CONTEST You say… Calling All Writers!

Have you heard about this fantastic Short Story contest at eBook Me Up yet? I feel like I’ve been overwhelming social media as I can about it. It’s an event I’m hosting, and I’m very excited my idea is coming to fruition.  To learn more about the eBook Me Up Contest Logosubmission details click HERE, we are looking for more submissions before the deadline May 31, 2015.

I had this idea well over a year ago, as I started participating in various blog prompts and became more active in my writing and the blogging community of talented writers. From years of writing, the short story is a love of mine. I had a writing coach that told me once if I could master the short story I could master the novel. At the time, I had blinders on for the novel, so I ate up opportunities to better myself with short stories. Then I was hooked; I love the immediate satisfaction of a good solid short story. The orchestrated sentences and words that move it forward in a flash without the preverbal fat of unnecessary scenes. Short stories are great for building up your writing skill sets. This is why I choose it as my first hosted  contest.

My goal is to host a contest for writers that would showcase talents and enable the further publication to those writers. It could be a forum for a writer to write a short story that could link back to a novel or other work in a similar genre. It gives a writer experience and practice. It’s in a forum for beginners and advanced writers, and the genre is open (excluding Erotica). This is where the original contest prizes were born from, helping writers be seen and published. The top 10 entries will be published in the short story contest anthology. The first 3 winners will have further showcases in the anthology along with Cash Prizes! Also there are no losers, all those who submit will get an e-copy of the anthology.  To find out more about the contest or submit click HERE.

I realized pretty quickly there would be more details I needed to sort out along the way. The first is I wanted a legitimate contest, not my own personal bubble, so I secured some GREAT judges. In fact, I won’t be a judge in this contest unless there is a tie, and I’m needed, otherwise I’m a host, facilitator, e-publisher and proud owner only.

Have you met the Judges?

Below is a brief on the judges, more on the Judges you can find their full biographies and social media contacts HERE.



Diane Lee is the published author of the Love & Other Stuff series and Queen Bee at Delicious Publishing. A former English teacher, she now works part-time in corporate learning and development.






Laura Roberts writes about sex, travel, writing, and ninjas – though not necessarily in that order. Laura is also the founding editor of the literary magazine Black Heart.







Melissa Barker-Simpson has published six books, each of which form part of a series. She is also an active collaborator to the blogging community.







Rene Averett is a writer, blogger, editor and creator of Pynhavyn Press, a small writers’ press for primarily digital publishing. Her well-known blog is full with recipes, healthy eating tips and a little bit about her weight loss success.






Andrea Laurel is a certified combat active firefighter with the Plantation Fire Department and later became a certified Emergency Medical Technician-Basic. She loves to read and is looking forward to this new experience.



I’m beyond thrilled these lovely ladies are apart of the eBook Me Up Short Story contest.  They each bring a diverse background that is sure to add to the contest flavor.

If you’ve once thought you might enter a contest but haven’t, this is the one! If you’re a seasoned professional and looking for fun with great return, enter this contest.  Lastly, if you have writer friends that would have interest, point them here and share this blog with them.  Help us out in making this a well robust contest!

I’m thrilled with the entries so far, and I’m looking forward to more entries.


Halloween Prompt – What’s Your Story?

I saw this and think its great fun, so obviously I had to share.  I love this time of year, could be my birthday is around it but I enjoy the cooler weather, the pumpkin spices (almost in everything – yum) along with the costumes.  Wait till you see my costume this year (a blog is coming!).

This is a prompt for your Halloween story.

Mine is, “I screamed at an apparition in an enchanted castle.”  What’s yours?  If you choose to write something, please put your link in the comments below to share.

Happy Halloween!




Writing Prompt: HS Reunion Assassination

WR101 Prompt Series – 30 Days of September.  (05Sept2014)

HS Reunion Assassination
By Cassie Newell

I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me whole. I had been spotted.

“Heather Lancaster!” Squee. “OMG you look fantastic! Books did the body good, huh? Have you seen Peter? Gosh I haven’t seen him Arma di Seduzionein like twenty years or something.”

I mean who in their right mind, forgets where they buried the body? Apparently I do, after so many years the brain begins to fade, on all the crappy shit you said and did, when you were youthful. Unless they were said or done to you of course.

Trying not to engage with Buffy to much, to cause a scene, “Hi. No, I haven’t seen Peter since graduation and he left for the military.”

This high school reunion seemingly wise to come to, was bringing it all back why I escaped the clutches of this small town. Had I come here under good pretenses versus adding to the body count in which my employer paid me for, I might try to chat with the old inmates of the town. However it wouldn’t be Peter since he died at my hands decades before.

