SYTYCW Week 5 Results!

23 Sep

We’re on week five already, can you believe it? 

First off, the winner of this weeks drawing is: Allison Kelsey – Congrats! Email me to pick your book 

And now, on to the top five (in numerical order): 

ONE 

The thick cloud of confusion occupying my thoughts lifted and was instantly replaced by paralyzing fear. My body stiffened as my mind raced uncontrollably with realization; this harsh, sterile environment was unfamiliar. I tried desperately to speak, to scream out, to connect to something concrete. The barren, cold walls began closing in around me, suffocating my senses. I couldn’t say a word, couldn’t move, could barely even breathe. 

FIVE 

When the phone call came from a man identifying himself as an attorney in Ohio, Rowena’s first thought was, who’s in jail this time? She’d had her fill of phone calls from attorneys. The past six months had been a non-stop parade of rescheduled court dates and press conferences, each one splattered across the front page of every rag mag in the country. She didn’t need any bad press about her family compounding the media circus. 

As far as the public was concerned, her relationship with Hollywood’s eternally separated leading man, Brett Fontaine, had come to a screeching halt the day she filed suit against him. 

SEVEN 

The night after the biggest promotion of my life, I woke up with a monster hangover and my bra on backwards. I tried to recall how I’d reached the back seat of my Honda Accord, but everything from the previous night blurred into memories my mind refused to hold. 

I leaned forward and found my dirt-covered cellphone on the floor. Oh God, I’d likely done fifty freaky things my friends would joke about for the next six months. With trembling hands and pain rocketing through my skull, I tried to search for my purse. 

EIGHT 

Miss Marcia Elizabeth Drummond snatched the ivory invitation from the salver and perused the elegant handwriting. Dashing away a tear that clung stubbornly to her lashes, she wished six years of accumulated shame could be brushed away as easily. Her hand trembled as she crossed the room and flung the horrid thing into the fireplace. 

Then, with her arms wrapped tight about her, she encouraged the grasping flames while reflecting on how the Avery’s annual masquerade never failed to transform her into a watering pot. Burn before Mother sees you, please. 

TEN 

“On behalf of Historic Philadelphia Alive, I’d like to welcome you to the City of Brotherly Love.” 

I smile at the small group waiting for me inside the Independence Visitor Center as I take their tickets, relieved that my last tour of the long Fourth of July day consists of only four elderly couples, three generic tourists, two Jersey Shore cast wannabes, and a mom pushing a little boy in a stroller. 

This will be the easiest 75 minutes of my life. 

“I’m Lauren Franklin, no relation to Ben,” I lie. 

I usually always deny that Benjamin Franklin is my great-to-the-eighth-power uncle, but there’s been two exceptions. 

Which brings us to the bottom five (my least favorite thing to type each week) in numerical order: 

TWO 

Lady Phoebe Howard had been in and out of trouble all her life; but kidnapping was new ground, even for her. She grunted as her knees hit cold wet earth. Cursing the ancient tree roots that conspired against her escape, she scrambled to her feet. The unfamiliar terrain of the Scottish Highlands played tricks on her senses, as the threat of being caught again by the brutes who kidnapped her terrified her. 

Fear drove her to plow into the herd of cows she found lazily munching grass, but half way through the maze of beef she was grateful for the instinctive decision. 

THREE 

They say you can’t go home again, but then they’ve never been down to their last hundred bucks when home called demanding their return. Which was how Evie Bell found herself driving back into town in her ancient Civic with one suitcase full of clothes and a big box of adult toys her best friend had given her as a going away present. 

“I don’t have any shops in Tennessee,” Benny Silver, owner of Goody’s Goodies, the fastest-growing chain of sex-toy shops in the country, had said when he’d loaded the carton into her hatchback. “I know you told me the people in Fairview were prudes and all, but maybe they’ve changed. And you’re a great saleswoman and manager; don’t bury yourself in some dusty, small-town bookstore forever just because you feel like you owe your aunt.” 

FOUR 

My first memory of James is what keeps me here, smoothing hair out of a boy’s blood-spattered face. The sirens screaming in the distance are too late. 

They’re always too late. 

Forehead pressed to his, I choke on the burnt stench of gun powder and try to hum the lullaby James used to sing to me. 

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine… 

SIX 

“Carey Breen is MIA.” 

His lips and tongue measure, weighing each word to cause the most pain. 

I lean my hips against my desk until the pine bites into my backbone. My right hand cradles the Nikon to my belly. The plastic and metal feel alive and warm through my t-shirt, and my fingers tiptoe from the power button to the lens, as if I will snap my father’s picture. 

  

NINE 

After waking, I sit upright in bed with my head held in my hands, the after image of the dream burned into my retinas like the too close flash of a camera. At first I was afraid that my screams would bring the orderlies running, but the soft cadence of casual speech is the only sound that emanates from the hall. I wonder if the screaming was only in my dream. 

My roommate snores softly and rolls over, tearing attention away from my kick drum heartbeat and sweat slicked skin. “Annie, are you awake?” I call softly. 

The very, very interesting part about this is the huge gap between the top and bottom in the bottom 5 – We’re obviously getting toward the end of the race as the votes split like this. 

And so, who *IS* coming back next  week???? EVERYONE –> We had two people rip their achilles…. I mean, not enter their entry this week and so everyone lives to see another round. Congrats!

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One Response to “SYTYCW Week 5 Results!”

  1. Rene September 23, 2010 at 4:03 pm #

    WooHoo for total week 5 survival! Congrats everyone!!!!

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