Word Warrior of the Week

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Congrats to the winner, #4, Ms Samantha Tan. Send her some Congratulations <3

Hey team! Thanks for your patience for this post. It was a heck of a Thanksgiving Day for me. (I had over 20 guests at the height!) But! Get ready to rumble because here are the entries for Word Warrior of the Week, Best One Liner. Leave your vote in the comments. Voting will end at 9AM ET 25 November.

#1:

“I save monsters.”

#2:

“Oh. That one might be dead.”

#3:

“I’m not convinced it’s the king whose interests are most at stake. Who will look out for the interest of the people?”

“Someone with no ambition.”

#4

“Why aren’t you frozen in time?” she asked me.

“Some people are too good-looking to be frozen in time,” I replied.

#5

“I don’t know why I even bother with you. I’d have a better chance with a sack of grain as my comrade.”

#6

“Do you tell us the truth now so we’ll all get killed when they get here? If so, I can’t wait to hear your other brilliant plans.”

The time has come for your votes for Best Kiss amongst our Mighty Pen word warriors. Only two this time (no kissing in your stories? Interesting…), but they’re both magnificent, so get to voting! Please just choose your number in the comments. Voting will be open until 6pm ET on 18 November!

#1

“How did he even get to you?” he demanded.
Sera’s heart raced at the memory, at the way Oswald—then disguised as Finn—had leaned in and kissed her. She turned away to hide her rising blush. “I don’t know.” When he made no reply, Sera finally looked at him.
He was grinning mischievously. “You were never a good liar.”
“And you happen to be a terrible kisser,” she blurted.
“Oh?” Finn reached for her and pulled her against him. “Let me show you what a real kiss feels like.”
And so he did.

#2

Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was the corset, but I got dizzier and dizzier in the best possible way. At the end of the dance, I stumbled, my momentum carrying me until I nearly fell. He turned again to face me and caught me with his other arm. I flung my arms around his neck to hold myself upright and kissed him before I could talk myself out of it.

<3 Both of these are AMAZING. It’s so much fun to be able to read snippets of everyone’s work. Let us know your favorites, and stay tuned for next week’s Word Warrior contest.

-Kat

Hey team, Kat here! Trying out something new to share everyone’s epic NaNoWriMo projects! Read 280-ish character snippets from some of your fellow Mighty Pens members and vote for your favorite! The winner will be this week’s Word Warrior 😀 I’ve removed their identifying information (for now).

You can compete in next week’s contest by sprinting with us on twitter Friday, 17 November, 3-5pm Eastern. The theme will be Best Kiss!

Without further ado, the entries:

#1:

 As he opened his mouth, a string of excuses probably ready to go, she opened hers as well. And then she puked all over his shoes. That’s one way to win an argument, she thought.

#2:

Under my skin, the wish to fight itched and boiled. The woman stumbled back, holding her axe in front of her with quaking hands.

‘Demon!’ she cried, her voice tight with terror. ‘It’s a Rift-born demon!’”

Eyes turned to me, and I didn’t wait for more cries of damnation. With a sweep of my arm in front of me, shards of ice shot through the air, shrieking. The last thing those scornful and terrified eyes saw was a storm of ice descending upon them.

#3:

Max grinned at her with something approaching fondness. “You’re welcome, officer.”

“Stop calling me that.”

“Then you’re welcome, Bailey.”

She hated that she liked the way her name sounded on his lips, but a coughing fit saved her from having to respond.

#4:

The whole set of silverware rose, a miniature army. Knives and forks bent forward, their edges like angry animals ready to charge. As a group the silverware darted forward, a quiver of arrows shot in unison and headed straight for Adam.

“Enough!” she shouted. Her army of cutlery dropped lifeless to the ground, reshaped as if nothing had happened. In the stillness, eyes darted from where Adam stood nearly impaled by his own silver to his shaking sister whose eyes were a storm.

And, for funsies (please don’t vote for me!), here was my contribution:

“Have you been spying on us?”

“No. This investigation is for your and his safety.”

“Well, what am I even doing here, then? You know more about my dad than me! I want to go home.” I bang my hands on the table loud enough that even I hear the thump. Eleanor jumps. I lean back in my chair again and wrap my arms around my middle.

Vote below just by commenting with the entry number! Please vote before Noon, ET, 11 November (Happy Armistice Day???). Hope y’all had fun with that one, and I’m looking forward to Best Kiss next week!

-Kat