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Creative Limitation: Writing Contest!!

 One of my great friends has the blog floor today to tell you about this fun contest that she is wanting to get started!!! Make sure to join in on the fun!!!!! ~ Keturah 





Hello! I’m Lauren, one of Keturah’s friends. I’m a fellow writer, reader, etc. As a result of this I had this great idea the other day.

Stored up in my strange mind are several ideas for writing contests. I have them tucked away, hoping that someday I can use them. Well, I was thinking about blogging and thought it would be cool to have writing contests on a blog! I don’t have a blog of my own so I asked Keturah if I could guest post on hers!

So who’s ready for some writing contests?

I really don’t know much about hosting a contest so let’s start with something simple. Something easy but creative and fun.

Six word stories will be our first contest!!!!

What is a six word story? It’s exactly what it sounds like. It’s a story that’s only six words long.  It’s hard to do at first. It’s hard just to grasp at first. So if you’re having trouble try googling “six word stories.” Web pages full of six word stories will come up if you do.

So let’s see how creative you can be with such a limited amount of words.

But first we should probably have some rules.

1.       First have fun. This is something you’re doing because you love to write. Right?
2.       Your submission can only have six words in it. No more. No less. That’s kind of the point right?
3.       Please do not submit anything inappropriate. No swearing especially. It won’t be accepted as an entry if we think it isn’t appropriate even if it is the most amazing thing we’ve ever read.
4.       The deadline is August 31.

And of course what happens when we pick a winner? Well, since this is the first contest and we are still figuring things out the winning story will be featured on the blog. Not like any ordinary story though. We will make it look pretty and put on a back ground.

I know it isn’t a whole lot, but it is nice to see someone else appreciate your creativity. So go out there and be creative. Let’s see how unlimited you can be when you are limited to six words.

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  1. This sounds fun! But it looks like I came upon it too late. I'd be up for another one though!

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  2. Six word stories are fun. ;)

    The world ended. I still survive.

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  3. Six word stories are so hard! But here's the best I finally came up with: "Murder. Their sole method of survival." More of a hook than a story, but that's the best I could do. :p


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