Karin Tabke | Author of Contemporary, Historical, and Paranormal Romance: Author of Sensual Romance
Karin Tabke | Author of Contemporary, Historical, and Paranormal Romance: Author of Sensual Romance


Third Round Lines Are Up!!
January 29th, 2007

From the judge: “This was MUCH harder than last time!… The point here, I guess, is that it is a first line(s) contest, and the most intriguing pull you in.” She also said in a later email she felt the lines this year were much stronger than last year.

I also want to add, I think the competition is much stronger this year. I am sad though to report that several contestants either didn’t post their second line or posted after the deadline. YOU HAVE ALL WEEK! DO NOT WAIT. She who hesitates…

Now, remember, in the comment section of this blog post, put the two lines that got you here, followed by the third line. You have until midnight this Friday to do so. Five entries will be culled in subsequent rounds all the way to the final round.

Good luck!!!

1. Elizabeth squeezed her eyes tight and turned her face away from the wicked-looking blade. She’d seen what it could do.
2. Kenzie Summers swiveled on the bar stool, her gaze encompassing every inch of the lively room in an attempt to find someone to ruin her reputation. Every hormone in her body clicked to attention when she saw him, the epitome of pure sin, weaving through the gyrating couples on the dance floor.
3. The gossip about Cassie Russel swirled around town like a nasty dust. When it got back to the originator, she smiled, mission accomplished.
4. I was in sophomore English–midweek, early November, daydreaming about life after high school–when Sam Blaine made his first move and Jane Austen made her first comment.
“Ellie-ee-ee,” the sinfully cute but annoying-as-hell Sam Blaine chanted softly from his seat behind me.
5. “Maybe you should consider getting a boob job.”
“What?” Kelsie Collins said, pausing mid-bite to look at her mother from across the dinner table; which was, thankfully, tucked away in the far corner of the busy restaurant.
6. When I walked into the office, it felt like the place was holding its breath.
“We’ve got a new client,” Laurel said in a low voice as I passed her desk.
7. On Valentine’s Day, a Friday, Emma O’Manny woke up with two kids, a minivan, a house in the Portland suburbs, and a husband with a sick sense of humor. Three days later, she woke up with a headache, a bottle of Tums, no Kleenex — and a purpose.
8. Jordan Blake always figured he’d go to hell someday, but he never expected it to be this soon. His first clue was a no-brainer, the sign posted outside the town limits read: Hades, Colorado, population two hundred and six.
9. The man lay face-up in a pool of his own blood. Kyra Walsh recoiled but not in terror, she’d seen dead bodies before.
10. Jack Sutton heard a whisper of movement a split second before an arm wrapped around his neck and something sharp plunged into his gut. The shocking reality that he’d just been stabbed registered as he was shoved to the cold, grease-stained concrete floor, his entire midsection on fire.
11. I must’ve pissed off someone at Psych-Ops to pull down an assignment in Forgotten Detroit. I’d been deep inside the maze-like streets of the city’s underbelly half an hour too long, which made me the poster girl for cramped and crabby.
12. Death comes to all of us in many ways. It doesn’t consider how it leaves us to the mercy of others who must view our remains.
13. “I’m sorry to call, but this is bad,” her father said, his voice melodramatic, like over-rehearsed lines from a low-budget horror flick.
Quick as the question, “Bad for you or wife number five?” formed in her mind, attorney Kaitlyn Davis dismissed it because she already knew the answer.
14. Wealth no longer amused Hugh Hennigan and tonight it suffocated him. Disengaging himself from the beautiful sable-wrapped woman climbing into his lap, he breathed, “Constance, please.”
15. The town was quaint, post card perfect; no one would ever guess it held so much malice.
Deceptive, the whole friggin’ thing was so deceptive – she smirked at the thought – it wasn’t until you got a good look at the underbelly of the place that the uneasiness began to set in.
16. “I can make a woman come using just my mouth.”
George Beringer squinted through an alcoholic haze at his friend Damian Hunt, Viscount Atherton, trying to figure out exactly what Damian meant by that remark.
