Round Six!

July 10, 2006 | Karin's Blog | 40 comments

I had a cranky judge this weekend.  Mostly because they had difficulty narrowing down the 25 to move on to round six. I will admit to being very surprised.  One of my favs didn’t make it.  🙁

Here are the 25 who made it to the sixth round.  Y’all know the drill.  Good Luck ladies.

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. This was a great start, a sign, an omen. I was going to be early, but to get a great parking space, and a free one at that in San Francisco was worth it.
I would not brave
Pacific Heights in rush hour for just anyone, except a client.
2.  “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?
Eli glanced around, spotting two splashes of red in a sea of dark clothing…and his mouth curved. A tall, slender blonde clung to a short, curvy blonde, oblivious in their grief to the well-dressed men and women nibbling on hors d’oeuvres inside the great room of their stepfather’s Gothic Revival. The two women looked juicier than ripe plums–and Eli always liked biting into a ripe plum.
3. 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. Nick had pulled her from the wreckage and now, lying on the soaked ground, he watched as both cars disappeared into the Cumberland River below.
Blood filled his right eye as the scene blurred, the storm a chaotic buzzing.
4. 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.”
Drawing her knees to her chest,
Myra shifted uncomfortably as her ex-fiance grinned and tilted his head as if to get a better look.
“Saw, past tense, as in before you started boffing your secretary,” Myra said, cursing the bursting bubbles, the need to pamper herself before meeting Blind Date #3 at Pier W, and that stupid ceramic frog hide-a-key she knew wouldn’t keep a burglar – or anyone else – out of her condo if they really wanted in.
5. 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. Each item she selected only fueled her fantasies about Tom McMillian.
Damn it, why couldn’t she get the man out of her head?
6. I taste their magic in the air.
I came here to get away from them. They should have stayed away from me. They must know what I did to his killers. It’s not like I enjoyed the killing.
7. 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.
Griffin‘s breath rose on the cold still air as he recalled how long ago, in the aftermath of a momentary madness, such trust had ensnared his future. Now, to end the battles between Worthing and Densemere, he would marry the daughter of his father’s most bitter rival.
8.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 the hell are you looking at?” she wanted to scream, but she knew exactly why he was looking. The stupid dress her sister had chosen damn-near showed the cheeks of her ass.
Dani stopped in front of the bar door, a sudden rush of apprehension overwhelming her as she struggled to keep a falling ringlet of hair out of her eyes, and she silently cursed her twin a second time.
9.  “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.
He was so close now Deborah could smell the hint of onions on his breath, hear the smoke-raspy catch to his breathing. She drew back, retreating until the wood slats of her chair pressed hard against her spine, trying to think past the exhaustion, past the icy bite of fear.
10. 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. After seeing how her last relationship ended, I agree with her: she’s hopeless.
Besides, monogamy isn’t natural: a lot of animals kill their mates after sex, which makes a lot of sense to me.
11. 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. Her father had told her nothing about her bridegroom, not even his name.
A well-dressed man stood beside the priest.
12. 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.
“—and they don’t ever read their assignments,” the woman hollers above the sweet sounds of Prince, who, unlike me, gets to party like its 1999. She shakes her head and says, “I just don’t understand it.”
13. 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.
Sweat trickled down her back, robbing her of more precious moisture and she tugged the damp t-shirt away from her sticky skin.
“Found it yet?” Nici’s voice buzzed through the comms headset attached to her ear.
14. I killed myself for Anton Romanek–literally.
Not out of love—out of necessity. I had ulterior motives, other reasons. An Ancient Greek philosopher had said he could move the world, if only he had a big enough lever and a place to stand; like that ancient philosopher, I was trying to move the world, with the country of Toural as my place to stand, and Drakonis as my lever.
Drakonis and Anton Romanek were one and the same–which was hardly a secret.
15. 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.
“You’re paranoid,” she muttered, as she started toward the currently empty nightclub. “Frank probably doesn’t even know you’re back in EastRiver, and he sure doesn’t know where you’ll be today.”
16. 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.
Even before the newspaper hit the streets I knew the headline would read, “Professor Murdered.” I scanned the article while I waited for Ben Parker to join me at Chubby’s Diner, my heartbeat
accelerating the minute I read the last paragraph.
17.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. About their women, their prowess, their dicks. How big, how long, how thick, and how much coochie it’s conquered on the playing field.
18.  “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.
With his tawny hair, he looked like a lion, in control of his power and vaguely amused by the rest of the world.
Julia felt a throb deep between her legs, an ache in her nipples, and he hadn’t touched her yet.
19. 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.
“Please, not yet,” I yelled into the open air of my bedroom.
I laid in bed for a few more minutes while I reflected on my dream, as well as calmed down from it.
20. 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. Joel with hair as dark as sin and eyes of the devil. Eyes that were watching her with a mixture of amusement and sadness.  She hesitated only a second before perching on the edge of her ultra-firm sleigh bed, looking down as she pushed a little nubby place in the carpet with her toe.
21.  “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!” The minute she started across the lawn that window went right back up and Dale, who sat protected by steel and shatter-proof glass, mouthed obscenities right back at her. “You back your fucking ass on out of here…go on…go!”
22.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.
“Can I…ah…get you a bathrobe or something?” Shit like this didn’t happen to a man every day.
23. I am justice.
I am vengeance.
Is there any difference?
The whimpers, the cries–those I could have ignored. Along Telegraph Avenue, where I live and work, the façade of students, tourists, and alt-trendy shops never quite hides the muck of the city.
24.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.
Ignoring her better judgment–when had she ever listened to it anyway–Emeline threw back the covers and raced toward the rattling window in time to see a blaze of fiery-orange streak past and hit the ground with a deafening roar. She barely had enough time to shield her face before the glass shattered, raining down on her like hundreds of stinging insects.
25. 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.
An anxious lifeguard blew his air horn at a pink-floated swimmer out past his comfort zone, and the voice from the bed had its own sharp quality—”Coming back over here soon?”
 
