The third round begins!

June 19, 2006 | Karin's Blog | 50 comments

Congrats to those who made it to the third round. You have until midnight Friday to post your third line. For anyone who misses the deadline, you are out, and we’ll be moving forward with the entries that do post. Good luck! and I hope I didn’t screw up.

1. I could not believe my good fortune. A car pulled away just as I was within twenty feet of it and I was only one block from the address I was seeking.
2. “Great Odin, I demand retribution against this beast!” Freyja gestured toward the dark shiny mass writhing before a large fiery hearth, twisting and turning, as it tried to find a way to escape its bonds.
3. I haven’t had sex with my husband in almost four months. And frankly, I don’t miss it.
4. Somewhere between Heaven and Hell Nick Winters decided to live. There was something about lying in a pool of his own blood that made him think God wasn’t finished with him yet.
5. Bubble bath made terrible camouflage.
Myra St. James tilted her legs, trying to get the disappearing bubbles to better cover her lower half.
6. She really had to stop thinking about screwing her boss. Being at a sex toy party wasn’t helping.
7. “Hell, I’ve got kids myself, Deborah, so I can see how something like this can happen—what with you being a single momma and all. It’s a hectic, overwhelming day and then the kid starts to whine.”
8. I am justice. I am vengeance.
9. Have you ever had one of those “best sex you could ever imagine” dreams? You think you’re hearing angels on high, singing the Hallelujah Chorus and sounding their trumpets for you just as you are about to have the most incredible orgasm of your life.
10. Jane Ryan gently placed the phone on the counter, tidied her already neat hair, and screamed at the top of her lungs, “I am the rock between the fruit loops.” Her anger rose like an imminent eruption of Mount St. Helens.
11. The hot black coffee burned as it soaked through Cindy’s business casual Docker slacks.
“Excuse me,” said a deep baritone voice.
12. Jace Hill held on for dear life. Shackled to a steel pole, his arms screamed a protest as he was jerked sideways again.
13. “So, are you ready for some wild sex?” Julia leaned forward, elbows on her knees, understanding for the first time the true meaning of the term ‘no brainer’.
14.I taste their magic in the air. I came here to get away from them.
15. I killed myself for Anton Romanek–literally. Not out of love–out of necessity.
16. Alcohol doesn’t take away the pain of career rejection, but it does dull it a bit. I shift on my cushy green couch and take a sip of my liquid tropical paradise, pretending to listen to the woman beside me.
17. Vayden,Wyo. was not a place Laura wanted to call home. A controlling husband and two needful teenagers had left her feeling trapped.
18. Two things hit Ryan the second he stepped into the kitchen-someone had cleaned the place up, and there was a strange half naked woman smacking the hell out of his coffee maker. The fact that she didn’t belong there would have registered if he hadn’t been too busy staring at the red panties hugging her ass like a second skin.
19. Tony Solomon did not plan to die that day. No way in hell was he going to go up that thing.
20. He marveled over her long beautiful legs while he licked his lips before saying to her, “Nice legs, what time do they open?”
Teresa wasn’t surprised as she thanked him for the mojito, walking away she realized it could have been a lot worse.
21. The second his century long reprieve ended, the Devil set out to destroy his soul again. Unfortunately the Evil One had the advantage because Derek Ramsey’s soul tended to gravitate to the road to perdition.
22. She should have kept running. Lia Brown slammed the door of her ancient Nova a little harder than was necessary, cringed, and shot a glance over her shoulder.
23. I sell time. I’ll do just about anything for just about anybody.
24. Every woman considered stealing a horse and running away on her wedding day, didn’t she? Isabel of Thornwyck glanced around at the guests, hoping there was still time for a miracle.
25. Dani Perez stepped away from the revolving door and walked toward the hotel bar, her four-inch heels clattering like a “Riverdance” audition on the black marble floor. The desk clerk glanced up with a knowing smile.
26. I’m damned if I’ll end up just another body pushed off this cursed bridge! After hours of bloody hand and combat fighting, Duncan, first Viscount Huntingdale, was on his knees on that bridge with a ball shot in his leg, an empty musket and outnumbered four to one.
27. She had wondered how long it would take before she could actually hear them speaking to each other…her mother had warned her eventually the lesions would dig deep enough, grind themselves so far in her brain that it would happen.
Now it had…her ears rang with the deep chatter of their kind, the vampires, and it nearly drove her crazy.
28. I believe “long” and “term” are the two worst four letter words out there, at least when it comes to relationships. Being committed for the long haul is fine, if you’re insane; if you’re not, why weigh yourself down with one anchor of a man?
29. She couldn’t run anymore. The rocks and stones that flanked the Scottish coastline could twist an unwary ankle, or break a foolish neck.
30. Trust–in the single breath it took to speak the word, one could be betrayed.
With alert trepidation, Griffin Vaughan awaited the return of his page from the enemy’s lair.
31. After all this time, it was finally happening–that quiet, maddening tumble into insanity. Annie closed her eyes, fully expecting that when she opened them, the man sitting at her kitchen table–the man who looked like Joel, but couldn’t be Joel–would be gone.
32. At the crack of dawn, my nine year old niece Sophie decided to forego the toilet and poop in her pajamas while standing in the middle of the upstairs hall. Vaguely acknowledging her predicament (size10 Barbie panties full of a walloping load of crap) she kicked off her PJ bottoms and underwear, stepped into the poop and proceeded to clomp down the hall toward her mother’s bedroom, leaving a trail of fecal footprints across the new, beige Berber.
33. “Fuck you,” Susan Deluca screeched, lobbing her favorite Jimmy Choo pump at her soon-to-be-ex husband’s Lexus. It bounced against the car door with a satisfying ‘thunk’ that brought the vehicle to a jerky stop and prompted Dale to lower the window.
34. Men lie. As a dues-paying member of the species, House depended on this fact, subscribed to it–gloried in it.
1. 35. Where did I go right? The thought flitted through Carly’s head as she tunneled under her covers to look at Owen’s fabulous backside just one more
36. There comes, in everyone’s life, a defining moment, where something so monumental happens that it will irrevocably alter your life forever–for Emeline Baxter, this was one of those times. She had been about to snuggle under the covers of her very large, miserably empty bed when the sound first pierced the quiet night.
37. Special Agent Jason McCall’s life fell apart the day he found out that the love of his life was not, in fact, a lesbian. And now there was a red faced bureacrat inches away from his face, screaming at the top of his lungs, “How the fuck could you not realize the chick you’ve been shackin’ up with for the last 2 years was a goddamn spy?”
38. The floor descended at least twenty feet. Surrounded by utter blackness, Lisa Maxwell tipped her head and momentarily wondered what the heck she’d gotten herself into.
39. “Wearing red to their mother’s wake.” A woman’s voice behind Eli Webster sharpened with disapproval–and was that a hint of envy he heard?
40. The alley stretched ahead, dark and ominous…yet Antoinette moved forward, one deliberate step after another. Perspiration beaded on her upper lip and she ran a hand across her face to wipe it away before the saltiness slipped unwelcome to the corners of her mouth.

