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Another Little Mini-contest that I entered

Hi, guys!
Looking for something to do?
Head over to speculativefaith.lorehaven.com/2018-spec-faith-winter-writing-challenge/
They are hosting a little contest. You can write or vote or both. Have fun! I'm posting my entry below, if you want to read it.

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  1. Skye HoffertFebruary 16, 2018 at 10:38 AM

    Can't wait to read your entry!

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    1. Esther Brooksmith (wisdomcreates)February 20, 2018 at 3:08 PM

      Thank you! Go vote for it if you can! It would be cool to become a finalist!

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  2. Savannah GraceFebruary 17, 2018 at 7:22 AM

    I voted up your piece! It was epic ;). (and then I entered one of my own, because I couldn't resist :D)

    ~ Savannah | Scattered Scribblings

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    1. Esther Brooksmith (wisdomcreates)February 20, 2018 at 3:12 PM

      Thank you! I liked yours, too! I hope Jenna finds a way out, and I thought it was cool that you described the vibrations of the gavel, since she is deaf. Plus...a deaf girl that can hear thoughts? Awesome idea.

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  3. Esther Brooksmith (wisdomcreates)February 20, 2018 at 3:07 PM

    Jenni fidgeted with her ring – the one only she could see – while she waited to hear the verdict.

    “You are quite certain there is a garnet ring on your finger?” Ian’s feet were planted firmly on the ground in a no -nonsense manner.

    Jenni nodded. “With inscriptions that I can’t read.”

    Galin shifted his weight, unable to hold still when invisible rings were at stake. “Epic!”

    “And you want us to follow you into another world to return it?” A serious expression masked Ian’s thoughts from Jenni.

    “I didn’t mean to take it. The girl handed it to me…and then these crazy warriors were chasing me…and I sort of tumbled back through the portal.” Jenni shuddered. “I’d take it back myself, but I…”

    Ian sighed and looked at Galin. “She wants bodyguards.”

    “Yes! So we’re going, right?” Galin pulled a battle axe from his belt, the one that he used in re-enactments and role-playing games.

    “This isn’t a game, Galin. We don’t know what could happen in there.” Ian took a deep breath. “You have to think about what you are leaving behind.”

    Galin shrugged. “College finals?” He waved his axe in the air. “I’ve got my axe. You’ve got your sword. What’s the worst that could happen?”

    Jenni and Ian looked at each other.

    “Don’t answer that,” Jenni ordered.

    Ian shook his head, looking from Jenni to Galin to the sky and back to Jenni again. “Okay. Let’s do it.”

    “Rrrrahhhhh!” Galin shouted. “We’re going to rock their world!!!”

    “But…” Ian held up a finger. “We’re just returning the ring and then leaving, right?”

    “Right.” Jenni and Galin agreed.

    Jenni fingered the ring again. How hard could it be?

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