17. “Not no, but hell no,” Maggie said as they stood behind the stage in the massive ballroom of the Marriott hotel in downtown Dallas.
“We’re desperate, Mag, and Jessie said she’d do it if you would,” Carrie pleaded.
18. Joshua shuddered as the massive red door creaked open, allowing the stench of brimstone to steal into the room. Soon he would have to pass through that horrifying door–unless he could come up with a way to evade his fate.
19. To say I was running away would be to admit I couldn’t face the horror that had been inflicted upon me four months earlier. But at the moment, looking out the window of my fourteenth floor apartment, I was unwilling to acknowledge my life had been tilted off its axis.
20. Jordan James paced the tight confines of the elevator, her pounding feet echoed loudly in the tight space. Hospital staff, sick children, and anxious parents huddled in a corner and peered at her nervously.
21. For as long as I can remember, I’ve wanted to be the female version of either Sherlock Holmes or Wong Fei Hung, and that pretty much sums up my life.
We’re on our way to our grandpa’s house when we hear the yelling.
22. “Your sorry ass is going to be even sorrier, Jimmy Ray!”
The bat connected with a sickening, satisfying crunch.
23. Adam McKinnon stretched out on a tree branch and studied the full moon, his cool blue eyes contemplative. Several hundred feet down and off to the right, his small-looking but cozy cabin sat, puffing cheery clouds of smoke into the warm air from a stone chimney.
24. Kyra Delano sipped from her glass of whiskey straight, savouring the sharp burn on her tongue and chill of ice melting in its wake.
The intoxicating fumes invaded her refined sense of smell, removed her for a moment from the repugnant scent of cigarette smoke, old beer spills and sweat – a prerequisite for every nightclub she’d visited this last month.
25. Fighting the natural urge to fade away, disappear, and remain in reclusion, Lelandi Wildhaven spied the seedy tavern down the street where she would set up her first night of surveillance.
Why had her sister ended up dead–here, of all the godforsaken places in the States?
26. “All men are lying, cheating sex-fiends,” said an irate caller on the radio talk show.
“Amen, sister,” Kat Windsor said as she parked her rented SUV behind Hank’s Antiques and secured the 9 mm Glock semiautomatic in her shoulder holster.
27. “Damn loser recruit,” Captain Connors muttered as he sweltered in the alleyway, forced to endure the scents of week-old Chow Mein coming from the Dumpster he leaned against.
A mingle of sweet citrus and coconut strong enough to turn his stomach overpowered even the stench of the restaurant refuse surrounding him as the hairs rose on his arms.
28. “Just keep on driving, Mister,” Moxie said as she struggled to keep the gun in her hand from shaking as she aimed it at the man’s head.
He turned to look down the barrel of the gun, his eyes then trailing up her arm to look into her face.
29. Through the darkness the child ran, dogging the woman’s heels. Short, angular legs that had never seen an ounce of baby fat, churned through the sweating foliage.
30. “Despite what you apparently believe,” Lieutenant Kathryn Glace snapped, the pale skin across her cheeks tightening and tinting peach, “I’ve given this a great deal of thought—the family is legitimate, and their unique. . .talents. . have proven significantly helpful in the past.”
“I know who they are,” Nick said, trying to iron the grit from his voice.
31. “Are you out of your mind–you can’t kidnap a cover model!”
“I don’t see why not—he’s only a man—not God.”
32. “Son, you’ve got more metal in you than the Terminator.”
Immobile in a hospital bed with one leg in traction, one arm fractured, and bruises painted on his body like modern art on a canvas, Garrett McCloud found no humor in his doctor’s joke.
33.Keaton, Lady Denham, cursed her bosom as she balanced on the ledge over her father’s study.
“Bloody breasts keep growing like the weeds in father’s garden,” she muttered to herself as she took another small step on the narrow ledge, unable to fully flatten herself as she had, even six months ago.
34.She’s become nothing more than a common thief.
No, not common – nothing about Egyptologist Katherine Meyer could ever be construed as common, especially when she was legally dead.
