Unfortunately, I don't have any ARCs or books to offer you as prizes ... but I do have a handful of issues of Doctor Fantastique's Show of Wonders, the Steampunk magazine I own, to offer free of charge to winners. And I'm also offering up the chance to have the first 25 pages of any manuscript critiqued by yours truly. Yes, I realize I'm not an agented or published author, but I am the owner of the nascent publishing company Doctor Fantastique Books. And we're happy to be serializing novels from Calliope Strange, Walter Shumate, Katy O'Dowd, and bestselling author Leanna Renee Hieber (The Strangely Beautiful series). So take that as you will.
On to the contest!
In honor of Keriann and Taryn joining our little cult ... I mean family ... I'm resurrecting the famous:
Ten Word Novel Contest
Folks who've been following me for awhile will recognize this contest from its start at Free the Princess and its second incarnation here on the Archives. For those who are new to the blog though, let me restate the purpose.
We've all heard the story of Ernest Hemingway composing a novel in six words -- For sale. Baby shoes. Never worn. Whether the story's true or not is somewhat in doubt, but that's immaterial for my purposes. I feel like six words is too short, so I'm going to give you ten words to write me a novel with a beginning, middle, and end.
Da Rules!
- Each entry must be 10 words or less.
- You can enter as many times as you want
- It must be a complete story in 10 words.
Enter in the comments below and HAPPY WRITING!
5 comments:
Don't have a 10 word entry for you, but I wanted to say hello, Matt. I've been away for a while and am just trying to catch up. Hope all is well. Good luck to all those who enter!
How fun! And I'm the first to enter! I've got two:
Missy twirled a too large engagement ring around her finger.
A man who sees the future hurries into the bunker.
Here's a few random ten world novels.
He dealt with the devil. The devil dealt with him.
Death has a name. It's on his name tag... Fin.
Bambi vs. Darth Vader. Woo-ka. Woo-ka. Puuzzuu. Woo-woo. Roll credits.
Best Wishes,
Joseph
Here are four 'novels' ...
Cleaning ‘bot revolution. Humans are messy. ‘Bots clean them up.
Murders excite. Rather than investigate, he was proactive. Until… caught.
HE came again. Saw it wasn’t good. Then he left.
The girlfriends sat drinking coffee and gossiping. Nothing else happened.
Here are three more!
Bombs dropped. A few survived. So war could start again.
Swallowing, his mind expanded; leaving his head via the ears.
Ice melted. Cities drowned. Billions died. The Earth carried on…
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