This Week's Contenders

We had 7 participants this week.  Thank you both to all of those who joined this week and to you diehards who show up each week.  As always we enjoyed every story!

Honorable Mentions

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Siobhan Muir – Cliffhanger dead ahead! Who else is after her??

Nellie Batz – Total WTF factor. Is she crazy? Captive? Both?

J.P. Sloan – Haunting story, especially the end moments when she spots her daughter but Death gives her the peace of forgetting.

The Winner

_This week's winner is David A. Ludwig.  David will be invited to judge next week's contest.

Our judge says I absolutely love this story. A woman confused by obvious teases of preternatural abilities, a silver-eyed man with wings… then this line grabbed me and just would not let go: “Today you are less than nothing, wielding crude and noisome weapons yet ‘gifted’ with the ability to unerringly aim them at things they cannot harm.” Brilliantly executed, with a solid ending that does not need to go further, but easily could. Great story!

Without further ado, the winning story. 

Untitled by David A. Ludwig
_Tears streamed down her face as the gun clattered on the ground. "I just wanted to know who I was."

“Who you are?” The silver-eyed man rolled the still hot bullets around in his palm, “You’re no one.”

She fell to her knees next to her gun, “That can’t be true! I, I see things! You, you have wings.”
_For the first time the man smiled, and her blood ran cold at the change in his expression. “And you think being able to see my wings makes you special?”
She couldn’t help nodding, however stupid she now felt under his mocking gaze.

“A thousand years ago you would have been a mage, a vessel of great power.” He casually tossed her spent bullets back to her, no longer interested in them. “But the time of the magi has long passed. Today you are less than nothing, wielding crude and noisome weapons yet ‘gifted’ with the ability to unerringly aim them at things they cannot harm.”

“Then, who are you?” nothing made sense anymore, she just needed some answer—anything to hold on to.

Her eyes alone watched his leathery wings drape back about his shoulders like a mantle. “I’m no one. In a world that doesn’t even remember the magi, what reason is there to believe in dragons?”
12/13/2011 02:45:24 am

Wow, that's pretty exciting to win with the quality of the other entries. Thanks!

I'll do my best on the judging next week.

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