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Rooglewood Contest: The Finalists

Here are the Finalists!  Do you know any of them?
And four of them are Winners, and four of them are Special Unicorns!

Elizabeth Buckles: Moonsilver

Abby Jones: The Fighting Sullivans

Skye Hoeffert: Falling Snow

Ashley Lorraine Brown: We Were Children Once

Maddie Wilson Morrow: Red as Blood

Kathryn McConaughy: Overpowered

Dana Li: Pilot Tide

Rachel Holt Wallen: Snowbird and the Red Slippers

Melanie Morgan: Der WieBe Diamonte Und Die Schartzperle

Maddy Churchhouse: Solar Bright and the Seven Droids

Jenelle Hovde: Raven's Heir

Rebekah DeVall: Death's Mirror

Sophia White: The Colour of Life

Sarah Pennington: Blood in the Snow

Rachael and Luke Morales: Appleseed

Heather Love Fitzgerald: For Such a Time as This

Cerra Anderson: The Dragons Challenge

Elizabeth Brown/Betsy Waggoner: Heir

Rachel Harris: The Owl's Talons

Gabrielle Heffelfinger: The Nightmare Child

Cortney Manning: Yellow Bright

Esther Brooksmith: The Blood of Beauty

Kate Flournoy: The Mirror

Selina Eckert: Iclyn

Cela Day: The Show of Wonders

Tracey Dyck: Mirrors Never Lie

Nicole Birdie: Under Stone


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  1. Skye HoffertApril 3, 2018 at 12:51 AM

    I'm so proud and excited to see your name, Tracey's, and Maddie's! I screamed for all of you!

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    1. Esther Brooksmith (wisdomcreates)April 5, 2018 at 4:38 AM

      I was through-the-roof excited to see so many of you guys' names!!!

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  2. BetsyApril 5, 2018 at 12:32 PM

    I feel kind of honored to have TWO names in this list, haha ;)

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    1. Esther Brooksmith (wisdomcreates)April 6, 2018 at 6:59 AM

      Which would you prefer? I feel like some of us know you as EB and some of us know you as BW.

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