shining onto a frozen body, like a spotlight on a stage. The colors were white pink, blue, all were so beautiful. The body was to far away for me to see, it was blurry, but i could see it rise, going toward the light. As it got closer, it got clearer. I could see her hair, her face, her eyes..closed. Her face was full of cuts, as well as her arms and legs. She seemed to be firmiluar, yet she seemed so distant. Like a person you see in a crowd that you think you know but you don't. I looked closer, looked past her bruises, and her cuts. I saw the true girl, that was hiding behind the pain. It struck me. She was..me. I saw her floating, I suddenly saw the light from her eyes, my eyes. I saw two faces. Two faces I haven't seen in years. My parents. I didn't realise it until that moment, i was dying, they finally did it, my brothers murdered me! Half of me wanted to move on. Live with god, and my parents up in heavan. Away from the pain. But the other part of me, the part of me that could still feel the good in my brothers hearts didn't want to. That part of me was the part that confused me. After all they did how could I possibly forgive them. I can't, but so badly i wanted to! And even if i couldn't forgive them, which i probably won't, i still have my own life to live. I wanted to die, but so badly I wanted to live. I made my choice. With all my force I pushed down. Pushing away from the light! Heading down to the earth. I looked up at my parents faces, they were filled with pain. Probably because they knew that I was heading back to that house of hell. But I didn't let that stop me, i kept on pushing. Then out of now where the light vanished, and my room took its place. I stared at the ceiling. I felt pain everywhere. My brothers wern't there anymore, i knew this because I didn't hear any screaming. It took all my strenth to crawl to the window. I peered over the edge, looking into the drive way. There were no cars, good. I stood up, and walked to the bath room. I grabbed a wash cloth, wet it and put it to my face. It stung, stung like hell. I threw the cloth into the sink, and looked at my reflextion, i looked like crap, nothing new there. I didn't want to stare at myself anymore, i let my eyes wonder. I looked to the left, near the shower, somthing caught my attention. It was shiny and silver, my razor. I heared it helped with the pain. No! I have enough cuts. I looked away, but not for long. I let my eyes look back, and without warning my hand raized, grabbing for it. Suddenly I heared a car race into the driveway "crap" i muttered to myself. I limped to my room, turned the light off, and jumped into bed. I heared two footsteps clump up the stairs, one of the obviously a pair of heals. For once I was happy my brother was screwing some girl! I knew tommorow I would probably be in for it, I would go through hell. I was used to it, I yawned, I was so tired, but i was scared to fall asleep. Afraid the lights were going to take over again, but i was so tired. i prayed that night, I haven't prayed in a while. But after everything that's happened i couldn't help it. I need some sort of connection to something stronger than my brothers. And god was the only thing i could think of. ++++++++++++++= thx ahead of time! ps if you saw this Q before its cause no one answered to other one pss THIS IS NOT THE OPENING OF ANY STORY IT IS JUST THE NEXT CHAPTER. i will give you a brief summary of what happened before this. Christy snuck out to see her boy friend. she fell asleep at his house. the next morning she went back home and her brothers caught her sneaking in. they started a fight because shes not allowed to date guys. they started hitting her and when she stood up for herself, they hit her even harder, untill she became unconsious [SP] her brothers are 21, 18, and 16.
Were can I find a Young writer's contest? I'm 13 and I wrote an amazing story it's Fiction. I'm not going to post it in fear of someone calling it there's, but I'm looking for a contest to enter it in. It's 2pgs long. It's about a girl whose for was shot and the she kills herself that same night.
What are the Eurovision Song Contest writers criteria? As the UK Eurovision entry is to be written by Andrew Lloyd Webber and American Diane Warren, I thought the song had to be written by song writers of that country, as the singer could be from any (e.g. Swiss with Celine Dion, UK with Olivia Newton John). Is this the case, or am I mistaken? Or have the beeb made a balls up?
How can I attract more article writers for my contest? Hi, I'm running a contest on my blog-site and giving away $600 worth prizes. http://blogs.qualitybusinesslinks.com/ My question is, I'm giving away $600 worth prizes for 'article writing contest' on my blog and I have announced my contest at DigitalPoint forums but not getting a very good response from article writers. What can I do to get more people participating in my contest?
Writer's teen contest? I was on answers last night, and someone said something about this contest for teens called the Grumpy Dragon. You can send in different things to get different prizes, and if you get a prize, your work will be published. Should I go for it? I want to send in a poem and a short story. Here is the link: http://www.grumpydragon.com/index.html What do you think?
How much money does a song writer and screen writer make a year? I love writing scripts and story lines (not for books, but for movies or television or plays). I also love writing songs. I have written about 9 plays for my school and I won a contest where we had to make a script for a movie. I would really like to be a screen writer and/or song writer when I get older, but I wanted to know if the salary is good. I didn't know what section to put this question under.
