tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post2949269283868787927..comments2024-03-18T09:09:59.625-04:00Comments on Janet Reid, Literary Agent: The YES, I WANT THAT Writing Contest!Janet Reidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00615380335938685231noreply@blogger.comBlogger155125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-42310175497319539882012-02-25T18:00:05.835-05:002012-02-25T18:00:05.835-05:00The priests of the Destroyer are coming for me - i...The priests of the Destroyer are coming for me - it is time to make my choice. Proclaim allegiance to Heaven's usurper king, Shiva, or risk everything to destroy the twisted mirror he has made of our world. <br /><br />If I choose the latter, this life will be all they tell tales of. There will be no sequel. The Destroyers hounds haunt the Halls of Reincarnation now. None pass through without his say now.<br /><br />There will be no rebirth for me.Kalen O'Donnellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02131133469192904315noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-59127106601753617482012-02-25T18:00:01.770-05:002012-02-25T18:00:01.770-05:00Forty years ago I took a risk, revealing myself to...Forty years ago I took a risk, revealing myself to the people of Verdan's Field. But I had made my choice long before, refusing to be a sequel to the tragedy of my forefathers. <br /><br />When humans settled close to my rocky home, I didn't destroy their fledgling community. Instead we made peace - or so I thought.<br /><br />Now they march up the mountain, bearing pitchforks and torches, anger on their faces, hatred in their hearts. They do not scare me - they move me to tears. If dragons had tears.<br /><br />By tomorrow morning, Verdan's Field will be no more.Morgan Hydehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14015982745505112813noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-76969881635035895042012-02-25T17:59:37.380-05:002012-02-25T17:59:37.380-05:00The choice is mine to make; I know that, but the s...The choice is mine to make; I know that, but the sequel to this decision will either destroy the souls of those who love me or elevate them to servitude in the higher realm. Where is my allegiance? <br /><br />I, the empirical ruler, shudder in helplessness. I must lead my people into an even greater place of glory than before, and the gods have offered me—Ania—their supernatural powers to make that happen. The risk brings loss either way: Eternal glory for all, yet slavery to the gods, or the living death of my people?<br /><br />I must say yes.Sally Hanan/Inksnatcherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02228396161461421392noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-8431917268233731652012-02-25T17:56:31.107-05:002012-02-25T17:56:31.107-05:00Palms stinging, Aiden pushed against the splinteri...Palms stinging, Aiden pushed against the splintering wood of the doorway. Sparkling dust motes, water colored of cold metal, and slience swam before her. The elders lied, there was a place in this world where she could make her own CHOICE. To jump would mean to RISK her heart, but to stay would be to DESTROY her soul. Resolved, she refused to create one more pathetic SEQUEL to previous chapters of her life. Her body spun underwater and she embraced the cold liquid, wrapped it around her like sheets of silk and sighed, her ALLEGIANCE with her known world ended.anniesomethinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10949529415031897501noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-64835238748839937302012-02-25T17:55:25.223-05:002012-02-25T17:55:25.223-05:00The choice was clear: write the sequel, or break h...The choice was clear: write the sequel, or break his contract.<br /><br />He had to be honest: he hated his editor. And his agent. But his relationship with them was an allegiance – breaking it could destroy his career. It wasn't worth the risk.<br /><br />He opened his laptop, and it knocked into the framed picture of Julia. Julia: heiress to the Milwaukee Light fortune, beautiful, and six months into the relationship, practically dripping with expectation. And only slightly vapid. Yes. If he did this, he wouldn’t <i>need</i> a career.<br /><br />He shut his laptop, grabbed his coat, and headed for the nearest jeweller.Ishta Mercuriohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17776946702988283453noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-54899956109760264962012-02-25T17:55:24.414-05:002012-02-25T17:55:24.414-05:00“There we go,” said Headmistress Crank, tugging on...“There we go,” said Headmistress Crank, tugging one end of rope to secure the knot. “Can’t risk you running about free if you won’t swear your allegiance to the Institute. You should have cooperated. We’ll have to destroy you now.”<br /><br />Miss Abernathy sighed and called down the pixies. They swarmed about Headmistress Crank and bit her with tiny sharp teeth.<br /><br />“It’s your choice, of course,” said Miss Abernathy, and nodded her head toward the shadowy corner. A gnarled hand gave a vigorous wave.