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WRiTE CLUB 2021 - Preliminary Bout #5





Here we are with the final bout of the week - but remember, the voting for each bout remains open for an entire week, so if you missed one or two you can always go back and catch up over the weekend. Here's a timeline of how the remainder of the contest will play out.



Here's a reminder of what is happening. WRiTE CLUB (sponsored by Wild Lark Books) is a tournament-style contest that will run for nine weeks (which includes a week break for the holidays). It provides writers the opportunity to compete against one another for a chance to win a free publication package (along with other prizes). Here’s the kicker—it’s all done anonymously. Writers have submitted 500-word writing samples under pen names. The chosen (decided by a group of twelve slush pile readers) are paired off to go head-to-head in daily “bouts”, with the winner of each match determined by you the reader—by voting for your favorites. Bout winners keep advancing until there are only two remaining and that’s when a panel of celebrity judges, who include well know authors, agents, editors, and other publishing folks, choose the ultimate champion.

Anyone can vote (as long as you have a Google sign-in or verifiable email address), and when you do, we encourage you to leave a mini-critique for both writers. Oh, the voters can win a $50 Wild Lark Books gift card. Each time you vote in a bout your name will be placed into a hat and at the end of the contest, one name will be selected to receive the prize.

How this works—two anonymous (pen name only) writing samples are waiting in the ring below. Visitors to this blog (that’s you) should read both entries and then vote by leaving a comment for the one that resonates with you the most. We also ask that you leave a brief critique for both writers with your vote because that is one of the real values of this contest—FEEDBACK. Please be respectful with your remarks!

Even though there will be a different bout every day (M-F), the voting for each bout will remain open for seven days from the date I post it to give as many people as possible to have a say. Voting for today’s bout will close on Thurs. Dec 16th (noon central time). To help keep up with which bouts are open, you can follow along on the WRiTE CLUB Scoreboard updated right HERE.

It’s that simple. The writing piece that garnishes the most votes will move on to the next round where they’ll face a different opponent. In case of a tie, I’m the deciding vote. I can do that because, like all of you, I do not know the real names of our contestants either (my wife processes all the submissions).

A few more rules –

1) One vote per visitor per bout.

2) Although our contestants are anonymous, voters cannot be. Anonymous votes will not count, so if you do not have a Google account and are voting as a guest, be sure to include your name and email address.

3) Using any method (email, social media, text, etc) to solicit votes for a specific contestant will cause that contestant's immediate disqualification. What is okay, in fact, encouraged, is to spread the word about the contest to get more people to vote, just not for a specific writer!

That’s enough of the fine print…here we go!



On one side of the ring stands The Comet representing the Fantasy genre.

Flames of Anger

Fire flamed in Maggie’s hand as her eyes narrowed on the man in front of her. He killed her best friend. The image of Janell’s lifeless body, blood seeping from a wound on her chest, fueled the rage building inside her. 

She closed her eyes and sucked in a deep breath, channeling all her energy and thoughts into the fire she was about to unleash. Warmth spread from her chest, down her arms, and into her hands, making the flame there grow bigger and bigger. 

The pendant around her neck glowed as she pulled even more magic from it. Her fingers tingled with the power flowing through them. When she was satisfied it was enough, she opened her eyes and focused on the man staring wide-eyed in front of her. 

He scrambled backward. “Please, I had no choice. The king would have killed my family.”

“So you sacrificed one human to save another?”

“If it would have been your family, would you not have done the same? I have a little girl, Marcy. She needs me.” A tear slid down the man's cheek.

The anger inside Maggie faded slightly. The flame that had been building in her hands shrunk just a little. If she killed this man, she would be no better than him. She may even be worse than him. At least he killed to save another. She would be killing out of pain and anger, killing for revenge.

The flame dancing in her hand grew smaller until there was nothing left but a wisp of smoke. As much as she wanted to see this man pay for killing Janell, she couldn’t just take his life. Her eyes locked onto his. “You better leave while you still can.”

A sob escaped his lips. “Thank you. I won’t ever forget this.” He turned and ran for the woods, disappearing among the trees.

Maggie dropped to her knees, allowing the sorrow of losing her best friend to consume her. She buried her head in her hands. Sobs racked her body as tears flowed unchecked down her cheeks.

