PRIZE: $5.00 gift card to the coffee shop of your choice. Starbucks is closest to my house, so I used a photo of Starbucks' yummy coffee drinks. I'm a poor writer so $5 is the most I can afford, but you also get bragging rights.
RULES:
Leave your story (with title) as a comment on this blog page.
250 words or less (this is a very short story contest)
Must use the following words:
Tangled
Warm
Bohemian
Cozy
The contest will run until next Thursday. The winner will be announced next Friday (Dec. 17th).
Open only to U.S. residents--sorry but I simply can't afford the postage to mail a gift card internationally.
Leave a comment on my facebook page with the title of your story and tell your friends to vote for your story by clicking 'like' under your comment.
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The person with the most 'likes' wins. This seems the fairest way to judge.
christmas with me
ReplyDeleteAs I sit here tangled under the christmas tree, I think back to the time when I listened to the muppets boheman rapsody. I sat there at my computer all warm and cozy, my nose felt cold and sure looked rosey.
I thought to myself go set up the tree, so up It went but woe to me. I have broken the pretty bells and balls oh my oh my what if it falls?
I will have to work fast, oh wonders be its up at last. :)
Necks & Wine
ReplyDeleteThe Red of the Holidays
The meat of the duck was still rather warm as she managed to sneak a taste while the family gathered in the den. She edged her way into the crowd as the evidence slid down her throat.
Uncle Eddie Mac referred to her as an "Artsy-fartsy Bohemian" as she sipped her red wine. The pale miss assumed that he meant "bohemian" though, six budweisers into the day, he actually said, "bohamyam" as he slid his beer back into his cozy.
The children ignored the gifts as they pretended to be in a rodeo; each one taking a turn being tangled with the red a green ribbons.
Her eyes scanned the room as she memorized each part of her dysfunctional family. As a smirk traced across her face, she silently thanked God for blessing her with each and every one of them.
Her tangled hair blew in the wind of the snow as she ran across the yard. Her face was lit up like a Christmas tree. Tori was ready to build her first snowman. He would look like frosty in his bohemian hat and coal for his eyes. She pushed the snow around trying to create his hefty body. Even with the help from her cousin's it was hard to form the ball of snow that would soon be our new friend. The snow was just too fluffy and did not seem to want to stick together. Tori's little pink mittens were soon frozen with snow. Her face and nose began to look like Rudolph but the cold did not seem to bother her. She was determined to make this new friend and wanted to call him Fred. Finally, with the help of all the neighborhood kids the snowman came to life. With his carrot nose and red scarf he was the sharpest snowman on the block. We were proud of Fred and all the effort that was put into making him.Tori looked at him with a smile on her face and all was right with the world. We all went in and gathered around for warm cocoa and cozy blankets to read a Christmas story.
ReplyDeleteBrandy Wise
Our Christmas Love Affair by Elly S.
ReplyDeleteWith the 2:00am text message, I know my Bohemian hottie only wanted one thing - for me to come over so we could get tangled up in each other. On Christmas Eve though? I quickly thought of how cozy and warm his bed would be and how nice it would be to spend the rest of the night cuddled up together, so I sent him back a quick text, and of course, his response was exactly as I expected. I scurried out of bed, threw some clothes on, and opened the front door, only to find him standing there, with flowers and a present – which was very unlike him. I didn’t know what to think and couldn’t even muster a hello, which he must’ve caught onto as he ran up the stairs to my door and said, “Surprised ya, didn’t I?” He leaned in and gave me one of his kisses that make my knees buckle and my heart melt, and I knew that from that moment on things would be different. Christmas morning, I woke up to my BoHo hottie whipping up breakfast, and life continued that way for the next year, until the following Christmas Eve when he repeated the same scenario, only this time, the present in his hand was a ring, and when I opened the door, I found him down on one knee. It went from being the season of miracles to the year of miracles, and the holidays have never been the same!