<br /><br />“You should know,” she continued, over the yips of the Headmistress, “I have goblins for the sequel.”Gypmarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10023108950501721303noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-82338469490139028112012-02-25T17:51:46.209-05:002012-02-25T17:51:46.209-05:00Villainy is a choice. He’d chosen murder in trade ...Villainy is a choice. He’d chosen murder in trade for infamy. Not to do good. Yet he’d assassinated America’s greatest superhero—who’d incidentally been plotting human genocide. People tended to look on saving the world favorably.<br /><br />His cohorts, the Nefarious Nine, didn’t doubt his allegiance, but his penchant to destroy shit. No true mastermind would bumble into becoming a hero by killing one.<br /><br />Dejected, he threw a dog at a kid. <i>No risk there.</i> The kid ducked and the flying beagle hit a terrorist, knocking him out just before his thumb descended on a detonator.<br /><br />Wonderful. Villainous Fuckery: The Sequel.Shirin Dubbinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07761312122961080490noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-44660554825917065452012-02-25T17:50:11.666-05:002012-02-25T17:50:11.666-05:00Choice: it's the greatest lie, and freedom its...Choice: it's the greatest lie, and freedom its mythological sequel. When the options are life—life in your kingdom, without sky or ocean or love—and lonely exile—raw and endless isolation—no, King, I have no choice. So send me to the lonely place where my defiance least risks your own allegiances, where I will be no threat to your comfort. There, I will feast on the hope of a greater kingdom: one that is not yours. Forget these lives you destroy, forget that you, too, are blood and bones and skin, and eat your fine cheese in peace.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-33935123125734414622012-02-25T17:36:21.353-05:002012-02-25T17:36:21.353-05:00She smelled like peppermint, like things sticky-we...She smelled like peppermint, like things sticky-wet, when we went to the room. Our shared allegiance to risk a dangerous choice led us to the door. Craving a fresh sequel to destroy our stale marriages, we moved with naïve excitement toward a second act we hoped would be better than the first. <br /><br />We were drunk. <br /><br />In front of the bed, she crossed her arms. Her dress dropped. I wanted to hit pause, spare us the disappointment of subsequent frames, the dimming of the flare of blinding promise. <br /><br />But we fell predictably together, and, later, slept, unspooled in the usual gloom.Mandlerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03475891636150782739noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-87356112240751433602012-02-25T17:25:51.759-05:002012-02-25T17:25:51.759-05:00Engulfed in darkness she weighed her choice. A gre...Engulfed in darkness she weighed her choice. A great risk was taken to destroy the demon god and to prove her allegiance to the humans. The blood dripping from her veins followed her shadow like a sequel. She knew her demise was the price of justice and vengeance, and there was no glory in it. It was this or nothing. The time for her sacrifice had come and fearlessly she ignited herself. Her human form burst into a burning ball of fire, Ra the sun goddess was born and the earth was blanketed by pure sunlight for the first time.Sasha Aniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17250682702957767481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-51213818480983092282012-02-25T17:19:28.855-05:002012-02-25T17:19:28.855-05:00You should know that I deserve this. I had my cho...You should know that I deserve this. I had my choice between eating Mom’s tofu loaf or going for sushi with Dad. Dad’s jaw clicks when he chews raw squid, so I chose to risk my life with the loaf instead of destroy my relationship with my father by beating him with chopsticks. Now I’m stuck watching the sequel to some cheesy vampire movie while Mom questions my allegiance to the family because I don’t want to go to Vassar. All Ashcombe women go to Vassar. All Ashcombe men have clicking jaws. That is just the way it is.Vikki https://www.blogger.com/profile/15654315874147137046noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-47364221510075012262012-02-25T17:16:29.966-05:002012-02-25T17:16:29.966-05:00The stick figures chalked into the concrete sidewa...The stick figures chalked into the concrete sidewalk had disproportionately wide smiles. Words beneath read: ‘Allegiance to the family.’<br /><br />I swallowed.<br /><br />The young artist stood, coated with white dust. “Your choice risked destroying the family.”<br /><br />“Too late for that.”<br /><br />“If you go into the house, there’ll be no sequel for you.”<br /><br />I steeled myself, tightened my fists. “Too late for that, too.”<br /><br />“Then here’s your weapon.” She handed me a paper. An old test. A fat, red F.