How do you write a contest winning essay? I am a good writer, but I often doubt my writing abilities. Any tips on how to write a contest winning essay? There is no limit to how long it can be. The question is "What does a (school's name) education mean to you?" Do you have any tips? Thank you ahead of time.
How is Chemistry related somehow to being a writer? Ok, so this is what's up. I'm doing a contest and i have to write about how my future and chemistry go together. (seems simple huh?) Well, there's a twist. I have to draw a picture about it. Basically my future entails being a writer. So if you all have any suggestions on how writing and chemistry are alike please let me know. (I need it) XOXO thanks, Kt ? No. This isn't a science NOR english assignment. It's for ART.
Is there a writing contest that will win me about 3000 dollars? im a just-starting-out writer and im in desperate need of money. My best friend, soul sister, has moved to Australia and my parents don't have the money to send me for a visit. i love her more than my own life but if i don't win a writing contest i'll never be able to see her again. please i'm begging if anyone knows about a writing contest that can win me 2500 to 3000 dollars.
Does anyone have tips on becoming a Comic Book Writer? Hi, I'm 13 and there was a contest for Writing/Illustrating your own Comic Book, I decided to enter.(Even though i only draw stick figures) I didn't win the overall but i did win the best writing. So i was wondering if there are any tips or websites about writing comics... because now i'm considering becoming a comic script writer. Cool and Thanks people.
What is a good way to get over writer`s block? I like to write a lot. Usually the things I write come when I`m least expecting it, as in the middle of the night. But when I really need to write, like for a paper or writing contest that has a very close deadline, nothing seems to inspire me enough. What can I do to get over my writer`s block and be able to write?
How do you beat someone in an essay contest that wins every year? i am very passionate about writing and i always enter essay contests, poetry contests, etc. But every year, 2 of my friends win first or second place. If one is in 2nd place the other is in 1st place and vise versa. I've been told that i was a good writer ever since 1st grade. so how do i beat my friends!!! ; ) neh, i wont knock them out...this year. mwhahaha! lol
what is the most prestigious writing contest? i want to submit some short stories and poetry into as many writing contests as I can in order to see if I have what it takes to be a writer someday. However, I am having trouble finding one that has any kind of prestige to it. Anyone out there know of some I can look into?
Do you know any online writing contest? I'm just an amateur writer. I love writing short stories and poem. Do you know any writing online contest where I can send my entries and received REAL money?
Writer...? Essay contests...? I am a pretty good writer, I guess. For a 14 year old, anyway. So I was thinking of entering an essay contest to get some money off my writing. Any ideas of one that's going on now? If so, please give me a link to it. I live in UT if that helps. Thanks so much! :) I meant a contest to enter, not a topic. Sorry, I should have been more specific about that before. :)
My daughter wants to be a writer. She has won her district writing contest. Do you think her writing is good? My life is not an ordinary one. In case you were wondering, my name is Claire Eckleston. I used to be named Claire Doublon, but my mom died when I was six and, I was adopted by Nicole Eckleston. When I first met her, she cut off all but 8 inches of my golden hair, and it grew back brown and stick-straight. Her husband, Michel, doesn’t like kids. He acts as if I am not even there, but I live with it. When I first began school at Coverton Elementary, I had no friends. Once in a while I saw my neighbor, James, in his yard, but I didn’t count him as a friend…yet. Being neighbors, and three blocks from school, we both walked the same route twice a day. Week after week, I walked, watching him as we traveled to and from school. Finally, in the front yard, Nicole told me it wasn’t safe to be walking alone for ‘so many’ blocks. At that moment, James walked by. Being young and foolish he yelled to her, “I’ll walk with her!” And it was done. At first I resented him, he was a useless chaperone, but over time we realized how much we had in common. All through elementary school we were best friends. Now, in seventh grade, we still walk the three blocks from home to school together. In Coverton, nothing much happens. Sure, we’ve had our share of natural disasters, 1800’s history, and reckless teenagers, but the excitement hardly strays beyond a new store or resident. Unfortunately, James and I had the unpleasant assignment of writing a two-page essay on Coverton’s history. (Courtesy of Mrs. Bradley, Social Studies.) Which is why, on a bright, sunny Saturday, we were in section A – C of Coverton library. “Ugh! This is perpetuous!” Exclaimed James, throwing aside yet another book of class A boring. “I would totally agree, if only I knew what perpetuous meant.” I replied smugly. “Permanent, never ending.” “Oh.” I shrugged. James and I both took advanced classes, but while I struggled for my 4.0 GPA, he easily maintained his straight ‘A+’ s. (Once he told me that he reads the dictionary in language arts, but I’ll never tell.) “So, Mr. I’m-so-much-smarter-than-Claire, have you found anything?” “Nope.” I turned back to the shelves, scanning the endless rows of