• 03:18:35 pm on November 16, 2011 | 3
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    It is the Tuesday Tales WINNER!

    Challenge #15

    The winner will be bestowed with the AWESOME BLOG BADGE! To be displayed with pride and honor on their blog, twitter pics or what not. Where ever the winner feels their awesome sauce should get the most praise, worship and of course minions. 

     By entering, every contestant agrees to shamelessly promote and praise the winner on twitter.

    For all discussions about this challenge use hash tag #TuesdayTales

    This Weeks Tuesday Tales Judge is: 


    Maggie C McNulty

    Fiction stole her soul, but I sent Orpheus to get it back.
    She writes romance, reinvent myth & tweet about both. Especially writing.

    You might also remember her from TUESDAYTALES WIN 3WIN4  

    Honorable Mentions:

     best twist  – @rastrohman

     This story is really well set up.  With the words “weary-eyed” Ryan instantly characterises his detective and sets our expectations.  Subsequently paragraph three is exactly what you would expect from a character like this – only the meaning is entirely different.  The twist is completely unexpected, and transforms the meaning of everything that went before. I love it.   I particularly like the contrast between “hastate petals pricking him like needles” and the halcyon scene in paragraph one.  Really evocative.

     greatest sensuality – @andreawalpole

     I love the sinister sensuality in the sentence, “The last petal clung to the sepal as he savoured the silken texture between finger and thumb, smooth as the curve of her exposed throat.”   It sounds almost poetic, which means the following two sentences sound like the clang of a death knell, which in fact they are.  It’s a great combination of sensuality and structure.

     Joint Honorable mention:   best comedy(s) 

    I  also wanted to highlight @redshirt6 for a masterful blend of comedy and creepiness and @klingorengi for best character name (who couldn’t love a character called Pudge) and sheer comedy encapsulated in the sentence “Never steal something called the Cerulean Blossom of Death?” It made me laugh out loud




    Gummy bear aficionado, aspiring author of adult-only pop-up novels & writer of serious dark urban fiction Novella: Counting Down the Storm→

    Also reknowned for his #3forthursday flashfiction contest in the Week of Flash!

    per the judgemaster:

    The first sentence of this entry grabbed my attention, the second sentence made me laugh.   I love the way the sentence structures emphasise the story: short and sharp when the idea strikes, growing longer and more complex as the idea develops and then more fragmented as his obsession takes hold.  The whole story is sublimely well crafted, which is why it’s my winner. 


    The Notion

    Gerald sat bolt upright with a sudden urge to kill somebody. It was 3:14am, and ludicrous. He went back to sleep.

    In the morning the thought was still there. He looked at his wife gnawing on a piece of toast and wondered what would happen if he got up and stuck a steak knife through her heart.

    During his forty-five minute commute he obsessed; every driver came with his own recipe for their demise. By the time he reached his office he could think of nothing else. Hastate leaves were killing devices, pencils; spears. Gerald could no longer take it.

    100 words

    DRyanLeask GO fetch your badge of awesomeness at the top while tuesdaytalians speak of your writerly prowess far and wide!

    You can check out all the rest of the entries of Tuesdaytales week 15 HERE

    OR check out the archive of all the tuesdaytales to escort you to your tuesdaytales needs HERE


    As for A little NANO entry spice Check out this little 100 word excerpt:

    “I’m insane for desiring a kiss?” He rested a finger beneath her chin with only the slightest pressure. He stroked her skin, teasing her, knowing what she wanted was for him to cradle her face in his strong hands and bring her mouth to his. “Believe me when I tell you that you wouldn’t wish your worst enemy to Bedlam.” His voice a symphony of emotions; desire, passion, anger, all tumbling over one another.
    She was the one who should be in Bedlam. No-one whose knees were shaking the way hers were deserved to be let loose amongst the public.

    Nano 100 words



  • D. Ryan Leask 4:22 pm on November 16, 2011 | # | Reply

    I won! I really, really won! You love me, you really love me! I’m modest, I’m really modest!

    • glitterlady 4:25 pm on November 16, 2011 | # | Reply

      You crack me up! Congrats! We really do love you!

  • Maggie 6:54 pm on November 16, 2011 | # | Reply

    Congratulations! It was really hard to choose but your entry grabbed me from the get go!

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