The rules strictly applies to everyone that is contemplating/ joined the competition. You must play fair and don’t cheat, it’s not like you could anyway. The deadline for the contest is Nov. 27th 2012. You must enter your entries/submissions on the contest page. No one can tell you what to write about, but it has to be something interesting. There should be a sample of a short story or novella that you’re in the process of working on. I guarantee that this will be fun, because I’ve done something such as this before, and everyone had a blast.
However you choose to enter it on the ‘CONTEST’ page, is your business. It has to be visible to me so that I can see it, and the choice of format is yours. Please do NOT write in penmanship, because that’s doing too much. It has to be your own version of “LE PROMESSE” and however you want to create it. I will post a short example of mines up on the site so that you can have some insight as to what’s going on. There will only be one winner, and the first place winner gets a signed copy of my book SWORD OF LOVE: A PARISIAN LOVE (BOOK1) and a T-shirt, cd and bookmark. I’m contemplating on putting some cash in the prize/stash.
Below I have an example of my own LE PROMESSE (The promise). Don’t copy nor take any of the characters or anything that has its’ content. The book is currently being worked on now, and has been copyrighted for future references.
I know not a lot of people my age tend to do the things I do. This is a big world and sometimes, we get lost in it. I found my purpose when I was awakened by the phases of life. I’m a person of love, but I have to compare myself to a butterfly. Like something so small, I go through many different stages before I become mature.
There’s this room that I’m writing from. It represents something about myself, and I hope that the world can see the same exact things that I do. Sometimes I feel like we need to be alone with ourselves, to get the full understanding of what we want out of life.
As I lie down on this queen-sized bed, I’m writing a story without paper and pen. I thought that maybe if I went away to a far away angelic place to write this, than everyone would have a better understanding of who I am, as a person. I chose to lay my body to rest, in this all white beachfront house that stands facing the water.
There’s a pure white queen-sized bed and a white and silver lamp mounted to the wall. Everything is white except for the green plant that sits vertical of the bed, in a tall white vase. There’s a green, gray and white throw rug on top of the white carpet. A navy green and black granite table is placed against the wall, across from the bed. There’s this white chair placed in front of the table with golden emblazon on its sides.
This is Kenyona R.C. Parlor, not the physical being speaking to the world; but the spiritual being. People often mistake me for the physical things they see, but that has to be corrected. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with laying down my fleshy display. There’s a purpose and a reason for everything that is performed. Why can’t we just accept people as they really are? You’re physicality is what allows you to do certain things that your spirituality, doesn’t allow. Most of the times we want to see what we can feel, instead of feeling what it is that we cannot see.
This human race is complex to the point of malfunctions, especially when it comes to trying to fathom. We confuse our thoughts with our feelings, and our feelings with our thoughts. My point is that we’re backwards and don’t know how to move forward. We make things complicated but yet we all request for the best.
There’s a promise to someone out there, for someone that can love me without going for the physical things. I know it’s a challenge to all mankind when you have to define the inner side of a person, but things will work out for the best. It’s like going on a crusade to make it to the promise land, without any marks or blemishes.
I don’t have to ask what love is, because I know what it defines. I don’t confuse lust and love with one another. There’s a sacred part of me that is promised to a prince of a far away place. I’m not fearful of who the person is, but if he’s able to take on few challenges. A man goes through things, but he should never run when a challenge calls him out.
There’s something so beautiful around me, but why would I destroy it? I’m looking beyond my what my eyes are showing me. My heart has a mind and eyes of its own; I’m following the path of justification for what’s right. I need someone that has their own and knows how to grow up when it’s time to do so. I would never disappoint myself, settling for a business talk isn’t what I’m searching for. I’d prefer to cut right to the chase and get on with my life, family, and this promise!
CHAPTER TWO ….
CHAPTER THREE ….
****Make sure you make the story your own, and keep the readers interested! May the best submission win!! ********