35. Lord, that man was gorgeous.
Of course, that was why I was standing in his office on a cold, wet Tuesday morning, dressed only in a form-fitting ruby red dress and matching strappy heels.
36.Lindy perused Steven’s form for the one hundredth time since lunch, wondering if today would be the day she would seduce him. Over two months of dating and the hottest it had gotten was a little open mouth kissing.
37. No doubt about it–Cosmo Fortune was a royal pain in the ass. Oh, he tried to make you think his brain-power had receded like his hairline, mumbled his way out of messes with his folksy charm, and all the while he juggled his numerous murky dealings with the same precise arcs as those flaming torches he now wielded onstage.
38. “Some wild animal is going to eat you alive!”
The voice coming through the cell phone had Kia rolling her eyes, as she turned her car off the main road and through the narrow band of dark woods leading to her new home.
39. He’d introduced her to passion in payment for his life. And yet, the woman who would be Captain André Marin’s salvation had closed her mind against him, locking him out of her dreams.
40. “Damn, it’s hotter than the devil’s backyard out here.” Castana Castillo took her hands from the steering wheel just long enough to swipe at the river of sweat running down the nape of her neck and to adjust the volume on George Strait’s “Amarillo by Morning”.
41. “Jesus Mari, when’s the last time you were laid?” The question, coming from this particular girlfriend, wasn’t really surprising; that she’d blurt it out in the middle of a crowded nightclub… well, it made me squirm.
42. Who said dying was easy?
Ruby May stepped out the front door of the Delta Funeral Home in what had been her good luck dress–until they buried her in it.
43. Trevor Carlton hated threats-when they were directed at him. He snapped the cell phone shut on his controlling wife’s warning not to drink excessively during her father’s wake; he planned to celebrate the old man’s death, just as he planned to celebrate hers.
44. “Maybe I should become a lesbian for a week,” I blurted.
Carol choked on what was left of her watered- down frozen strawberry daiquiri.
45. So what if he’d gained a reputation for being wicked. Dair Curator simply did what his race had done for thousands of years–watch over mortals.
46. Like a snake, coiled and ready to strike, it’d been waiting for him when he’d arrived at work. And as it had when he’d first read it, his stomach knotted and cold fear wrapped around him.
47.Should she just kill him?
She wanted to, and lord knew he deserved it.
48. Across the crowded ferry, the little girl looked up and Gabe Moreau ducked his head, praying she’d sit tight and stay the hell away. Blunt fingernails trenched into sweat slicked palms and a phantom tingle in his right palm itched to feel the reassuring weight of his standard issue Glock.
49. As much as he’d hoped Lacey McLaren had gained a hundred pounds and sprouted horns in the five years since he’d last seen her, she hadn’t. Noah cursed, unable to pull his gaze away; if anything, she was more beautiful now than when they’d first met.
50. Okay, let me say from the get-go, I do not have a problem with cops but right now, though, a cop has a real problem with me. What might give that away is that I’m standing on the side of the road in handcuffs with cold eggs in my pockets, making the fact that I really have to pee more pressing with every passing minute.
51. A dead man asked me to trust you?
“Give me one good reason why I should,” Kiera Richards demanded.
52. Mike Gallagher dropped dead—again.
And the Dead Mike Vixens shrieked, “Go, Mike! Go, Mike! DMVs rule!”
53. “What’s Santa doing with a shotgun, partner?” Detective Christina James asked her partner as she strapped on her Kevlar vest.
“He got fired. Merry Christmas.”
54. Couldn’t she just go back to sleep and forget she’d ever poisoned him? But no, all night she tossed and turned and wished she’d thrown those smelly, greenish-tinged chicken breasts away because now he’d never call her.
55. Sure Mary Poppins seemed delightful and charming when she was shaping the futures of Jane and Michael Banks, but now that she’s adopted me as a pet project, not so much. Okay, so chances are it’s not really her–my journal just happens to be channeling someone with exactly the same MO.

