The Memory Challenge Results + New Challenge + Word Cloud Fun!07:43
Before going any further, I know what everyone simply cannot wait to see....
It makes sense that words like "time," "back," "years," and "remember" are some of the most prominent in the word cloud. I also wasn't surprised to see the word "box" in a larger font because a large number of submissions involved a character pulling (or packing) an item from an old box in an attic or garage.
Gasoline and Lavender by sarahreijone
Drowning in It by tanic17
When Paths Cross by Nik_Andrew
Congratulations to all the winners! You will receive your coupon codes shortly.
A Memory by Lorelai
We also wanted to mention another submission we really liked, but it went over the word limit.
Tomatoes by BJMil
Once again, we will be doing a Reader's Choice Award, so vote for your favorite submission that isn't amongst the winners. It's more fun if everyone participates, so get involved! Again, please don't abuse this opportunity by voting for your own submission (the WEbook admin-gods are watching!).
In case you haven't seen it, the next challenge is open and ready for your next submission. Go here to enter "The 'Dear John' E-Mail Challenge."
But before you go, take a minute to enjoy sarahreijone's bittersweet memory!
Gasoline and Lavender
She weaved the pink paisley print through her hands. The fabric was thin, almost broken enough to poke her thumb through it. The day before her father left he was wearing that pink bandanna. She never understood how a man covered in grease, whose footsteps were always preceded by the snarl of a Harley, could wear pink. “Real men wear pink” is something a woman says when she wants her husband to sport a salmon-colored tie for a family portrait.
Her father was a real man. A war called from oceans away, and when he saw soldiers faltering he shed tears like a man, kissed her on the forehead and left tracks on her heart. She took a deep breath into the fabric – gasoline masked by lavender. She could feel the heat of her father's drenched forehead. She tasted the sorrow that led her to this dusty, oil-rich land.