If I screwed up anyone’s lines, please forgive me in advance. Just let me know.

 

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40 Comments

  1. April O.

    Thanks, Karin. But I think my last line is missing. The one I posted all by itself the last time. If I need to do something, please let me know.

  2. Karin

    Just psot your new lines all together, so this weeks judge will see them. Sometimes when I cut and paste I cut a line and forget to paste it back on. 😳

  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. I was going to be early, but to get a great parking space, and a free one at that in San Francisco was worth it.
    I would not brave Pacific Heights in rush hour for just anyone, except a client. Karin, a nice woman but traumatized and angry; no, pissed off that no one would believe her.

  4. April O.

    OK, when I post my next sentence (#6), I’ll put everything in again. In the meantime, my #5 sentence looks like it was tacked onto the number 20 entry. That author might be surprised! 🙂
    Thanks again, Karin.

  5. Theresa

    April,

    LMAO.:shit:

  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.

    He was so close now Deborah could smell the hint of onions on his breath, hear the smoke-raspy catch to his breathing. She drew back, retreating until the wood slats of her chair pressed hard against her spine, trying to think past the exhaustion, past the icy bite of fear.

    “It’s all about the little things, isn’t it,” Albright continued, “he wants pizza instead of peas for dinner, or maybe he just won’t go to bed””the point is he starts to whine.

  7. 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.

    “””and they don’t ever read their assignments,” the woman hollers above the sweet sounds of Prince, who, unlike me, gets to party like its 1999. She shakes her head and says, “I just don’t understand it.”

    “Yeah, I hear ya,” I say to her with a fake smile, trying to pour empathy into my voice.

    (Thanks Karin! This is fun!)

  8. 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.

    “You’re paranoid,” she muttered, as she started toward the currently empty nightclub. “Frank probably doesn’t even know you’re back in EastRiver, and he sure doesn’t know where you’ll be today.”

    She turned, and the uneven gravel lot caused her foot to twist, which shot a quick burst of pain up her leg into her bad hip.

  9. May

    I taste their magic in the air.
    I came here to get away from them. They should have stayed away from me. They must know what I did to his killers. It’s not like I enjoyed the killing.
    But they are making me.

  10. 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?

    Eli glanced around, spotting two splashes of red in a sea of dark clothing…and his mouth curved. A tall, slender blonde clung to a short, curvy blonde, oblivious in their grief to the well-dressed men and women nibbling on hors d’oeuvres inside the great room of their stepfather’s Gothic Revival. The two women looked juicier than ripe plums–and Eli always liked biting into a ripe plum. Then they stepped apart, and Eli saw the painting on the wall behind them.