96 comments to “Third Round Lines Are Up!!”

  1. Heather W
    January 30th, 2007 at 3:07 pm · Link

    Karin, do you mean you’ve already disqualified two people in this round? I hope it’s not me! 🙂

    Heather (who’s loving the contest!)



  2. Debbie Dunn
    January 30th, 2007 at 3:09 pm · Link

    Karin, would you mind letting us know which entries have been disqualified? I don’t think I can wait a week to find out. I’ve read over all the great entries and it doesn’t seem obvious to me. Thanks.



  3. Karin
    January 30th, 2007 at 3:49 pm · Link

    Yes, Heather, and the contestants have been notified.
    Debbie, they feel bad enough.



  4. Judy Soifer
    January 30th, 2007 at 1:43 pm · Link

    Cheryl,

    I think we’re all a little nervous. Did you look at the fist three posts? I copied and pasted mine from a file, as well. But the period didn’t post. Then when I tried to repost it with an explanation the system thought it was a duplicate and wouldn’t post it. So I rearranged it and the system posted it twice. If I were you I’d levee it. I’m sure The judges know what you meant. You explanation under your post seems sufficient. It so much fun reading everyone lines. Good luck.



  5. Alice Fairbanks-Burton
    January 30th, 2007 at 5:04 pm · Link

    The man lay face-up in a pool of his own blood. Kyra Walsh recoiled but not in terror, she’d seen dead bodies before. In her other life, not here.



  6. Franny Karkosak
    January 30th, 2007 at 5:21 pm · Link

    Keaton, Lady Denham, cursed her bosom as she balanced on the ledge over her father’s study.

    “Bloody breasts keep growing like the weeds in father’s garden,” she muttered to herself as she took another small step on the narrow ledge, unable to fully flatten herself as she had, even six months ago.

    She took two more steps and the voices rising from the study became clear as they lifted up to greet her, soft but audible.



  7. Marion Gillespie
    January 30th, 2007 at 9:22 pm · Link

    Kenzie Summers swiveled on the bar stool, her gaze encompassing every inch of the lively room in an attempt to find someone to ruin her reputation.
    Every hormone in her body clicked to attention when she saw him, the epitome of pure sin, weaving through the gyrating couples on the dance floor.
    “Aren’t you supposed to be at your engagement party, Kenzie?” her friend Nate, the bartender asked.



  8. Marion Gillespie
    January 30th, 2007 at 9:25 pm · Link

    Karin, is that dialogue tag okay or would it be considered more than one sentence? Thanks.



  9. Judith Gilbert
    January 30th, 2007 at 6:43 pm · Link

    “I’m sorry to call, but this is bad,” her father said, his voice melodramatic, like over-rehearsed lines from a low-budget horror flick.

    Quick as the question, “Bad for you or wife number five?” formed in her mind, attorney Kaitlyn Davis dismissed it because she already knew the answer.

    So did her very efficient legal secretary, who rolled her eyes as she plopped a nine-inch thick expandable folder on Kaitlyn’s cluttered desk and mouthed, “Good luck,” before she left.



  10. Elisabeth
    January 30th, 2007 at 11:21 pm · Link

    She’d become nothing more than a common thief.
    No, not common – nothing about Egyptologist Katherine Meyer could ever be construed as common, especially when she was legally dead.

    Kat checked her reflection in the bathroom mirror one last time, took a deep breath to settle the nerves in her stomach and told herself she looked pretty good for a seven-year-old corpse.



  11. Loretta Wheeler
    January 31st, 2007 at 1:11 am · Link

    Karin, will the comment section allow me to italicize a word for inflection? And if not, is it permissible to frame the word in quotes? If not, do you have a suggestion?
    Thanks:)
    And another BIGGER thanks for doing this:)I can’t imagine the jugglin’ act going on there, with your writing, your move and this:)
    _________________________________________________

    And Judy? I was up at 5:30 this morning, reading all the one liner’s and almost choked on my coffee when I read yours…over and over and…:)It was my first belly laugh of the day:) get outta the bed woman and just keep goin’ – someday I’ll tell you what I did on the PA system at work – that’ll make what you did look like a piss ant lil thing!:)



  12. Karin
    January 31st, 2007 at 1:16 am · Link

    Loretta, if there is a way to italicize in the comment section I don’t know what the process is.
    I’d suggest an * on *either* side of the word.



