Oops, I did it again! I made it to the third and final round!!
Back in July, my story was chosen by the judges to move on to the second round in a microfiction writing contest hosted by #nycmidnight!
6,932 writers participated in the first round, divided into 110 groups, and with approximately 63 writers in each group.
At the very last minute, each group was given a different genre, word, and action and had exactly 24 hours to write a story of no longer than 100 words.
The top 15 stories in each group moved on to round two and guess what? My story came in at fifth place in my group!
So I was off to Round Two!
(My original post, including the parameters I had to follow, and my first round story can be found here).
1,651 writers participated in the second round, divided into 25 groups with approximately 66 writers per group. The top eight stories from each group move on to the third and final round.
My group was given the following parameters:
Genre: Sci-Fi
Word to use: bill
Action: closing a laptop
Well, guess what? My story came in third place in my group!! So I’m off to the third and final round along with the other 199 finalists!
Round Three begins at midnight EST this Friday night. Once again, I’ll be placed in a group and given a new genre, word, and action at the very last minute. Then I’ll have 24 hours to write my story!
Even if I don’t place in the final round of competition, I feel honored (and pretty excited!) to be chosen as one of 200 finalists out of the 6,932 writers who entered this competition!
I’m going to be busy this weekend. Wish me luck!
Here is my Second Round story:
Transformation!
I’m grounded. Again. This time for startling old lady Robinson when I metamorphosed her cat into a donkey.
Hey, I reversed the change after just a few minutes.
So what’s the big deal?
Dad’s already upset with me. I may as well make my punishment worthwhile.
My fingers fly across the keyboard as I type in the code to transform him into… let me see… a duck!
“Harold!” he shouts as he waddles up the stairs, his newly-formed bill distorting his voice. “You’re in big trouble!”
I close my laptop and fall back on my bed, laughing hysterically.
