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Event 9: Me, Myself, and... Results



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Thu Feb 20, 2014 1:23 am
megsug says...



Spark was busy, so consider @AriaAdams and I the messengers. We enjoyed all of these stories, but we could only choose three.
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All of you guys did fantastic. I would make some "You're all winners" comment, but that would be cheesy.

Thanks for participating, and congratulations to everyone.
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Thu Feb 20, 2014 6:01 pm
TinkerTwaggy says...



Dang, another of one of my fav works isn't one of the winners D: I was really proud of this one, too.
Welp, my loss. *gets over it*

CONGRATS TO THE EPIC WINNERS. ALL THREE OF THEM.
You were chosen, which means your stories deserve attention :) May you keep writing and enjoy more events such as this one in the futur.
"Is there a limit to how much living I can live with my life? How will I know if I've gone too far?
And why did I spend my life savings on sunglasses for a whale?
I shall find the answers... to these questions."
  





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Fri Feb 21, 2014 7:14 am
niteowl says...



Yay! Congrats to the other winners. I do not envy anyone who judged these. There were a lot of good ones! :)
"You do ill if you praise, but worse if you censure, what you do not understand." Leonardo Da Vinci

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It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with panelled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs, and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats—the hobbit was fond of visitors. The tunnel wound on and on, going fairly but not quite straight into the side of the hill —The Hill, as all the people for many miles round called it—and many little round doors opened out of it, first on one side and then on another.
— JRR Tolkien