  13. Loretta Wheeler
    January 31st, 2007 at 1:38 am · Link

    The town was quaint, post card perfect; no one would ever guess it held so much malice.

    Deceptive, the whole friggin’ thing was so deceptive – she smirked at the thought – it wasn’t until you got a good look at the underbelly of the place that the uneasiness began to set in. And once it *had*
    set in – it grew – spreading like a malignant cancer, until no amount of denial could send it into remission.



  14. Loretta Wheeler
    January 31st, 2007 at 1:41 am · Link

    Thank you for the * suggestion, I’m new to the “blob” thing..BG….



  15. Rachel
    January 31st, 2007 at 1:45 am · Link

    Lord, that man was gorgeous.

    Of course, that was why I was standing in his office on a cold, wet Tuesday morning, dressed only in a form-fitting ruby red dress and matching strappy heels.

    I was a little cold, but not enough to make me rethink by wordrobe choice – long legs and perky feet were my only real assests, so I had no choice but to show them.

    ——

    Thanks Karin, and hope your hand is better already :).



  16. Rachel
    January 31st, 2007 at 1:49 am · Link

    Oh no!! I made a typo!! by / my. Karin, I’ll put it here again. Sorry for clogging the list.
    —–

    Lord, that man was gorgeous.

    Of course, that was why I was standing in his office on a cold, wet Tuesday morning, dressed only in a form-fitting ruby red dress and matching strappy heels.

    I was a little cold, but not enough to make me rethink my wordrobe choice – long legs and perky feet were my only real assests, so I had no choice but to show them.



  17. Stephanie Lilley
    January 31st, 2007 at 1:16 pm · Link

    Mike Gallagher dropped dead””again.

    And the Dead Mike Vixens shrieked, “Go, Mike! Go, Mike! DMVs rule!”

    Tapestry watched as Mike’s body rolled toward her and came to rest face up, tin whistle still clutched in his cold, ‘dead’ hands.



  18. Nicole Carter
    January 31st, 2007 at 4:54 pm · Link

    Adam McKinnon stretched out on a tree branch and studied the full moon, his cool blue eyes contemplative. Several hundred feet down and off to the right, his small-looking but cozy cabin sat, puffing cheery clouds of smoke into the warm air from a stone chimney.

    He inhaled deeply, the scent of the night and the surrounding forest rushed in, filling his lungs to bursting before releasing in a gush



  19. Nicole Carter
    January 31st, 2007 at 4:56 pm · Link

    Adam McKinnon stretched out on a tree branch and studied the full moon, his cool blue eyes contemplative. Several hundred feet down and off to the right, his small-looking but cozy cabin sat, puffing cheery clouds of smoke into the warm air from a stone chimney.

    He inhaled deeply, the scent of the night and the surrounding forest rushed in, filling his lungs to bursting before releasing in a gush.
    ——
    Yeah. There’s the period!



  20. Anne
    January 31st, 2007 at 9:29 pm · Link

    As much as he’d hoped Lacey McLaren had gained a hundred pounds and sprouted horns in the five years since he’d last seen her, she hadn’t. Noah cursed, unable to pull his gaze away; if anything, she was more beautiful now than when they’d first met. His heart tripped over itself, his gut twisting into knots as he watched her lead the chestnut mare into the middle of the indoor arena and mount up.



  21. Faith V. Smith
    February 1st, 2007 at 7:21 am · Link

    “Are you out of your mind–you can’t kidnap a cover model!”

    “I don’t see why not””he’s only a man””not God.”

    “I don’t care, Samantha””it’s wrong–we’ll end up in jail, and I don’t want to get thrown out of my first Romantic Times Book Lovers Convention.”



  22. Faith V. Smith
    February 1st, 2007 at 9:51 am · Link

    Karin, I’m glad your hand is doing better. I’m sorry you’ve had such pain.

    To all the others: Good Luck!



