Monday, September 21, 2009

Drumroll, please

Sorry about my failure to post this on Friday, everyone. I was sick. Linda-Blair-in-Exorcist sick.

I'm better now.

And, finally, for the winner of the September Fiction contest:

It's a tie!
Congratulations to Reesha and Jordan!!!

They are truly genre-blending geniuses.

Jordan has brought us children's male ennui picture books:
And then the sad, lonely bunny said, "They're all a bunch of phonies." And hopped away to take his medication.
And Reesha will surely write the first Southern Gothic Medical Murder Mystery ("like Flannery O'Connor meets NCIS").
"He might be mental, but he's still the best on the team we have." She remembered these words just before breaking down the door of the house, as if her memory was trying to warn her with a bad omen.

Rose-water wafted out to her, reminding Betsy of a funeral home and her grandma's at the same time. She squeezed the handle of her gun, swiveled around a corner and yelled "Clear!" Brad rushed past her in swift military fashion into the next doorway. Looking around, she noticed everything was floral or dusty pink. She heard Brad discharge his firearm.

"Red is such a lovely color." he said from the next room. Curious and confused as to what he could possibly be doing when a killer could be around the next corner, she cautiously approached. She smelled the blood before she saw it.

Brad was bending over a small pool of fresh blood, his hands covered in it. He pressed his palms down on the floor until the blood covered his knuckles, then held them up, dripping.

"You caught me red handed." He laughed.

Betsy was about to scream until he stood up, revealing that he had only shot the cat. He gently stroked her cheek, leaving a smear of red on it.

"This is your first time seeing something get shot, isn't it?" Being new to the force, she wasn't sure what to do and was frightened of her superior.

"Well then. It's only natural you should blush. Darn thing nearly startled me to death."

He wiped his hands on his dark pants and proceeded with the operation, leaving Betsy alone in the room with the dead thing, a horrified look on her face and two red half-moons of blood on her cheeks.
Plus, think of the licensing potential. I see a new Law & Order spin-off in the making!

Okay, we'll be back to our regularly scheduled blogging tomorrow. Hope you all had a great weekend, and congrats again to our creative winners, who will be getting a yummy fudge recipe via email, and thank you to everyone who entered the contest!


  1. So glad you are feeling better because it sounds as if you were very ill!

  2. Eesh. Glad you're doing better!

    Thank you so much! But I'm just honred to be listed with Reesha, whose amazing genre and excerpt is pure genius.

    I would say more, make my official speech and all, but my mind is devolving into fudge mode. Fudge fudge fudge...

  3. Wow, thanks! :D
    I look forward to the fudge immensely. You have just given me the tool to keep my brain going during NaNoWriMo! I'm going to make your fudge my official snack for November.

    (And I'm glad you're feeling better.)

    Congrats Jordan! That poor, poor bunny. I have a bunny. Your lines made me sad but also suspect my bunny of taking illegal medications. He escaped the other day. I wonder if I need to get him a bigger cage.

  4. Congrats to the winners.Glad to hear you are feeling better.