  11. Jan

    Thanks to Karin for hosting such a unique contest. Good luck to the writers who passed to the next round. It was a fun experience for me and I’m anxious to see who wins! 🙂

  12. 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.

    Nick had pulled her from the wreckage and now, lying on the soaked ground, he watched as both cars disappeared into the Cumberland River below. Blood filled his right eye as the scene blurred, the storm a chaotic buzzing.

    Nick reached for her hand as labored breaths merged and formed, linking two spirits, while she beckoned him to come and play.

  13. Jennette

    Karin, is there any chance you can add an RSS feed to your blog? I keep forgetting to check it!
    And thanks for your (and Tracey’s) kind words about my entry. It didn’t occur to me to email as I was gone way past the deadline, but I’m still enjoying reading the others!

  14. 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.
    With his tawny hair, he looked like a lion, in control of his power and vaguely amused by the rest of the world.

    Julia felt a throb deep between her legs, an ache in her nipples, and he hadn’t touched her yet. She squirmed in the slippery leather chair and arched her back slightly, suddenly breathless.

  15. 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.

    Griffin’s breath rose on the cold still air as he recalled how long ago, in the aftermath of a momentary madness, such trust had ensnared his future. Now, to end the battles between Worthing and Densemere, he would marry the daughter of his father’s most bitter rival. Her promised dowry included all Densemere lands upon her father’s death, forging a strong alliance, a harbinger of peace, between their families.

  16. 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.”

    Drawing her knees to her chest, Myra shifted uncomfortably as her ex-fiance grinned and tilted his head as if to get a better look.

    “Saw, past tense, as in before you started boffing your secretary,” Myra said, cursing the bursting bubbles, the need to pamper herself before meeting Blind Date #3 at Pier W, and that stupid ceramic frog hide-a-key she knew wouldn’t keep a burglar – or anyone else – out of her condo if they really wanted in.

    Miles rolled his eyes, but the half-smirking you-know-you-want-me grin stayed in place.

    ps – Karin, this just gets more and more fun each week. Thanks!:cheerleader:

  17. 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 the hell are you looking at?” she wanted to scream, but she knew exactly why he was looking. The stupid dress her sister had chosen damn-near showed the cheeks of her ass.

    Dani stopped in front of the bar door, a sudden rush of apprehension overwhelming her as she struggled to keep a falling ringlet of hair out of her eyes, and she silently cursed her twin a second time. Her usual ponytail would have been so much easier, but Nikki had insisted on pulling her unmanagable hair up and curling it around her face – said it was sexy.

  18. Sharon Cullen

    Hey, April O. I’m entry #20 and yeah, I was a little surprised 😀 But that’s okay, it’s a good line :mrgreen:

  19. Michelle Willingham

    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. Her father had told her nothing about her bridegroom, not even his name.

    A well-dressed man stood beside the priest.

  20. Poppy

    I am justice.

    I am vengeance.

    Is there any difference?

    The whimpers, the cries””those I could have ignored. Along Telegraph Avenue, where I live and work, the façade of students, tourists, and alt-trendy shops, never quite hides the muck of the city. If you want to see it, the pain and squalor are evident in the drug litter kicked to the gutters and in the stench of every urine-coated doorway.

  21. Amanda Murphy

    Karin, thanks for an awesome opportunity, I can’t wait to see who wins.:typing:

  22. Tracey

    Hey Michelle – you forgot your sixth Line – You’ve only entered your fifth

    A well-dressed man stood beside the priest.

  23. Tracey

    Hey Karin – love the new look website :o)

  24. Michelle

    Karin–ack! I accidentally posted line 5 (same entry) instead of adding the new line. Scratch the other one. Here is the correct one:

    11. 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. Her father had told her nothing about her bridegroom, not even his name.
    A well-dressed man stood beside the priest. He had little hair, save a snowy fringe around a shiny pate.

  25. Linda

    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. Each item she selected only fueled her fantasies about Tom McMillian.

    Damn it, why couldn’t she get the man out of her head?

    She’d purchased a bottle of the scented warming body lotion and imagined his hands rubbing it into her skin.

  26. Karin

    I love the new site too! Thanks everyone!

  27. Tempest Knight

    5. 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. Each item she selected only fueled her fantasies about Tom McMillian.
    Damn it, why couldn’t she get the man out of her head?

