WORD MASTER CHALLENGE

Thursday, January 24, 2013

Misha Gericke (My First Book) is starting a themed writing excercise called Word Master Challenge. Every month, she has a different theme to write up to 300 words on. You have a month to come up with your entry, and pot the direct link on her linky. One winner will be chosen each month; the prize a voucher to the book vendor of the winners choice, or a 10 chapter crit from Misha. This month (January) is HOW TO WRITE A NOVEL BEGINNING, only with a twist: In less than 300 words, I want to see your idea of the WORST beginning you can possibly write. The funnier and more creative you are, the better.

My entry isn't funny (as in comedic) but maybe its creative.
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Bleep, bleep bleep.


Janie dug her way out from under the comforter and tapped her long fingers around the head board in search of the alarm clock. When her probing finally landed on the clock, she slapped the snooze button several times without effect, and finally tossed it across the room.

Bleep, bleep, bleep.

Then she realized it was the cell phone alarm. Deciding not to toss the phone as she'd tossed the clock, she slid the cancel tab to silence the annoying noise.  Janie yawned, stretched, and smacked her dry lips together, rolling her tongue around the inside of her mouth and tasting last nights whiskey and a faint trace of latex.

Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, she stood, noticing herself in the wall mirror that doubled as closet doors. Janie took three wobbly steps towards the mirror before standing to her full height of 5'7” and admiring her naked 110 pound self.

“You are hhhooot!” she told herself, scratching her red painted, manicured nails through her short curly mop of blond hair.

She winked a large, round, blue eye that was smeared with black mascara, then stood back to view her double D breasts and flat stomach with a naval ring. Turning sideways, she inspected the purple butterfly tattoo in the small of her back which still had that new ink shine to it.

A blurred shape appeared in the mirror over her shoulder and Janie whipped her head around and stared at a door across the room. The crack between the door and the frame widened, the shape beyond becoming more distinct by the second.

Janie gasped, suddenly realizing she was not alone; and she wasn't in own bedroom.
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Sign up on the linky here to write your own excerpt, and/or to red the other participants. Misha will announce the winner of this challenge and introduce the next theme on Feb 8.