SYTYCW – The Finals!!!!

28 Oct

You’ve been voting for 10 weeks and now we’re down to the final 3. This is when our fabulous guest judge (and prize) comes in! Tina Burns will be picking from the top 3 for an opening crit.

Stay tuned for her to pick the winner…Next Wednesday 🙂 I know, I know, a week feels like a long time.

In the meantime, check out the entries and vote for your favorite. Let’s see if your fav and Tina’s match up!


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. Behind a thick, wooden door I heard voices muffled by the barrage of questions ravaging my mind. In a single moment of clarity I heard a baby cry, just as I felt myself fading.

An uneasy feeling hovered over me all day.

Something was wrong. Distress engaged my every thought and I wondered where Hell had frozen over. I rambled apprehensively through my day; my normal routine had been a chore and my mundane secretarial job required more focus than usual.


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.

As she stared into the unobliging fire, the memories she cherished renewed their endless struggle with those she was unable to forget. First, the visions of fairytale splendor and extravagant costumes became a phantom flight of swirling, snapping black capes. The gentle masculine hand, firm at the small of her back, turned into rough paws groping, pinching and lobbing her back and forth. And perhaps worst of all, the feelings of anticipation and freedom were replaced by the stickiness that had lingered in the wake of their slobbery kisses.

Pulling Marcia out of her reverie, her mother’s footsteps echoed in the hallway only to be followed by the inevitable cheerful greeting, “Darling, did you see Lady Avery’s invitation finally arrived with this morning’s post?”


“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. The first time I name dropped, I was a stupid freshman at the University of Massachusetts, desperate to get the cute grad student teaching the World of Thomas Jefferson to notice me. His name was Grant McConnell.

“Today we’ll be following in our founding fathers’ footsteps, learning about the places where the events of the American Revolution occurred,” I say to the group.

The second time I name dropped, I was desperate to get this job as a tour guide. Not only was Grant incredibly cute, but he was also incredibly smart and passionate about Colonial America, so when he became Dr. Grant McConnell, assistant professor of history at the College of William and Mary, I went there for grad school, believing we could write a beautiful thesis together, but I screwed up his life instead.


Thanks to everyone who played along or voted (or both!) It’s been a great time and I can’t wait to see who the winner actually is!

7 Responses to “SYTYCW – The Finals!!!!”

  1. Kat Cantrell October 28, 2010 at 6:36 pm #

    Congrats Final Three! What an awesome accomplishment to make it to the end.

  2. Kaige October 28, 2010 at 8:18 pm #

    Thanks so much to everyone who took the time to vote! I can’t believe it’s almost over!

  3. rene October 29, 2010 at 2:25 pm #

    I am completely honored to have made it this far. Best of luck to my fellow contestants. We’re in the home stretch now…who is nervous?!?!

  4. Allison Kelsey October 31, 2010 at 1:11 pm #

    I’m floored and shocked that there are people out there who like Grant and Lauren as much as I do! 🙂 Especially since it was a upward climb ever since Round 1! (Really. I got two votes in Round 1. I’m not kidding.) Sometimes when I posted a sentence, I’d be like, “Well, okay, that’s it. I’ll be out.” And I never was. So yeah. I’m just floored and shocked. 🙂

    So THANK YOU to everyone who voted! And good luck to Kaige and Rene!

  5. briaq November 1, 2010 at 9:36 am #

    It’s been really exciting – Thanks to everyone who participated!

  6. Tina Burns November 3, 2010 at 12:46 pm #

    Gah! How am I going to pick just one? One thing about contests like this, the judge turns out to be a “bad guy”. LOL. Well done to the top three and all the entries, I’ve had a blast reading!

  7. briaq November 5, 2010 at 8:50 pm #

    HA! I don’t think with how awesome they are that you’ll be the bad guy at all. It’s definitely a hard choice picking between the best of the best 🙂

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