Winners of Writing Contest "The 'Cheating' Challenge" Announced08:56
Oh, what tangled webs you WEbookers have weaved, as you practiced to enter this writing challenge! The 179 entries to The 'Cheating' Challenge showed characters engaging in all kinds of moral debasement, from skimping on diets, dodging the grim reaper, to old fashioned adultery.
We enjoyed reading all the entries, although it got us thinking, a "Beacon of Moral Fortitude" challenge might be coming soon, just to get some good vibes flowing through here again.
Smoke, Mirrors, and Water Balloons by onelazysummer
Sweet Seduction by akbmuse
Benign by Sagira
Broken Pieces Fall Apart by AubrieAnne
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The Travel Scene Challenge is open, start a new chapter on this project to enter. If we pass 250 submissions for this challenge, we'll award twice as many winners (that's six P2F coupons!). There are only 80 submission so far...so share, share, share!
You can also suggest your own writing challenges in this forum thread. If you've got a good idea, we're all ears!
Before you go off to enjoy the weekend, give onelazysummer's winning entry a read:
Smoke, Mirrors, and Water Balloons
The too-warm water balloon gives a little lurching jiggle in my palm. I have to hold my breath to keep from ralphing. Blegh. I make a mental note to karate chop Cindy in the kneecap next time I see her.
"Passing a drug test? Piece of cake!" Cindy blows a bubble with her chewing gum, pops it with her finger, and folds it back behind her teeth. "You just have to get someone clean to pee in a balloon for you, then sneak it in. Hide it in your panties!"
Seemed like a good idea at the time. And asking around for spare urine wasn't at all awkward. Really. Ugh. Honestly, the fact that I have to do this in the first place is a joke. Because, you know, God forbid the receptionist at a bill-by-the-hour hotel isn't a paragon of morality.
I swear under my breath when I realize I forgot to bring something sharp. Panicking, I scan the room and fumble through my pockets looking for a key, a bobby pin, anything. Nothing. Crap.
In a foggy moment that I will regret for the rest of my life, I decide to use my teeth.