Buffy starting bouncing looking behind my shoulder, never a good sign. “Kiera, Mary and Shannon, check out who this is — Heather Lancaster!”

There I was completely side tracked with the pom squad who is now commenting on my dress and physic while directing personal questions of my life, that personally I would rather eat the bullet I have than place it strategically in the new congressman’s heart. Lord, have divorces gotten messy now, it’s murder that is easy, poor fella.

I don’t remember what the four horsemen of the apocalypse where rambling about when I saw my target, I just remember that I walked away waving goodbye when I saw the guard to the congressman approaching me.

Stopped in my tracks. “What the…”

Peter smiled, “It’s good to see you too, Heather, it’s been a long time.”

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I hope you enjoyed my flash fiction/short story. It’s written for the WR101 daily prompt series – 30 Days of September.  I used the sentence starter and had a great time just writing for a bit.  Who knows, I’m think I may expand later; I’m starting to enjoy Heather!

All comments welcome, likes adored and sharing is caring. Check out the other WR101 Writing Prompts this month!

All creative rights reserved to the author.

Leia’s Loss of a Son – Featured Fiction #13

ff-newAll that it was, and all that it could have been, was now irrevocably broken. The family was now once again torn apart from both the light and the dark, what Leia had feared since her children revealed their abilities in toddlerhood. Her vow and head council member to the New Jedi Order was to uphold the Jedi beliefs, morality, honor and justice. What could she do now, abandon her own son?

“Leia, look at me.” Han gently turned her face and she complied. “I know what you’re thinking, so stop it right now. Jacen is a grown man and choose his own path, it had nothing to do with you.”

Angered that he’d say it out loud, “It has everything to do with me, this family! How can you say that? The Jedi traits don’t come from you Han, they are me, all me!” She leaned into him and he held her while she cried. The sobbing was insatiable, it was tears for her sister-in-law and for her son. Jacen as a boy running through the fields, and taunting his sister. It was a blessing to have twins, it was a restart to life she’d never known from her own brother in those formative years. Now, her son was responsible for her brothers pain, her pain as part of her heart dissolved away into oblivion.

“Shhh, oh Leia.” The silence was heavy. “Can we bring him back? Maybe Anakin could…”

“No! Anakin can’t go anywhere near him he’s only 13 years old and in school. We don’t need him influenced by his brother.” Her solum look mirrored her husbands as she looked up from his shoulder, “Anakin will not take this well, and we need to protect him as long as we can.”

Han’s eyes where heavy with grief and resolve, “He is lost to us then.” Still holding his wife, Leia shook her head in agreement as the tears continued their retreat in silent mourning. He was her rock and she needed him, and he was here with her in all the pain.

There was a knock at the door, and Jaina opened the door slowly stopping at the edge of the bedroom, “Mom, Dad – – is it true?” Her youth was replaced with the worry and stress.

Unfolding herself from Han and reaching out to her daughter, “I’m afraid Jacen is dead and in his place is was born Darth Caedus.”

Jaina sat between her parents in stoic shock. “Aunt Jade is dead. Jacen… Darth Caedus, killed her didn’t he?”

“We don’t know for sure, sweetheart.”

“Dad, I felt it. I know…” Knowing Jaina’s connection to Jacen was special, she’d hoped she would be spared. “I felt the disturbance as well honey.”

“No, Mom you don’t understand. I felt his turn before, his tampering with boundaries. He’s always wanted more, you must know this.” Shaking her head to clear it. “I felt more than Jade’s life force being released, this was… was visual.”

Looking at Han, Leia stood on her weakened legs slowly as her voice strengthened. “Can you monitor him now? Do you know where he is? I don’t sense him anymore.”

“No.” She could feel her daughter lie. “It’s inconsistent, I can’t force the visions, they just happen.” Jaina looking to her father, “He’s not going to let anyone near him, except me. He thinks he can turn me, because of our connection. I think he’s waiting to find me.” Her stoic stature was starting to crumble.

“Waiting for what? Oh sweetheart, you’re stronger than your brother, always where. He’s no longer your brother, mourn for him now. Don’t pity him when you do see him, he’s no longer who you think he is.” Leia gritted her teeth and nodded to the strength of her husband’s words.

They were a grieving family in this moment for a choice and a history that was on a repeat loop in their family, but this cycle would be broken. It had to be, no more would Skywalker’s be turned to the unholy Sith Lords. By her last breath, Jacen is the last. Darth Caedus would not touch this family or jeopardize other innocents ever again. This wasn’t a vow as a Jedi council member, this was a vow of an angry mother.