The Injury Writing Challenge Results + New Challenge03:37
The WEbook editorial staff has been hard at work reading all of your great submissions. As always, thanks to everyone who participated in this writing challenge! The injuries described ranged from deadly to minor to just absurd, and we enjoyed reading them all.
When picking the winners, we looked for entries that revealed something unique and engaging about the injured character. This was a tall order, since the writer needed to juggle the injury's description with some character development.
And the winners are:
Slice of Life by M_A_Granse
Runway Mind by Charlainej
Ring the Bell by dfmatthews
Congratulations to all of the winners! You will receive your PageToFame coupon via direct message. We hope to see more of your great writing among those first page submissions!
Next up is The Liars Challenge. For this one, writers must write a short scene of dialogue between 2-3 characters where one of them is caught in a lie.
This is a useful challenge because a great way to develop a character is to show them withholding the truth. Everyone (except George Washington) lies occasionally, and we all do it differently. What will you show us about your character? Submit here.
Or, if you're up for a video challenge, check out Paula's latest Writer's Block Conundrum!
But before you go, check out M_A_Granse's winning entry to the Injury Scene Challenge.
Slice of Life
The cold-pressed turkey loaf slid back and forth in the archaic slicer like a hypnotist’s pendulum, sloughing the shavings below. She was too apathetic to yawn at the monotony, her robotic hand pushing with gravity alone on the meat as it slowly whittled down. Zhing, zhing, zhing. Back and forth.
Her trance was unbroken with the tug on her fingernail. Only a motor hiccup, a dusty recording in the back of her mind dismissed. Zhing, zhing, STING!
She started, whipping her bleeding hand away, wincing at the two shorn tips of her middle fingers. The loaf slid back and forth. She stared at the blood snaking down her raised arm, the one ribbon of color in her drab existence. Absently grabbing a stiff brown paper towel, she paused a moment to admire the change in routine, and wryly laughed that she would be serving more than turkey that day.