I want to be a Reporter
WritersINK is now accepting submissions for this month's real life competition. So you like to report the cold hard facts? Then send us a report on a subject you feel needs to be brought to the public's attention. Do you feel global warming should get more attention or the fact that grandmas are terrible drivers? Let us know.
The winner will be published in our getPublished section next month and will also be getting a one on one tour of local 7 news station, and a $500 cash prize.
Deadline: 12/15/08
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Winners from Last Month
Michelle Clair | On Staff Agent
Each month, we hold several different contest, featuring different themes and ways of writing. Here are last month's winners. As promised they recieve publication in this month's magazine as well as a fully printed copy.
Fiction is for the Mysterious
Katie Waner | Bridgeport, Md
The Eye of the Beholder
Through it all I knew that life would end this way, I just never thought it would be here looking at him wishing I could save him from all this pain, the pain that I had inflicted on him. His soft unmoving eyes bore into mine and I knew that though all along I beleived I was doing what was right, turns out I was utterly wrong.
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Broken Hearts make the best Poets
Marie Baldwin | Baltimore, Md
In the End
I love him.
I don't want him to end up living with his mom till hes 30.
I want more for him
I want more from him
I want to be loved
to be cared for and treated like I'm the only one in the world.
I try to give him everything he wants
But I'm not sure I can
I'm not sure I have anything left to give.
I'm loosing the will to fight for something when he doesn't even care enough to acknowledge it.
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Short Story - Your Story
Marcella Knight | Winchester, VA
Coffee House Living
We always sat in the same place, when we met, the small café on Williamson Avenue, Café Kona. It was known all around as having the best service on the north side of Washington D.C.
She came running up, obvious that she was terribly late. But I'm a dependable character and waited patiently, like she knew I would. The door threw open, the bell rang vigorously, and then there was a crash, a few choice words and papers flying everywhere, followed by the shattering of glass and a waitress screaming "WATCH WHERE YOUR GOING! Please."
"You know that you shouldn't wear high heels?" My voice carried over the booth that I was sitting at. She came stomping around the corner, her hands on her hips, ready for a battle.
"Shut your trap Mark! You know I had to today. It's not like I do it all the time." Even though she had crumbs of biscotti all over her, coffee spilled down her front, topped with whip cream sliding down her tousled honey hair, she still managed to look gorgeous. Her bright green eyes blazing with frustration.
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