50 Comments

  1. Margaret A. Golla

    “Great Odin, I demand retribution against this beast!” Freyja gestured toward the dark shiny mass writhing before a large fiery hearth, twisting and turning, as it tried to find a way to escape its bonds. Her voice shook with repressed anger, “He dare defile my sacred stone.”

    Thanks for doing this, Karin :cooldance:

  2. Kim Stagliano

    At the crack of dawn, my nine year old niece Sophie decided to forego the toilet and poop in her pajamas while standing in the middle of the upstairs hall. Vaguely acknowledging her predicament (size10 Barbie panties full of a walloping load of crap) she kicked off her PJ bottoms and underwear, stepped into the poop and proceeded to clomp down the hall toward her mother’s bedroom, leaving a trail of fecal footprints across the new, beige Berber.
    My first inkling of the crisis was a guttural growl, followed by a “whoops!” and a thud from my usually calm and mostly coordinated sister.

    (This contest is so much fun!!! Thanks! KIM)

  3. Cynthia Clark

    I could not believe my good fortune. A car pulled away just as I was within twenty feet of it and I was only one block from the address I was seeking. This was a great start, a sign, an omen.

  4. Charlene Conlon

    I killed myself for Anton Romanek–literally. Not out of love–out of necessity. I had ulterior motives, other reasons.

