Yesterday's prize winner is: Cherie Reich!
Hero’s beware!
Here at the House of Hero’s Dilemma, a new cliff-hanging adventure will dangle new heroes above the depths of destiny or despair. In 100 words or less, a hero will face a danger in story form.
Each day, the people of Realsmdom will decide the fate of these heroes in three sentences or less. If fateful endings are giving answer in poetic form, an extra entry for prizes will be awarded.
Daily e-book prizes will be awarded via random name-pulling from the entries after 8p.m. Pacific Time. Everyone is invited to participate.
People of Realmsom, you have the power of storytelling might to decide the fate of the would-be heroes. Will they die in glory or shame, live in victory or defeat?
It is up to you.
Hero's Dilemma 3: What's a knight to do?
With a battered cookie sheet for a shield and a branch for a
sword, Taylor fought the dark knight.
Laughter broke her concentration.
“Would you look at her! I told you she’s crazy!”
Taylor took one look at her true enemies, and ran.
Rushing headlong through an overgrown set of bushes, she
tripped over a root, and slammed into the back of a knight who looked like he
had stepped out of the pages of Medieval
Armor.
She backed away and shook her head. Her imagination was never
this good.
He held up his black-gauntleted fingers, and . . .
Well, what happens next? What is Taylor’s fate?
End the story in three sentences or less by midnight Pacific time for a chance to win an e-book copy of The Vanished Knight by M. Gerrick aka Misha.
The entity living inside Callan’s soul orphaned her at age eleven. By the time she’s sixteen, it’s ensured her being shunted from one foster family to another.
Her thirteenth foster assignment should be routine. Except...it's not. A psycho in medieval armor kidnaps her and she ends up in a magical world. There, she accidentally discovers a secret her parents had kept until the day they died.
Both actually came from this magical world, but left before Callan was born. To cover their tracks, they’d lied about everything. Even who they really were.
Driven to find out where she comes from, Callan’s trapped in a race for life and death. Walking away isn’t an option, but if she stays too long, the entity will find its next victim.
In this world where secrets are sacrosanct and grudges are remembered, finding the truth will be near impossible. Especially when Callan has her own homicidal little secret to deal with.
One with a taste for destroying her life.
Her thirteenth foster assignment should be routine. Except...it's not. A psycho in medieval armor kidnaps her and she ends up in a magical world. There, she accidentally discovers a secret her parents had kept until the day they died.
Both actually came from this magical world, but left before Callan was born. To cover their tracks, they’d lied about everything. Even who they really were.
Driven to find out where she comes from, Callan’s trapped in a race for life and death. Walking away isn’t an option, but if she stays too long, the entity will find its next victim.
In this world where secrets are sacrosanct and grudges are remembered, finding the truth will be near impossible. Especially when Callan has her own homicidal little secret to deal with.
One with a taste for destroying her life.
And, after you have decided the fate of the Hero’s Dilemma, try your hand at the other Realms Faire Events for more fun and prizes!
What happens to Taylor?
Decide her fate in three sentences or less.
(Bonus points for poetic verse)
And, remember to include your e-mail address and book preference with your entry.
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22 comments:
He held up his black-gauntleted fingers, and . .
Gave Taylor a shushh.
"This is poison ivy and
Not just some bush."
Okay, so it's weird I guess, but it was the first thing that came to my mind.
Arlee Bird
Tossing It Out
I love it, Arlee!!! Bonus points for rhyming!
He held up his black-gauntleted fingers, and . . .
took her hand while lowering with a squeak to one knee. "My dear Taylor, will you marry me?"
Hahaha. So like Arlee, mine is a little weird.
He held up his black-gauntleted fingers, and . . .
took her hand while lowering with a squeak to one knee. "My dear Taylor, will you marry me?"
Hahaha. So like Arlee, mine is a little weird.
asked what kind of cookies she made.
I like it! It definitely went somewhere I didn't expect
:) lol - totally unexpected ideas today
:) lol - totally unexpected ideas today
He held up his black-gauntleted fingers, and . . .
lifted her to her feet just as Taylor's tormentors came upon them. The knight brandished his sword and the kids scampered off in terror.
The knight became the best bodyguard a girl could ever want!
He held up his black-gauntleted fingers, and . . .he pressed one against his lips. "From whence didst thou come?"
Taylor, startled, scrambled back through the bushes. When she'd returned to the other side, the knight was gone and so were the ones taunting her.
He held up his black-gauntleted fingers, and...
—slapped her hard across the face. "Shush, slave! Can you not hear the rogue knights behind us? Will you have me flayed, then, and you sold to evil, warmongering Turks?"
Weird, definitely weird, but LOTS of fun to play along :) Thanks for this, Tyrean! And much success to Misha with her new release!
Guilie @ Quiet Laughter
I already have the book, but I'm going to play anyway.
and...shook her hand. "Welcome, Taylor, to the order of the invisible knights. We've been watching you for some time."
Love this one, Alex!
Methinks the bushes are a portal to other realms! :)
Nice entry, Guilie!
He held up his black-gauntleted fingers, and . . . snapped his fingers. A dragon appeared and took off toward Taylor's enemies. Their shrieks of terror brought a smile to her lips.
I like this one, too! :)
He held up his black-gauntledted fingers...and set them on her shoulders. Before she had a chance to scream his mouth covered hers. She didn't expect to melt, but his soft lips took her by surprise and she surrendered to the kiss.
He held up his black-gauntleted fingers, and . . .
She drifted toward him as though floating on a cloud. "To defeat your enemies use the magic within combined with your skills. I am here to train you in the ways of the Knights, my Lady."
He held up his black-gauntleted fingers, and . . .
pulled the glove off with his other hand and threw it down in front of her.
"I have searched long and hard to find you; I am your father," he intoned, "and I am getting too old to fight the forces of evil that beset our world. Will you pick up the gauntlet?"
Sorry, went a bit Star Wars there! I already have the book, but I wanted to play anyway.
Nice addition to the story. :)
Love that you went Star Wars! :)
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