  28. Charlene Conlon

    I killed myself for Anton Romanek”“literally.

    Not out of love””out of necessity. I had ulterior motives, other reasons. An Ancient Greek philosopher had said he could move the world, if only he had a big enough lever and a place to stand; like that ancient philosopher, I was trying to move the world, with the country of Toural as my place to stand, and Drakonis as my lever.

    Drakonis and Anton Romanek were one and the same”“which was hardly a secret. He was the most powerful, the most intelligent, and the most dangerous supervillain in the world.

  29. 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. After seeing how her last relationship ended, I agree with her: she’s hopeless.

    Besides, monogamy isn’t natural: a lot of animals kill their mates after sex, which makes a lot of sense to me. I’ve never killed a guy (although some of them have richly deserved it), but I’ve also never spent more than two months with one, and I usually kick them to the curb far earlier than that.

  30. 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. Joel with hair as dark as sin and eyes of the devil. Eyes that were watching her with a mixture of amusement and sadness.

    “What are you doing here?” she whispered, curling her fingers around the edge of the counter so she wouldn’t fall over.

  31. 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. About their women, their prowess, their dicks. How big, how long, how thick, and how much coochie it’s conquered on the playing field.

    But just this once, on this very special occasion, House discovered his friends had not lied to him.

  32. Tracey

    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.
    Sweat trickled down her back, robbing her of more precious moisture and she tugged the damp t-shirt away from her sticky skin.
    “Found it yet?” Nici’s voice buzzed through the comms headset attached to her ear.

    “No,” she whispered.

  33. 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.

    “Can I…ah…get you a bathrobe or something?”
    Shit like this didn’t happen to a man every day.

    He should be pissed that some crazy woman had broken into his apartment, but he couldn’t get his mind to wrap around the concept of her being a real naked lady rather than a figment of his overworked imagination.

  34. 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.

    “Please, not yet,” I yelled into the open air of my bedroom.

    I laid in bed for a few more minutes while I reflected on my dream, as well as calmed down from it. A little shiver overtook me as I remembered some of the things my dream man had been doing.

    Thanks again, Karin! This has been great.

  35. 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!” The minute she started across the lawn that window went right back up and Dale, who sat protected by steel and shatter-proof glass, mouthed obscenities right back at her. “You back your fucking ass on out of here…go on…go!”

    Susan watched him speed away, his middle finger raised in a rude good-bye, while across the street the chug-chug-chug of a water sprinkler punctured the now-silent pristine neighborhood.

  36. 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.

    Ignoring her better judgment–when had she ever listened to it anyway–Emeline threw back the covers and raced toward the rattling window in time to see a blaze of fiery-orange streak past and hit the ground with a deafening roar. She barely had enough time to shield her face before the glass shattered, raining down on her like hundreds of stinging insects.

    “Holy–“ she let out a hiss as she dropped her hands and peered over the windowsill into her decimated backyard.

    This is getting soooo exciting! Thanks, Karin.

    Sandy 🙂

  37. 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.

    Even before the newspaper hit the streets I knew the headline would read, “Professor Murdered.” I scanned the article while I waited for Ben Parker to join me at Chubby’s Diner, my heartbeat accelerating as I read the last paragraph.

    “You look like crap,” Ben said as he settled into the seat accross from me.

  38. 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.

    Even before the newspaper hit the streets I knew the headline would read, “Professor Murdered.” I scanned the article while I waited for Ben Parker to join me at Chubby’s Diner, my heartbeat accelerating as I read the last paragraph.

    “You look like crap,” Ben said as he settled into the seat across from me.

    —Previous post had a typo and I don’t like those! Please use this post. And thanks so much for running this contest.

  39. April O.

    Where did I go right?

    The thought flitted through Carly’s head as she tunneled under her covers to look at Owen’s 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.

    An anxious lifeguard blew his air horn at a pink-floated swimmer out past his comfort zone, and the voice from the bed had its own sharp quality—“Coming back over here soon?”

    “I’ve barely been away from this bed for the last 24 hours,” she reminded him.

    Thanks, Karin. I’m having a blast.

  40. Karin

    Glad everyone is still having such a good time with the contest, and thank you for the nice words about my hot cop site. I’ll post the next round Monday. Everyone enjoy what’s left of the weekend.

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