  23. Alyssa Goodnight
    February 1st, 2007 at 11:23 am · Link

    This is just a test, to check some code for italics…

    This should be in italics…



  24. Alyssa Goodnight
    February 1st, 2007 at 11:25 am · Link

    Great! It worked! So if you want something in italics, type target word or words , and lose the spaces.

    Sorry to clog things up, Karin, and thanks for this opportunity.



  25. Alyssa Goodnight
    February 1st, 2007 at 11:27 am · Link

    So sorry! It italicized even with all the spaces in there. Trying again…
    target word…Lose the asterisks.



  26. Alyssa Goodnight
    February 1st, 2007 at 11:35 am · Link

    Sure Mary Poppins seemed delightful and charming when she was shaping the futures of Jane and Michael Banks, but now that she’s adopted me as a pet project, not so much. Okay, so chances are it’s not really her”“my journal just happens to be channeling someone with exactly the same MO. That’s right, my journal, the two-dimensional little book that’s just supposed to sit idly by and take whatever it is that I’m dishing out.

    ————————————–
    Sorry, Karin. I’m giving up on trying to post about the italics. If anyone wants to know, they can email me.



  27. Stacey Netzel
    February 1st, 2007 at 9:50 pm · Link

    Jordan Blake always figured he’d go to hell someday, but he never expected it to be this soon. His first clue was a no-brainer, the sign posted outside the town limits read: Hades, Colorado, population two hundred and six.

    He almost hit the second clue as he wheeled his Lexus onto Main Street and immediately swerved to avoid the horse tied to the hitching rail.



  28. Diane Della Maggiora
    February 1st, 2007 at 11:00 pm · Link

    “Son, you’ve got more metal in you than the Terminator.”

    Immobile in a hospital bed with one leg in traction, one arm fractured, and bruises painted on his body like modern art on a canvas, Garrett McCloud found no humor in his doctor’s joke.

    Refraining from comment, he watched Dr. Shaw flip open the chart and wrinkle his lips while he studied whatever mysterious gibberish doctors wrote on the things.



  29. Gaill
    February 1st, 2007 at 11:39 pm · Link

    Okay, let me say from the get-go, I do not have a problem with cops but right now, though, a cop has a real problem with me. What might give that away is that I’m standing on the side of the road in handcuffs with cold eggs in my pockets, making the fact that I really have to pee more pressing with every passing minute.
    I’m bouncing around trying to ease the need when Officer Friendly puts himself in my face and says, “If you run, all you get as a bonus is sweaty.”



  30. Gaill
    February 2nd, 2007 at 12:39 am · Link

    OMG, this is so hard! I mean, I have this story to tell, but telling it one line at a time is hard. Which might explain why some of us, and me the worst offender, have these run on sentences that we wouldn’t normally write, but to stay a viable contestant, need to put more info into each line than we might in a true sentence of something we would write to be seen by someone who would be judging us by more than line for line. OH please don’t think I’m whining, in reality, this haen really good for me to see what can be cut that I would never have thought to cut before. It makes me think about writing in a tighter way. I love this, as bad as I hate it, but I want more, more, more. Don’t stop now! Oh wait! that line was for my husband! Last night! I really do love this and I love being a part of this. Thanks, Karin, for making this contest so fun, and I want you to know, that once I become pubbed and have a blog, I am having a contest called the Karin Tabke Oneliner Contest, and will be humbled for you to even acknowledge that it is dedicated to you. And maybe your thumb. I’m done ranting now, without even saying a word about AI, but really, thanks, Karin, for giving us this chance at be at a different place in our writing.



  31. Karin
    February 2nd, 2007 at 12:58 am · Link

    no problem, Alyssa! Thanks for the info. 🙂

    Gaill, you are too cute. Thank you and I’m so glad you’re enjoying the contest.



  32. Gaill
    February 2nd, 2007 at 1:14 am · Link

    Note to self- never, ever put a comment on a blog when you drank the whole bottle of wine at dinner. Make copious copies of this note and post them everywhere you might be tempted to drink the entire stock of KENDALL JACKSON CHARDONNAY.