  5. Michelle

    Every woman considered stealing a horse and running away on her wedding day, didn’t she?
    Isabel of Thornwyck glanced around at the guests, hoping there was still time for a miracle. She smoothed her crimson kirtle, and took a step forward.

    **I’m really enjoying reading all these entries, Karin!**

  6. Theresa

    “Hell, I’ve got kids myself, Deborah, so I can see how something like this can happen””what with you being a single momma and all. It’s a hectic, overwhelming day and then the kid starts to whine.” Stuart Albright, Jamesville’s chief of police, leaned forward in his wood chair, bracing beefy forearms against the scarred surface of the interrogation table.

    Karin, thank you so much for hosting this contest. It’s my favorite form of procrastination at the moment. Best of luck to everyone. :beer:

  7. Kim Finnegan

    The hot black coffee burned as it soaked through Cindy’s business casual Docker slacks.

    “Excuse me,” said a deep baritone voice.

    The apology barely penetrated the zillions of voices in her head telling her how stupid she was to wear light colored slacks; hitting the snooze button three times was a huge mistake; she couldn’t change before the meeting–the one she was now going to be late for; and dear Lord, couldn’t he have picked a better day to make an introduction?

    Thanks Karin. Having a blast! 😀

  8. Rae Monet

    She had wondered how long it would take before she could actually hear them speaking to each other…her mother had warned her eventually the lesions would dig deep enough, grind themselves so far in her brain that it would happen.

    Now it had…her ears rang with the deep chatter of their kind, the vampires, and it nearly drove her crazy. Nothing concrete, just a constant buzz.

  9. Bianca Miller

    Have you ever had one of those “best sex you could ever imagine” dreams? You think you’re hearing angels on high, singing the Hallelujah Chorus and sounding their trumpets for you just as you are about to have the most incredible orgasm of your life. You’re about to hit that high note with them when you realize those aren’t trumpets you’re hearing; no, they’re car horns, introducing Arny the traffic guy, on the morning wake – up show you have your alarm clock set to.

    Thanks, Karin! This is great!:cooldance:

  10. LaDonna

    Somewhere between Heaven and Hell, Nick Winters decided to live. There was something about lying in a pool of his own blood that made him think God wasn’t finished with him yet. Maybe it was the floating sensation of hanging on then letting go, or the woman.

    :elephant:

  11. Gigi George

    I haven’t had sex with my husband in almost four months. And frankly, I don’t miss it. But the really crazy part?

  12. Repeater

    I sell time.
    I’ll do just about anything for just about anybody.
    Unfortunately, Max Vanderbur won’t be buying time from me anymore because last night he bought the farm.

  13. Liz Lipperman

    Dani Perez stepped away from the revolving door and walked toward the hotel bar, her four-inch heels clattering like a “Riverdance” audition on the black marble floor. The desk clerk glanced up with a knowing smile.

    “What in the hell are you looking at?” she wanted to scream, but she knew exactly why he was looking.

    I agree with everyone.This is more fun than sending out queries!! I couldn’t figure out how to underline for internal dialogue. Thanks, Karin.

  14. Karin

    :beer: so glad everyone is enjoying this, I am too, and can’t wait to do it again.

  15. Poppy

    I am justice.
    I am vengeance.
    Is there any difference?

  16. Michelle Diener

    “So, are you ready for some wild sex?”
    Julia leaned forward, elbows on her knees, understanding for the first time the true meaning of the term ‘no brainer’.
    He spoke with a hint of amusement, sprawled low in the comfortable leather chair in a dark corner of the hotel bar, his head back and eyes closed, whiskey glass held loosely in his grip.

  17. May

    I taste their magic in the air.
    I came here to get away from them. They should have stayed away from me.

    (Fun contest, Karin! Thank you.)

  18. Kristi

    Bubble bath made terrible camouflage.
    Myra St. James tilted her legs, trying to get the disappearing bubbles to better cover her lower half.
    “Come on, love, there’s nothing there I haven’t seen before.”

  19. Amanda Murphy

    Jane Ryan gently placed the phone on the counter, tidied her already neat hair, and screamed at the top of her lungs, “I am the rock between the fruit loops.”

    Her anger rose like an imminent eruption of Mount St. Helens. Lee press-on nails popped as her fingertips bit into the granite countertop, ricocheting off the wall and cabinet front to become deadly plastic ammunition.