When she had no more tears left, she wiped her eyes and got to her feet. Things would never be the same again. 
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On the far side of the ring, we have WritingwithBourbon who represents the Alt History Fantasy genre.

Dull light from swaying kerosene lamps passed over the dead firing squad. Alexei and his family stared at the crows plucking the eyes out of the Bolshevik soldiers.

“Thank God,” Alexei whispered. He wiped away the splattered blood on his hands and face, then patted himself down, looking for cuts and bruises. “Thank God! The blood’s not mine.”

“We must go!” His fatherurged. Their first step from the wall and the murder of crows stopped feasting. “Go!” His father hissed. At their second step, black wings swarmed them, cawed them back against the wall. Hands pushed Alexei back and forth, rattling his head. His mother kept him behind her, half wrapped in her skirts.

“Anything?” She demanded over her shoulder, eyes wide. He patted himself down again.

“Nothing.” Alexei lied, swallowing the blood from his bitten tongue.

Howling winter winds blew out of the basement’s shadows. Alexei’s family huddledand shivered

“Leaving before giving thanks. I should not expect better from Romanovs.” A raspy voice scorned, then cackled. The crows added their cawing chorus. Alexei shut his eyes and covered his ears.

“Show yourself and we will know whom to thank!” His father shouted over the din.

Stone tapped against concrete. Alexei opened his eyes to watch the darkness. Old stories echoed in his memories as the sound came closer. A pestle held by gnarled hands enteredthe light first.

“And what will the Czar who abdicated offer me?” Eyes, bluer than Siberian ice, gleamed at the light’s edge. When they passedover him, Alexeicouldn’t help the warmth rushing down his leg.

“We can pay-”One moment his father was standing tall, and then he was on his knees gasping for air. One rush of wind and Alexei stared open-mouthed into the fishhook grin of Baba Yaga. The child eater of legend tightened her knobbled hand on his father’s throat.

“Keep your bloodstained gold. I want Russia’s future.” Her eyes found Alexei again. His mother pushed him back. She spat pious prayers wishing damnation would fall on the witch’s head.

“Render unto Caesar what is Caesar’s.” Baba Yaga spatin answer. “You all live because of me. I claim him as mine.” She stabbed the pestle’s stonetip at his mother’s gut. Metallic echoes from the gold and gems sewn into his mother’s gown filled the basement. She doubled over, heaving. Alexei tore away from his sisters and grabbed the wrist killing his father.

“Please let him live, I’ll go with you.”

The fishhook grin never changed, but her eyes softened for a second. She leaned in close to his father’s red face.

“Be grateful your son is braver than you.” She shoved his fatherback into his mother. His family huddled and fussed over each other. Everything in Alexei wanted to run back to them. Five fingers wrapped around his shoulder, strangled that urge.

“Come princeling, and together we will mold a nation of magic the world has never seen.”   

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Leave your votes and critiques in the comments below. Again, be respectful of your remarks and try to point out positives as well as detractions.

Before we sign off, I wanted to address the issue a few readers are having with not being able to post comments, or having those comments show up as UNKNOWN even though they have a Google Account.  There are several things at play here. First, if you are using the Safari or Chrome browsers they have a known problem with Blogger and you have two choices. Switch to Firefox as a browser (I've never had a problem using it), or change the setting on Safari as illustrated below.

The other problem is Blogger not recognizing you when adding a comment and therefore designating you as UNKNOWN. This could happen if the reader is a Blogger user themselves and they have not changed their settings since Google + went away.  To do this, follow these steps:

Go to Blogger dashboard.
SETTINGS
USER SETTINGS
Set User Profile = Blogger (instead of Google +)
Save


Hopefully, that will resolve everyone's issues and let the votes/comments reach our contestants.

Finally, in order to keep this contest going AND GROWING, I'm asking folks to donate to the cause on my Ko-fi account. Let me assure you, 100% of the donations will go towards the contest prizes for this year and next!

We’ll be back next week with five more bouts. Please help all our writers out by telling everyone you know what is happening here and encouraging them to come vote.

This is WRiTE CLUB—the contest where the audience gets clobbered!


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