  33. LaDonna
    February 2nd, 2007 at 1:45 am · Link

    Who said dying was easy?

    Ruby May stepped out the front door of the Delta Funeral Home in what had been her good luck dress–until they buried her in it.

    She studied her reflection in passing, and realized dying in Delta had a downside; she was a Blue Light Special on heels.



  34. Karin
    February 2nd, 2007 at 1:53 am · Link

    roflmao, Gaill. K-J will get you every time.



  35. Mary Marvella
    February 2nd, 2007 at 3:00 am · Link

    Maybe I should become a lesbian for a week,” I blurted.
    Carol choked on what was left of her watered down frozen strawberry daiquiri.
    I intended to pat her back, but she had become a blur ““ three too many daiquiris for me ““ and even the beige walls of my den seemed to move.



  36. Mary Marvella
    February 2nd, 2007 at 3:02 am · Link

    There are some wonderful beginnings here. The competition intensifies.

    I laughed at the run-on sentence comment. Guilty!

    Good luck, ladies!



  37. Sharon Cullen
    February 2nd, 2007 at 7:16 am · Link

    Like a snake, coiled and ready to strike, it’d been waiting for him when he’d arrived at work. And as it had when he’d first read it, his stomach knotted and cold fear wrapped around him.

    He’d stared at the words, reading them but not processing them.



  38. Linda
    February 2nd, 2007 at 9:29 am · Link

    “Your sorry ass is going to be even sorrier, Jimmy Ray!”
    The bat connected with a sickening, satisfying crunch. Jimmy Ray’s pained, horrified expression should have sent a spurt of triumph through Angel, but it didn’t.



  39. Edie Ramer
    February 2nd, 2007 at 4:16 pm · Link

    Wow, there are some great lines! I don’t envy this week’s judge. And I love it that Gaill’s third line has “Officer Friendly” in it.:lol:



  40. Tracey
    February 2nd, 2007 at 6:25 pm · Link

    WOW – this years lines are FANTASTIC. I have my favourites BUT it’s really hard picking them and they keep changing with every new line. As far as contest go – this is my all time favourite as you get to see the progress and watch the stories unflding line by line. Well done ladies and keep em coming.

    Karin – as always – thank you for this. I am so addicted again. I must hit your site about a dozen times a day checking for the next lines.



  41. Lynette Curtis
    February 2nd, 2007 at 6:40 pm · Link

    Gail.

    LMAO at your post! Both of them. But, hey run on sentences are better than a typo, like I have. And, I too was thinking about doing something like this when I was published.

    Thank you to Karin for giving back and helping us all.

    Good luck to everyone.



  42. Donna Caubarreaux
    February 2nd, 2007 at 6:59 pm · Link

    The gossip about Cassie Russel swirled around town like a nasty dust.

    When it got back to the originator, she smiled, mission accomplished.

    At the Tunica Tavern, Jack Slater overheard the rumor and crushed the beer can in his hand.



  43. Donna Caubarreaux
    February 2nd, 2007 at 7:20 pm · Link

    Yes, thank you Karin. What a lesson in beginnings! There are some fantastic lines…though I have to say that whoever did the comment about the run on sentences was a hoot!

    I’m having trouble viewing the posts. But I do want to try a …italic… let me see if that is what I understood. Probably not.



  44. Donna Caubarreaux
    February 2nd, 2007 at 7:25 pm · Link

    Nope. I’ll have to email the person who knows how to do it.

    Gotta love technology.

    Went back up and I’ll try just one more time targetword I hope I’m doing this right.



  45. Debbie Dunn
    February 2nd, 2007 at 8:10 pm · Link

    Gaill, wine or no wine you very succinctly said what many of us are feeling. LOL! Karin, thanks so much for your patience with us. Glad to see I’m not the only one addicted and visiting your site about half dozen times a day!



  46. Karin
    February 3rd, 2007 at 3:03 am · Link

    It is currently one minute after midnight pacific standard time. third round lines are now closed.
    sorry to those who didn’t get in, in time.

    the fourth round entries will be posted monday.

    GOOD LUCK!



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