    Karin, thanks for doing this. :cheerleader:

  20. Edie Ramer

    “Wearing red to their mother’s wake.” A woman’s voice behind Eli Webster sharpened with disapproval–and was that a hint of envy he heard?

    He glanced around, spotting two splashes of red in a sea of dark clothing…and his mouth curved.

  21. Rhonda

    Alcohol doesn’t take away the pain of career rejection, but it does dull it a bit.

    I shift on my cushy green couch and take a sip of my liquid tropical paradise, pretending to listen to the woman beside me. She’s talked nonstop for the past half hour.

    (Thanks, Karin! This is fun!)

  22. Jennette

    Tony Solomon did not plan to die that day. No way in hell was he going to go up that thing. It’d be just his luck to fall and kill himself.

  23. Amy Atwell

    Trust–in the single breath it took to speak the word, one could be betrayed.

    With alert trepidation, Griffin Vaughan awaited the return of his page from the enemy’s lair. He’d sent the boy on a mission of peace and could only trust he would return unharmed.

    (Thanks, Karin! Loving reading all these!)

  24. Patricia Pickett (Greeneyedrican)

    He marveled over her long beautiful legs while he licked his lips before saying to her, “Nice legs, what time do they open?”
    Teresa wasn’t surprised as she thanked him for the mojito, walking away she realized it could have been a lot worse. They could have been caught
    twenty minutes earlier having sex in her sister’s bed.

    Thank you so much for the contest. It’s been alot of fun! :woot:

  25. Lisa Chaplin

    I’m damned if I’ll become another body pushed off this cursed bridge!
    After two hours of bloody hand and combat fighting, Duncan, first Viscount Huntingdale, was on his knees on that bridge with a ball shot in his leg, an empty musket and outnumbered four to one.
    Having led two hundred half-starved Austrian soldiers to slaughter for the sake of the papers he carried, he refused to fail now ““ for if he was caught, England would be plunged into war within days.

  26. Lisa Chaplin

    PS: BIG thanks, Karin! I feel like I’m :drowning: here, but it’s still FUN!

    Lisa

  27. Mary

    Vayden, Wyo., was not a place Laura wanted to call home. A controlling husband and two needful teenagers had left her feeling trapped. She sat alone in her garden, as she often did these days, and began to daydream.

  28. Linda Winfree

    She really had to stop thinking about screwing her boss.

    Being at a sex toy party wasn’t helping.

    Celia St. John sipped at an ironically virginal strawberry daiquiri while around her, women giggled and squealed over the array of adult playthings ““ everything from lotions, oils and powders to vibrators and dildos.

    (My thanks, too, Karin! This is so much fun! :woot:)

  29. Cheryel Hutton

    She should have kept running.

    Lia Brown slammed the door of her ancient Nova a little harder than was necessary, cringed, and shot a glance over her shoulder. All she saw were the two other cars in an otherwise empty parking lot: her friend Jay’s Mustang and an unfamiliar white sedan.

  30. Karin

    posting for Tracey O’Hara:

    The alley stretched ahead, dark and ominous…yet Antoinette moved forward, one deliberate step after another. Perspiration beaded on her upper lip and she ran a hand across her face to wipe it away before the saltiness slipped unwelcome to the corners of her mouth.

    Damn this heat.

  31. Jan

    The second his century long reprieve ended, the Devil set out to destroy his soul again. Unfortunately the Evil One had the advantage because Derek Ramsey’s soul tended to gravitate to the road to perdition. If he’d just listen to his spirit guide this time…

  32. Sharon Cullen

    After all this time, it was finally happening–that quiet, maddening tumble into insanity.

    Annie closed her eyes, fully expecting that when she opened them, the man sitting at her kitchen table–the man who looked like Joel, but couldn’t be Joel–would be gone.

    Unfortunately, when she looked again, he was still there.

  33. Elisabeth

    The floor descended at least twenty feet.

    Surrounded by utter blackness, Lisa Maxwell tipped her head and momentarily wondered what the heck she’d gotten herself into.

    “You okay down ‘der?”

  34. Heather W

    I believe “long” and “term” are the two worst four letter words out there, at least when it comes to relationships. Being committed for the long haul is fine, if you’re insane; if you’re not, why weigh yourself down with one anchor of a man?

