WINNERS!!

Whew. Tallying is such a pain and Math is not my strongest subject (don’t worry, I still got A’s and sometimes B’s, but I’d never failed Math so rest assured I know what I was doing counting up points. 😀 ), but we finally have WINNERS!

Woohoo! THANK YOU to all who participated in my first ARCs GIVEAWAY! I didn’t know those books would be so sought after. LOL!

Thank you for tweeting and spreading the LOVE. Also, a big thanks to my new followers–HELLO! I hope we’ll have fun getting to know each other.

Anyway, I did the drawing as random as I possibly could, via Random.org. (I assigned each one of you letters & numbers accdg. to points, and then I picked a random number for the winner. Random.org did the scrambling thingy.)

What’s that? I’m stalling? Oh my! Let’s get on with it then.

DRUMROLL, PLEASE….

Winner of CROSSED by Ally Condie is:

A.M. Supinger

&

Winner of THE FUTURE OF US by Jay Asher & Carolyn Mackler is:

DLiteraryB!tch  

CONGRATULATIONS!

(throws confetti)

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Email me your mailing address at: writercherie AT gmail DOT com.

On another winning note, I won Krista‘s The Mighty Pen flash fiction contest over at her blog I Take the Pen. So I got this badge to show for my mighty, fancy writing pen powers.

Her prompt last week was this:

The soft melody of the song drifted up through the window. The gentle notes floated on the same breeze that stirred the curtains…

And here was my creation:

I put down the book I was reading and reached for the latch.
 
“Stupid Antonio. I can’t take this anymore,” I muttered. There he was two floors down, strumming his guitar, his voice cracking on the high notes. He looked up and smiled.


“My answer is still NO,” I said, slamming the window shut. For two weeks, Antonio had serenaded me with his made-up songs of love and broken hearts. And all for a night in the town. One dinner date.


I shook my head. It was impossible.


The sun’s last rays melded with the darkening horizon. I took off my clothes, peeling the layers one by one until I had only my skin wrapping me together. But not for long. Fangs extended, limbs shortened and disappeared, my skin turning leathery and black. I extended my arms, now encased with the thin film of my wings, and flapped them.
I shrieked. A moth’s location echoed back to me, my sonar senses heightened at the promise of food. Time to hunt.
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Krista has them on every Thursday, so head on over there for a fun writing challenge.

Happy Thursday, folks! ❤