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Writer’s Digest: Your Story – Hair, Tangled, Fresh

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Writer’s Digest has a contest every once in a while (I think it’s every other month). It’s called Your Story. They give you three words and you have to write one sentence that is 25 words or less using all three of the words.

The rules are as follows for the competition:

The rules:

  • Your sentence (just one, only one!) must be 25 words or fewer, no exceptions.
  • One entry per person, please.
  • How it all works: We’ll select the top 10 entries and post them on our forum. Readers will vote for their favorites to help rank the winners.
  • This is a free writing competition. The prize is publication in WD.
  • You can also submit your sentence an online form.
  • Finally, as we say about this contest in the magazine: “You can be funny, poignant, witty, etc. It is, after all, your story.”

The three words for the November/December competition were: hair, tangled, fresh

Even though the deadline has passed, I thought this a fun writing exercise, so I went ahead and tried my hand. Here’s what I came up with:

His hair was tangled and matted with fresh blood that upon closer inspection, was not his.

What do you think? Do you like it? Tell me in the comments below. Also, if you like, post your response to this one. I’d love to read your best efforts.

To get in on the fun, check out the Writer’s Digest website for the Your Story competition HERE.

Thanks for reading and Happy Writing! 🙂

Today’s OneWord: Experience

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Mark screamed like a bitch and threw his arms around in the air.

Dan, frozen by the female screeching of his very male friend, stared with wide eyes as Mark flailed around and finally fell on the floor.

“Mark?” Dan finally managed to say. “Are you alright?”

“Fucking SPIDER!” Mark yelled with his face in the rug.

“Well,” Dan said, resuming eating his lunch, “that was an experience.”

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Today’s OneWord: Lord

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I didn’t stop to think about it. I knelt and bowed my head. The habit fell forward, shrouding my face from the observance of others. I closed my eyes, waiting for the words of commitment to be spoken. Those who sought my downfall would never find me in service to the lord.

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Today’s OneWord: Placed

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I placed the vase on the table and gently arranged the flowers within to look their best. Tulips were Mary’s favorite and I couldn’t wait for her to arrive home and see them. She was due any minute.

Heading into the kitchen, I checked the roast in the oven and put wine glasses on the table. There was a knock at the door. Frowning, I opened the door to see two police officers on the stoop.

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Today’s OneWord: Amount

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“It wasn’t the amount, I was worried about, Ted!”
“Then what?”

He looked at me with anger and confusion in his eyes.

“I was worried about the quality.”
“You’ve never had a complaint about the quality of my work before, Maggie.”

He glared.
I narrowed my eyes.

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Today’s OneWord: Female

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I don’t know where I got it, wasn’t sure if it was supposed to be a male or female, and had no idea what it’s name was. I did know, however, that it was creepy as hell and I wanted it out of my house. I threw it in the giveaway bag and closed it up. Walking outside to the car, I felt the bag start to shake.

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Pajama Pants

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I have come to the conclusion that pajama pants were created to drive us crazy. I, personally, do not wear pants when I go to bed. Why? Because I have no desire to wake up with five yards of cloth crammed up my crotch and the remaining material so badly twisted around that it’s sucking my will to live.

No. I think I’ll wear my tank top and underwear. Thank you very much. There’s enough frustration in the world…

Today’s OneWord: Hall

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Sparkling sunshine could not compare to the brightness that filled my soul. I ran down the hall, a smile pulling my lips higher than they’d ever been. I threw my backpack by the stairs and ran to the back of the house, calling my Dad’s name.

“Dad?! DAD!!”

I slid to a stop in the kitchen where my Dad was making a sandwich on the island. I wiggled the paper in his face, my grin hurting my face.

“Dad! I’m in. I got in. I’m IN!”

Dad dropped the bread and ripped the paper from my hands. He quickly read the first few lines and then grabbed me in his arms.

“Congratulations, Baby Girl!” He hugged me and hugged me and we laughed. He put me at the end of his arms, his hands holding my shoulders.

“You did it, Honey. I’m so proud of you.” He smiled and my soul warmed. I was in.

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Today’s OneWord: Teach

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It was time to teach him a lesson. With his back to me as I entered the room, he hadn’t seen me yet. I stood still, looking around the room and finally saw my weapon. A hammer lay on the floor below the picture he had just hung. I bent and slowly grabbed it, keeping my eyes on the back of his head.

I crept quietly to the back of his chair. Raising the hammer in both hands, I paused briefly as a metallic scent hit my nostrils. I leaned forward slightly and saw coagulated blood on the side of his head. Damn it! Someone had beat me to it.

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Today’s OneWord: Dominant

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I had always been the dominant one in the relationship. She had always bowed to my will before. But now, she turned to me with fire in her eyes. Her jaw was clenched, her hands balled into fists and she grinned. My heart skipped a beat and I know my surprise was plain on my face. I watched as she drew her fist back and let it fly, hitting me squarely in the nose.

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