    My best friend Maggie, a hopeless romantic, is convinced that it’s possible to find one man and settle down for the rest of your life.


    Thanks, Karin! 🙂

  35. Tracey

    testing again – fingies crossed

  36. Tracey

    Karin,
    I decided to use my yahoo email – and it works :party:
    thanks for your patience

  37. raine

    Men lie.

    As a dues-paying member of the species, House depended on this fact, subscribed to it””gloried in it.

    They lie about who they are, what they do, and how much liquor they can handle.

  38. Racy Li

    Special Agent Jason McCall’s life fell apart the day he found out that the love of his life was not, in fact, a lesbian.
    And now there was a red faced bureaucrat inches away from his face, screaming at the top of his lungs, “How the fuck could you not realize the chick you’ve been shackin’ up with for the last 2 years was a goddamn spy?”
    The question rolled through Jason’s mind as he contemplated full breasts, a tight luscious ass barely clad in mini shorts rounding down long surfer girl legs, and the thought of Angie frolicking with her lesbian lover Emily, and he realized: yup, that’s exactly how he missed it.

  39. Nikki S.

    “Fuck you,” Susan Deluca screeched, lobbing her favorite Jimmy Choo pump at her soon-to-be-ex husband’s Lexus.

    It bounced against the car door with a satisfying ‘thunk’ that brought the vehicle to a jerky stop and prompted Dale to lower the window.

    “Oh, no!”

  40. Elisa

    Two things hit Ryan the second he stepped into the kitchen-someone had cleaned the place up, and there was a strange half naked woman smacking the hell out of his coffee maker. The fact that she didn’t belong there would have registered if he hadn’t been too busy staring at the red panties hugging her ass like a second skin.

    His briefcase hit the floor with a thump and he wouldn’t have been surprised if his jaw followed suit.

  41. April

    Slinking out of bed to come up for air, she stretched her five foot eight inch frame another inch to get a peek at the traditional beach scene spilling through the hole in her condo’s dysfunctional blinds.

    Karin, thanks for the opp. In my second sentence you posted, the last word was dropped–“time.” Thanks again.
    April

  42. Karin

    April can you post all three sentences, please.

  43. SandraBarkevich

    There comes, in everyone’s life, a defining moment, where something so monumental happens that it will irrevocably alter your life forever–for Emeline Baxter, this was one of those times.

    She had been about to snuggle under the covers of her very large, miserably empty bed when the sound first pierced the quiet night. The bright light that followed, brought tears to her eyes, and all around her, pictures and knickknacks began to vibrate.

    **Thanks, Karin. This might be the most exciting contest I’ve ever been in. :hello2:

    Sandy 🙂

  44. Karin

    Gald you made it back in time D’Ann.
    Less then two hours ’til midnight ST, everyone!

  45. D'Ann Linscott-Dunham

    Jace Hill held on for dear life.
    Shackled to a steel pole, his arms screamed a protest as he was jerked sideways again. He shot another desperate glance around–how in the hell had he ended up square in the middle of this mess?

  46. D'Ann Linscott-Dunham

    Karin:
    Just slid mine in under the gun. Been gone all week, rushed home to see if I made it. Whew! What a kick this is!
    D’Ann

  47. Karin

    Posting all three lines for April:

    Where did I go right?
    The thought flitted through Carly’s head as she tunneled under her covers to look at Owen’s fabulous backside just one more time. Slinking out of bed to come up for air, she stretched her five foot eight inch frame another inch to get a peek at the traditional beach scene spilling through the hole in her condo’s dysfunctional blinds.

  48. April O.

    Thanks, Karin. I just got back from out of town this minute and saw your request to post all three sentences. You were johnny-on-the-spot. And thanks for running this contest again. I know it’s taking a lot of effort.

  49. Rae Monet

    She had wondered how long it would take before she could actually hear them speaking to each other…her mother had warned her eventually the lesions would dig deep enough, grind themselves so far in her brain that it would happen.

    Now it had…her ears rang with the deep chatter of their kind, the vampires, and it nearly drove her crazy. Nothing concrete, just a constant buzz. It wasn’t enough to see their psychic trail light up like the annual Christmas tree in New York City or have her neurons constantly screaming at her, *there’s one, there’s another one*…no, now she had to hear them, too.

  50. Rae Monet

    Whoops, ignore my post 😳

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