And the winner is…
Writing Challenge: Imagine yourself as the protagonist of an extraordinary journey. You are transported to a fictional world where anything is possible. Your task is to write a short story or narrative poem describing your adventure. Explore the sights, sounds, and emotions of this unknown realm. Let your creativity go to it’s limits as you encounter fantastical creatures, navigate uncharted territories, and face unexpected challenges. Share the triumphs, the trials, and the lessons learned along the way. Immerse the reader in the magic of your journey and ignite their imagination. The word limit for this challenge is 500 words. Let’s GO! Winner Gets $20.00 Via PayPal Or CashApp
Ladies and gentlemen,
Today, we gather here to celebrate the remarkable achievement of our writing contest's challenge winner. It is with great pleasure and admiration that I stand before you to congratulate
BJLeCrae, the brilliant mind behind the prose Fizzy and Mixx that earned them this well-deserved 20 bucks.
In conclusion, let us raise our glasses to Fizzy and Mixx, the charming characters of this writing contest. Your words have breathed life into characters, worlds, and emotions that will forever remain etched in the space time continuum of Prose.
Congratulations, your success is truly well-deserved, and I eagerly anticipate the literary wonders that you unveil in the future.
Fizzy and Mixx
"Dad's home. What are we going to tell him?"
"We're not going to tell him anything, Fizz."
"He's going to notice the fucking dog is missing, Mixx. He's not an idiot."
"Yes, he is. Mom only married him for his hair and biceps..."
"Yeah, don't remind me. We'll tell him we haven't seen Bailey and just play dumb."
"That's easy for you; you've only got a 167 IQ. I'm going to have to put on the performance of a lifetime."
"Four points, Fizz. Four tiny fucking IQ points, and I was hopped up on Paracetamol..."
"Hey girls, what's up?"
"Hey Fizz! You guys still working on the project?"
"Yeah, Mixxy's just working out some bugs."
"Bugs? It's almost noon. I would have thought you two would be celebrating unlocking the mysteries of the space-time continuum by now."
"It's the... time-space continuum, Father."
"Yeah... that's what they call it in this universe. So, what is this thing, Mixx?"
"Right now, I don't know what it is."
"Well, what does it do?"
"That's not true. It does something, we're just not sure what."
"Well, what's is supposed to do?"
"It supposed to facilitate the diffusion of molecules across a selectively permeable membrane between areas of higher to lower concentration, Father."
"Ohhh... so it's a ray gun!"
"Yes, it's a ray gun."
"Nice. Where's Bailey?"
"I don't know. I haven't seen him. Have you seen him, Fizz?"
"Well, I certainly don't see him now."
"Maybe he's in the back yard."
"Maybe... it's weird, he always greets me at the door. I figured he must be up here with you guys helping with your work on your ray gun thing..."
"Don't touch that!"
"Mixx! Fizz! Hold onto me!"
"I've got you!"
"What? What the hell? What's wrong with my voice? Are you hearing this?"
"You sound like a chipmunk... hahahaha! I sound like a chipmunk!"
"Why don't I sound... ooookay, I sound like a chipmunk, too. What the heck is going on, Mixxy? What kind of molecular diffusion... selectably permable..."
"Selectively permeable... it doesn't matter! That's not what it was. You wouldn't understand it anyway."
"Sure I would. Molecular diffusion... and selectively permeable... membranes and the... the other..."
"That's osmosis! I just gave you the definition of osmosis so you'd leave us alone to work on accelerator!"
"Accelerator?! What does it accelerate? Where the hell are we, Mixx?"
"I don't know! Ask Fizz! She's the smart one!"
"Only by four points! I don't know where we are! Everything's all fuzzy and blurry and..."
"Okay, let's all just calm down."
"Fizz! Fizz! Sit! Fizz! Mixx!"
"Who the heck is that?"
"It came from over there. Look, some... thing's coming."
"Sit! Fizz! Mixx!"
"Holy mother of crap! It's Bailey!"
"Bailey! You're talking!"
"Bailey talking. Good boy."
"Holy crap, Mixx. You've transported us into a parallel universe where dogs can talk!"
"What do we do now, Mixx?"
"I don't friggin' know! There's a 500-word limit!"