<br /><br />I snatched the paper and marched up the walkway, aware that a panel of judges and an entire crowd watched every step.Sarah Christinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00244803165600223085noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-79724642059409772382012-02-25T17:04:14.392-05:002012-02-25T17:04:14.392-05:00An Angel came down and gave me a choice: he’d des...An Angel came down and gave me a choice: he’d destroy all records of my allegiance to HIM, and risk eternal damnation but in return he wanted full billing on my life’s sequel. Yes, you heard right. "Niphilm turns Superstar against HIM", the headline will read. <br /><br />The Devil is prepared to offer me more fame and riches than I’d ever known. The book will be an “How-To“ to lure more recruits. <br /><br />I was speechless. Sure I’d heard selling your soul to the devil and all, but is he that desperate he'd go to such lengths for publicity sake?Dora Deehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05053336278338283781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-85566969121823498512012-02-25T16:27:04.228-05:002012-02-25T16:27:04.228-05:00I ignored my wobbly knees and pressed onward. My d...I ignored my wobbly knees and pressed onward. My decision to destroy the New Alliance was the only thing that mattered now. They had been threatening to take out all erudite Federation members for months – after we discovered their sequel genocide plans. <br /><br />But they never saw this coming. No one questions the allegiance of a sweet-faced, twelve-year-old girl. What they don’t know is that I made a choice long ago, when they killed my family: I would stop at nothing to end it all. Even risking death. No one thinks to check for explosives under a pretty flower dress.Michelle Levyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13127809371730798191noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-59738942225525161682012-02-25T16:24:39.820-05:002012-02-25T16:24:39.820-05:00Sometimes the only choice you have is the one that...Sometimes the only choice you have is the one that might destroy you. <br />I longed to discover the sequel to our kisses and recent declarations. But there would be no time. It seemed like just yesterday I was trapped in bottomless loneliness and shame. He helped free me and now I was leaving him. I mourned what I’d never know. What I dared not risk dreaming of until he entered my world. But my allegiance couldn’t be to a dream. Loving him meant choosing him. His freedom. His life. And with this next step my life would change forever...iloveatticushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00934047837567902539noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-27719977692619001472012-02-25T16:24:31.536-05:002012-02-25T16:24:31.536-05:00"It's your choice, of course," the m..."It's your choice, of course," the man says. He tweaks the curl of his mustache with thumb and finger.<br />"Of course," I repeat. I nod.<br />"Destroy the evidence," he suggests. "She'll never know."<br />"And what becomes of me?"<br />He tilts his head to one side, offers his palms.<br />"Risk nothing, gain nothing," I say, finally.<br />"Not everything gained is worth having," he counters.<br />"Like?"<br />"Allegiance to the devil?"<br />I hesitate. My finger hovers between the keys. Create or destroy?<br />I hit SEND.<br />"Brave man." He leans back.<br />"It's now or never," I reply. "I've already written the sequel."Alaskan Ninjahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15302796847867918294noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-69181624208480910892012-02-25T16:23:19.423-05:002012-02-25T16:23:19.423-05:00Summoned by The Elders. There is no risk in answe...Summoned by The Elders. There is no risk in answering the question of my allegiance to this quorum of old friends. It is my choice to appear without The Advocate.<br /><br />I nod in and out of consciousness to the rhythm of the next room's hypnotic murmurs. <br /><br />The Summoner appears. I limp behind. This, then a soft pillow.<br /><br />I face The Accuser. The one they sent me to destroy? He smiles a Mona Lisa smile.<br /><br />Riding a curl of panic, I gulp back the rising gall.<br /><br />The Evaluators nervously study their papers.<br /><br />I face The Sentencer and see my sequel...run!Nanette South Clarkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10957711598030365443noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-76064319257535853372012-02-25T16:15:51.029-05:002012-02-25T16:15:51.029-05:00She swore her allegiance to the only man she had e...She swore her allegiance to the only man she had ever loved. And like that, she was faced with a choice. The answer was clear, she would destroy anyone or anything that stood between them. Love like this only came once in a lifetime and she was willing to risk everything to star in the sequel to their love story.Tonyahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18385481487586520174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-91131668529686971102012-02-25T16:09:57.616-05:002012-02-25T16:09:57.616-05:00My family begged me not to pledge my allegiance to...My family begged me not to pledge my allegiance to the rebellion, but it was my choice alone. I knew the risk in joining them.