Showing posts with label crusaders. Show all posts
Showing posts with label crusaders. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

A Super Cool Project You Really Want to Support


But first, a quick announcement:

As a group of Crusaders, we've pulled together a special treat for all readers out there. NEXT WEEK join our first ever choose-your-own-adventure blog hop, starting at Kerri's blog! Every one of these talented writers is excited to share this collaborative effort, and hope you will enjoy it as much as we have.

And now on to the find of the week: Cleverer. I stumbled across this while guest blogging about "Daring to Dream" at Misha's mental pensive. (A very fun place to visit--and absolute must if you're a writer.)

First, the project: 


Now there's a couple ways you can get involved, and all of them include AWESOME prizes.

1. You can pledge on Kickstarter. (Again, check out the prize roster. Whew!)
2. You can share via twitter, facebook or the blog-o-sphere.
3. You can enter this contest AND WIN:


The mask, not the guy. =) Clark Schaffer actually made this mask for Iron Man 2, no joking! Craziest part? He's offering it to someone who helps spread the word. So what are you waiting for?

Toodles for now my bloggy friends! I'm off to enjoy a week of visiting family--but remember to stop back next week for the Choose-Your-Own of a lifetime! 

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

A WINNER! And a Bout of Flash Fiction...

One HUGE

 

to everyone who submitted ideas for the Music Video contest. There were so many awesome ideas that we had a difficult time choosing. It came down to a team vote, and our winner is... (*drum roll*)

Kay Em Evans! 
For the picture frame idea. 

And now for the second Crusader Writing Challenge: parameters, 100 words (not including title). 


That Kind of Day 

The goldfish bowl teetered and crashed to the linoleum. Water coursed around my sneakers, orange bodies flopping helplessly through deadly shards.

A gun cocked.

“You can’t kill me.” I stepped around floundering bodies toward the wide-eyed man, hoping he wouldn’t try.

He looked down the barrel of his revolver. “Oh yeah?”

The gun fired.

A bullet smacked me between the eyes. Ouch.

“You can however seriously piss me off.” I speared him through with my scythe and lifted his squirming soul away. “Now I’m going to have to dig that thing out...! Say hello to your fishes, in Hell.”  


(From my short stories collection: Death Goes to Hell. Read more here: http://angiesdiary.com/stories/shortstory/death-goes-to-hell/ )