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  • Open Daily: 10am - 10pm
    Alley-side Pickup: 10am - 7pm

    3038 Hennepin Ave Minneapolis, MN
    612-822-4611

Open Daily: 10am - 10pm | Alley-side Pickup: 10am - 7pm
3038 Hennepin Ave Minneapolis, MN
612-822-4611
Creative Writing Competition Winners 2012-2014

Creative Writing Competition Winners 2012-2014

Writers' Guild of Acadiana
Bertrand, Neal
François, John

Paperback

Fiction Anthologies

ISBN10: 1936707047
ISBN13: 9781936707041
Publisher: Cypress Cove Pub
Published: Aug 28 2015
Pages: 96
Weight: 0.33
Height: 0.23 Width: 6.00 Depth: 9.00
Language: English
An anthology is a collection of selected writings by various authors. This selection of stories is brought to you by the Writers' Guild of Acadiana in Lafayette, Louisiana. We are pleased to present the winners of our writing contests from the past three years whose stories include a variety of entertaining genres. You'll find murder mystery, poetry, plot twists, science fiction, love stories, a limerick, and much more entertaining reading. One afternoon I decided to surprise Richard with a visit. I quietly knocked on his door and received no answer to enter, so I walked in. To my surprise and horror, Richard's creamy behind was doing the mamba with an unknown female. ...D. M. Soileau You are probably wondering, if I am dead, how am I telling this story? Well, it's complicated. I'll tell you the story if you promise not to judge me. What we did was wrong, but it was the only way. ...A. Burleigh Suddenly my eyes fell upon Frances and our eyes met intensely. She parted her moistened, luscious lips and spoke softly. Are you going to give me my package? ...L. Broussard First of all, Santa hated snow. He hated the icy cold. He hated driving that drafty sleigh year after year on Christmas Eve. It was way too small for all the stuff he had to carry, anyway. And there were too many children. And speaking of children, he'd grown to hate them. ...J. François Mary had been dead for at least a week. I had killed her with my own hands. Killed her without a second's thought to the long-term ramifications of my impulsive action. The instant it was over I felt shell-shocked. ...C. Bethel As I looked at him in the casket, I realized that this was the second time that I had seen him killed. I wanted to make certain that he was really dead this time as I reached down and squeezed his hand. ...G. Foche

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