<br /><br />I tossed my handgun, extra bullets, water bottle, and another pair of socks into my backpack along with any remnants of fear. <br /><br />We wouldn’t let them succeed. They’d taken our country and our freedoms away, but we’d take them back. <br /><br />If you didn’t swear allegiance to the enemy, they would destroy you and everyone you love. The time for action was at hand and I wasn’t waiting for the sequel to their demonic plans.Joey Franciscohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01074430656068999034noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-74423565404027109622012-02-25T16:08:06.787-05:002012-02-25T16:08:06.787-05:00http://julesgemsandstuff.blogspot.com/2012/02/sepi...http://julesgemsandstuff.blogspot.com/2012/02/sepia-ring-tones.html<br /><br />Sepia Ring Tones<br /><br />There is always a risk opening a box of her treasured memories - the ones she was willing to destroy. It was my choice to be the family historian. Hoping not to have another sequel to add to WWII I rifled through the old photos of the men who had pledged allegiance to fight for freedom. My father-in-law was one such soldier. Without words, tears fall from my eyes as I see my children in their grandfathers’ younger face. <br /><br />JP/davhJuleshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00571987715911379165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-88201961811989935222012-02-25T16:06:20.692-05:002012-02-25T16:06:20.692-05:00"Should we really try a sequel?"
"W..."Should we really try a sequel?"<br />"Why not? We were wonderful the first time."<br />"Our ending wasn't. My baseball bat...hitting your car..."<br />"A risk I'm willing to take. I bought better insurance."<br />"Your words destroyed me--"<br />"You've mended."<br />"Your allegiance--"<br />"To you only."<br />"When you look at me that way, what choice do I have?"<br />"To accept my apology. To let me back in and let me prove my love for you."<br />"When you kiss me that way, my choice is clear."<br />"You forgive me?"<br />"You wish."Adriennehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07258263307771178398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-61156488940342211902012-02-25T16:05:43.746-05:002012-02-25T16:05:43.746-05:00I tugged the body across the lawn, managing to des...I tugged the body across the lawn, managing to destroy half the rose garden.<br /><br />God, he had let himself get fat.<br /><br />Hiding him out of sight behind the doghouse, I paused briefly. Married twenty years and this was how it ended. But he’d known the risk he was taking when he made his choice. <br /><br />I limped back inside and collapsed into my recliner, glaring at the remaining players of Family Game Night. My having given birth to them wouldn’t help now. <br /><br />“Time to declare allegiance, guys. Which sequel would be better? Fast and Furious 6 or Avatar 2? Choose carefully…”Marsha Sigmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11095210839900479297noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-1127986323755125482012-02-25T16:02:18.224-05:002012-02-25T16:02:18.224-05:00The sky's white gift covered the forest floor,...The sky's white gift covered the forest floor, giving me the choice of walking under trees or risk my footprints melting my presence. <br />I didn't want him to find me, or did I?Would tonight be the sequel to our <br />last moment? <br />The heat from that embrace gave me tingles and destroyed my strength against him. I jumped, landing softly below. <br /> "I was wondering when you would come down my sweet Abby," his words reaching the hairs on my neck. I couldn't breathe. Before I knew it, his mouth consumed mine, my heart and its allegiance tethered to him now. Helen 2.0https://www.blogger.com/profile/06979885319187112555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-36042018905738352392012-02-25T15:51:33.516-05:002012-02-25T15:51:33.516-05:00“I pledge allegiance to the flag . . .”
Their voi...“I pledge allegiance to the flag . . .”<br /><br />Their voices have a sing-song quality from not thinking about what they’re saying. They don’t realize you have a choice to say what you want. Instead, they say what they’re told. They risk nothing but, most likely, they don’t know they can.<br /><br />Today is the sequel to Friday’s confrontation; Mrs. Jones strode down the hall to the principal’s office. He took my side when he heard I was not disrespectful. It intensified the dark spark in Mrs. Jones’ eyes. She wants to destroy me.<br /><br />I stand up straight, silent.My 10 Centshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03732704254730454168noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-58238428340230726722012-02-25T15:43:47.468-05:002012-02-25T15:43:47.468-05:00“If I don’t take a risk now, who’s to say there wi...“If I don’t take a risk now, who’s to say there will even be a <i>first</i> picture, let alone a sequel?” He said.<br /><br />Moni didn’t want to destroy all the hard work and months of effort to be left with nothing now. <i>I don’t really have a choice, and now Peter is pleading for my allegiance.</i><br /><br />“OK,” she said “I’ll stay. I still think it’s a mistake, and it’s both our reputations at stake here.”<br /><br />“I know. Trust me on this OK?” Peter replied.<br /><br />That had always been Moni’s problem. She loved Peter, probably more than he loved her.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com