Staring at the note from his pocket, she wondered if this time she would do something about it. She put it back and picked up her keys.
Jennifer Walker is a freelance writer, published in numerous magazines and websites. She is awaiting the release of her first novel.
[CONTEST OVER; SEE THE WINNERS]
We want four life stories.
For the last four weeks of December (ending on New Year’s Day 2010), we’ll be publishing four different five-tweet serials. Each piece in the series should be a complete and engaging story (like always), but all five should come together to form something bigger and better. You could write about the same character and tell us his or her biography, but you don’t have to—the interpretation of “life story” and how to do it is up to you.
We’ll be accepting these serials through October 31st, at which point we’ll make the decisions and pick four. One submission per person. The four winners will receive $10 and (more awesomely) a whole week of Nanoism just to themselves. No Entry fee. Please submit using the snazzy form below. Questions welcome in the comments. Please tell your friends.
As a special incentive to get the word out, if you mention this “contest”-type thing on your website or blog before October 20th, you may submit two serials (just include the link with the second submission). Regular submissions remain open (our current response time is 0-1 day, despite what our last contest did to our Duotrope response times).
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Fill out all of the little boxes. Remember, each chapter/story can only be 140 characters. No bios, philosophies, or extra info needed for this, we’ll get it all when the time comes. Submissions will be read blind thanks to our Google Apps ninjutsu. We’ll email you when we see it, so if you don’t get a notification in a day or two, submit it again.
[CONTEST NOW CLOSED]
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Mercedes M. Yardley (@mercedesmy) was always sweet and gracious, she swears.
He glared. Sex is not a reward. She shrugged and placed a dish in the drying rack. He stewed on the couch a while, then took out the trash.
William Wood lives in an old farmhouse in the Blue Ridge Mountains with an understanding family. He often writes instead of sleeping.
Grass between toes. Painted nails, tattooed ankle, slow gait. No haste, not as before. The fields remember her anyway. Flowers kiss hello.
Marie Croke’s brain resides in her little toe. As she walks it rattles around and around, occasionally spitting out something profound.
Our pastor left his hat here, so dad wore it to church the next week. Mid-sermon, the pastor squinted our way, so dad tipped his hat hello.
DannyPoet (@dannypoet) is a writer of fiction and poetry who is currently working on his first novel.
He leaned on her stomach, imagining he could still hear the little ghost breaths, but she pushed him away, crying, before he could be sure.
@Mari_ness lives and writes in central Florida, under the unhelpful guidance of two adorable cats.
She lived in a world of beautiful confusion: raindrop curtains and jellybean stars; graffitied skies and dripping suns. Yet they pitied her.
Em D likes quirky witticisms, sexual innuendo, and blueberries. Em D hates corny puns, toilet humor, and raisins. (@slashindex)
She almost said yes, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw two lurking smirks, an elbow poking a rib. No, she said. Not with you.
Jennifer Tatroe (@jhtatroe) lives in Seattle, where she’s working on a novel that’s decidedly longer than 140 characters.
I know you read everything I write, wondering if it’s about you. Well, here you go. You’re worth 121 characters to me.
Mercedes M. Yardley wears poisonous flowers in her hair.