books. Kneeling now, I noticed a small blue book, no bigger than a slice of bread, lying behind the row. Curious, I picked it up. At my touch, I felt the pages begin to whisper. I could hear the voices, but as I strained to hear they fell away. As I opened the worn blue cover, I suddenly felt the overwhelming power of something bigger than me. It was like lying on your back in the middle of an endless field, staring up at the star-brushed sky. You think to yourself, There are so many stars! You begin to count, but soon realize it is impossible, this is a thing that cannot be counted or measured. . So there you lie, and you feel the overwhelming power that the sky is something so much bigger than yourself, that not even a word can contain. That is what I felt, when I opened that book. On the first page of that book there were three faded words which I could barley make out. They read: Who When Where “James!” I called, “I think I found something!” As I handed James the book I watched his face to see if he had the same reaction I did. If he did he concealed it well. But as he turned the cover to reveal those three words a gasp escaped his gaping mouth. “Claire, those words, I mean, I’ve seen them. Follow me! Don’t leave the book!” He said, speaking faster than I could understand. Either way, it was hardly everyday that James got this worked up about anything. I caught up with him as he sat down in front of a library computer. “James,” I hissed. “What are you doing? What’s the big deal?” James,” I hissed. “What are you doing? What’s the big deal?” “Those words.” He muttered. Every once in a while James ‘feels’ words. It is kind of like being were a soccer star, and sitting on a bench in front of a soccer ball. It calls kick me! Kick me! You squint your eyes, you try to ignore it, but finally, you give in, and kick the ball. It feels good, it feels… right. Sorry if you think I am repeating myself. My last question quoted the same story, but was a different question. Thanks! My daughter is 12, from what I know she has been writing since she was 10. But she may have been writing longer. I may post more in the future to get more opinions. Latley she hasn't had as much self confidence in her writing as she has in the past. (due to peers) For her birthday, I am planning to put together a book or page of what people think of her writing including notes from co-workers and your reviews. Thanks!
Where could an aspiring fiction writer with several short stories in his portfolio get published? I have been writing for about two years now, and at this point, I feel that I could be doing better than open-mic readings and entertaining family members, and would like to enter a story or two into a contest or perhaps send them to a magazine for publishing or advice on how to make them better. Does anybody know of any good contests or literary publications that might accept work from an amateur like myself?
Young Story Writing Contest? My daughter has writen a fabulous story. She has decided she wants to submit it in a younge writers contest, I have looked all over the net but can not find one that offers money to the prize winner. Any Suggestions?
Any Legit Writing Contest Out There On The Web? Im looking for a contest to enter, doesn't have to give out a cash prize, would be nice but doesn't have to. Please preferably fiction Done looked at Writer's Digest, and Fastweb but neither I'm interested in as Writer's Digest has a fee and Fastweb is for scholarships :/
Has anyone ever entered one of those writing contest? I was thinking of entering one in Writer's Journal and another one in Writer's Digest. But I was wondering do they accepted all genres? I'm mostly writing stories about young adults and I want to go in that genre. And also is it wise to copyright your material before sending it out?
CONTEST: Do good writers write badly? If not, then Books & Authors is full of liars as well as lousy writers. I refer, of course, to the people who tout their own skills while displaying none of them. Fortunately for these people, I'm going to give them the benefit of the doubt. So we're going to have a contest. Explain why you think you're a good or bad writer. The answer that displays the most literary talent, regardless of the opinion expressed within, wins. Go go go!
Tips for entering a writing contest? I got two writers magazines a couple weeks ago and looked in the contest section. I plan to read more about them first but I did see one writing contest I've decided to enter and will be looking for others as well. This'll be my first time entering a writing contest. Any tips for a first timer?
Young writers contest? so, I was wondering, a lot of young writers have been writing a long portion of there life, I was wondering (this is only for young writers or writers who started young) how long you have been writing. Tell your age you are now, when you started writing, and how many years that is. I am 13, been writing since I was 8 so six years for me.
I am a first time writer and I can't seem to get my book published? I had speant 14 years writing this book and even had it professionally critiqued proofread by two different professors. I have queried about 70 different agencies and all of them have turned me down. I have also joined two different writers groups, but they aren't as proactive as myself at getting out there. And I am trying to get my shorter stories into contests. I have read that it is becoming increasingly more and more difficult to get published nowadays what with all of the companies merging and such. Is there anything that I can do that I'm not already doing?
Okay so im entering a contest soon...? IM entering a writers contest held by Amazon.com and i culd win $25000 dollar contract with Amazon and Penguin, but im 13 and i have writers block right now. i've alredy written a 155 page book that i want to enter, but i am trying to restart really fast and write 175 pages by feb 2nd. 2009, any ideas to cure my writers blockage?
do you think i could win the CO-writer contest with this entry? ok so there is this girl on youtube, and i love her storys! and she told us that since her finals were coming up she needed a co-writer. she said we had to write the next chapter of her story and message it to her. do you think i could win with this entry? heres some info: its an abuse story and the girl [christy] just got knocked unconsouis from her brothers hurting her so bad. and her parents got murrdered years earilier. please be nice im only 13. ++++++++++++++++++++ christy's POV** I could see the colors, shining onto a frozen body, like a spotlight on a stage. The colors were white pink, blue, all were so beautiful. The body was to far away for me to see, it was blurry, but i could see it rise, going toward the light. As it got closer, it got clearer. I could see her hair, her face, her eyes..closed. Her face was full of cuts, as well as her arms and legs. She seemed to be firmiluar, yet she seemed so distant. Like a person you see in a crowd that you think you know but you don't. I looked closer, looked past her bruises, and her cuts. I saw the true girl, that was hiding behind the pain. It struck me. She was..me. I saw her floating, I suddenly saw the light from her eyes, my eyes. I saw two faces. Two faces I haven't seen in years. My parents. I didn't realise it until that moment, i was dying, they finally did it, my brothers murdered me! Half of me wanted to move on. Live with god, and my parents up in heavan. Away from the pain. But the other part of me, the part of me that could still feel the good in my brothers hearts didn't want to. That part of me was the part that confused me. After all they did how could I possibly forgive them. I can't, but so badly i wanted to! And even if i couldn't forgive them, which i probably won't, i still have my own life to live. I wanted to die, but so badly I wanted to live. I made my choice. With all my force I pushed down. Pushing away from the light! Heading down to the earth. I looked up at my parents faces, they were filled with pain. Probably because they knew that I was heading back to that house of hell. But I didn't let that stop me, i kept on pushing. Then out of now where the light vanished, and my room took its place. I stared at the ceiling. I felt pain everywhere. My brothers wern't there anymore, i knew this because I didn't hear any screaming. It took all my strenth to crawl to the window. I peered over the edge, looking into the drive way. There were no cars, good. I stood up, and walked to the bath room. I grabbed a wash cloth, wet it and put it to my face. It stung, stung like hell. I threw the cloth into the sink, and looked at my reflextion, i looked like crap, nothing new there. I didn't want to stare at myself anymore, i let my eyes wonder. I looked to the left, near the shower, somthing caught my attention. It was shiny and silver, my razor. I heared it helped with the pain. No! I have enough cuts. I looked away, but not for long. I let my eyes look back, and without warning my hand raized, grabbing for it. Suddenly I heared a car race into the driveway "crap" i muttered to myself. I limped to my room, turned the light off, and jumped into bed. I heared two footsteps clump up the stairs, one of the obviously a pair of heals. For once I was happy my brother was screwing some girl! I knew tommorow I would probably be in for it, I would go through hell. I was used to it, I yawned, I was so tired, but i was scared to fall asleep. Afraid the lights were going to take over again, but i was so tired. i prayed that night, I haven't prayed in a while. But after everything that's happened i couldn't help it. I need some sort of connection to something stronger than my brothers. And god was the only thing i could think of. ++++++++++++++= thx ahead of time!
Where should I start sending my work as a beginning writer? I've won writing contests at my college and I write for my school newspaper, but I realized I need to expand and try to get published in other places. What are magazines/websites/etc. that I could start submitting my poems/prose/articles?
Can you improve the writing style used by this knuckle-dragging writer? "One evening, over dinner at a sushi restaurant, Stoeckle asked her father if the technique could be used on sushi, and a high school science project was born." My beef is the use of the passive voice in the latter half of the "compound" sentence. Can you polish this turd and make it better? Granted, it will be I who gets to judge this contest. So, do me proud!
Where would I find writing contest web address? I understand the the L. Ron Hubbard Writers of the Future contest has just started a new site, where entrants can upload stories, to the writing contest, as PDF files. This change was supposed to have taken effect on July 1, 2010. I have just looked at both the L. Ron Hubbard, and Author Services, web-sites, and I can find NO links anywhere. Where should I be looking for the upload link, for this writing contest, in order to submit my own work, to this contest?
know of any contests a teen writer could enter? i love to enter contests, but my small town only has a few....i won a few times and i love to write! i can draw too.....i can send my registrations online, or by my cell phone, so give me a contest....no big details needed i'll look them up. thanks.
What is an attention catching topic to write about in a writing contest? I am thinking about enter a couple writing contest this school year but I'm not sure what topics to write about. I've entered all different kinds of topics before, but few were winners. I am a talented writer but figuring out the topic is the hard part for me! What will catch readers' and judges' attention?? It has to be something appropriate...and I would prefer that it don't involve politics. Thanks so much!!!