January Jumpstart

Welcome to the January 2013 Jumpstart Contest…

Jump Start contest image“What comes next?”

NEWS: Deadline is extended to Saturday, Feb 2

NOTE: This contest is now closed to new entries.

SoWrite’s January contest features a minimum $25 cash prize for First Place, with a progressive jackpot based on the number of extra paid entries. 

This page is for contest entries. There are four ways you might have arrived here:

  • By invitation
  • By entering a promotional code
  • By paying a contest entry fee
  • Completely by accident (please go here now)
How to enter the January Jumpstart Contest:

Have you read the General Contest Rules yet? By entering this contest, you agree to abide by those rules, in addition to any special conditions listed on this page.

Use this page’s Comments section to submit your entry.

(see Directions, immediately above that section)

 Contest dates and times:
  • Contest opened to entries on Sunday, January 20, 2013 at 5 pm (all times are EST)
  • New entries accepted until Saturday, February 2 at 3:59 pm
  • Judging begins on Saturday, February 2 at 4 pm (end of Refund period)
  • We’ll announce three finalists that day after 6 pm
  • Among non-finalists, one random entry will be awarded a $10 bonus prize on Sunday
  • Contest Winner will be announced on Sunday, February 3, 2013 after 2 pm
  • Winner’s submission will be published and featured on this website at that time
 Specific Rules for  January Jumpstart Contest 2013:
  • This content is for ALL WRITERS
  • FIRST ENTRY IS FREE for site subscribers (revised January 26, JB)
  • Contestants may choose to add two extra paid entries.
  • Submit your “what next?” sentence(s) as your entry, up to about 100 words.
  • You must own full copyright to your submission. Prior publication is fine.
  • Do not identify yourself in any way as part of your submission’s text.
  • SoWrite reserves the right to edit entries if necessary (see General Rules).
Please carefully read and follow these Entry Directions:
  1.  Use the Speak Your Mind box for your entry. (Use your keyboard’s “End” key to find this quickly.)
  2. If you are logged in (“Post as [your name]”), LOG OUT before placing your entry.
  3. In the Name field, enter the first 3 words of your sentence, not your name.
  4. In the Email field, enter the email you prefer for contest communication.
  5. NOTE: Your email WILL NOT be displayed publicly.
  6. Leave the Website URL field blank.
  7. Copy and paste your sentence(s) into the Comment Box.
  8. Click your mouse in the box, Notify me of follow-up comments by email.
  9. NOTE: Remember to check your email to confirm your Comments subscription.
  10. When you’re ready, Click on the green box that says “Post Comment”
  11. That’s it, you’re entered!

Need help with your entry?

Email SoWrite editor Jim Bessey at: jimbessey @ sowrite.us.com  (omit the spaces)

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THANK YOU FOR YOUR ENTRY!

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Comments

  1. Jim Bessey says:

    NOTE: NO NEED TO RE-QUOTE JULIE’S FIRST SENTENCE — just add your own new sentences as your entry.

  2. 1) ...of fox hounds says:

    “This I confess, and nothing more!” she cried aloud to the howling throng of fox hounds and the trailing hunters on horseback. “This poor red fox went to ground at my feet and I have rescued him; any dog or wealthy hunter will have to tear out my own throat before harming it. Now go and seek another blood sport where the odds aren’t 50 against 1 a beautiful creature that poses no threat to person or hound.”

  3. 2) (entry removed) says:

    She paused, grabbed the microphone with both hands, and whispered: “I know who killed him, and his name is–” Those were the last words she ever uttered.

  4. 3) Clothes torn and says:

    Clothes torn and dirty, weakened from the chase, Catalina remained defiant, having revealed naught but her name. She would tell this lynch mob nothing more, now or ever. She would die before revealing the location of her beloved. And then, whether from fatigue, fear, or both, Catalina fainted.

  5. 4) The standing ovation says:

    The standing ovation from her beloved fans was deafening this time around, but she heard none of it. She took two steps stage left, clutched her heart and collapsed on her best and last Broadway performance.

    • Jim Bessey says:

      I enjoyed this entry because of its creative twist. You took the story in a direction I’d never envisioned.

      • Jim, you know this one’s mine too. Thanks!

        • Jim Bessey says:

          I made a point of “forgetting” who had entered what, Glory. Of course, it’s easy enough for me to hit “edit” and have a sneak peek, but it’s more fun just to rely on the writing itself. NOW I know this one is yours, and of course I still like it! :-)

  6. 5) Renata whispered her says:

    Renata whispered her incantations as the fire licked up the woman’s skirts, found flesh, and dug in. Agonizing shrieks sailed over the mob, silencing the ragged lot with their brutal finality. The lolling head, nude and nicked with razor marks, rose once more and the crowd fell back, many making the sign of the cross, as that burning mouth roared forth in Renata’s voice, “Death. Death to you all!”

    She should be on that pyre, not her mother.

  7. 6) I healed the says:

    “I healed the boy who was sick, but with herbs and medicines!” the crowd
    was no quieter and still they called for the purging. “I am not a witch!”
    she cried again with faltering hope, these people would not see reason.

  8. 7) He is my says:

    “He is my child, a bastard child whom I sent away because of the evil in his
    eyes.” she spat at the man who stood before her, but the cuffs on his wrists
    did not hold back the sadness in his eyes. “Condemn him, for a mother knows
    when a son is guilty.”

  9. 8) Open your eyes says:

    “Open your eyes!” Maure shouted. “You have brought this calamity upon yourselves, and you would kill me for your misdeeds? You have ushered in your own destruction.”

  10. 10) “Blasphemer!” cried the says:

    “Blasphemer!” cried the priest vehemently, “Heresy will not be tolerated!” The angry mob roared for her execution. The priest, raising one hand for silence, calmly asked, “Is it better to burn in hell for eternity to keep your misguided beliefs?” The prisoner, a mere girl of seventeen, was tied unmercifully tight to a stake mounted on a hastily built platform. “There is nothing to repent! I shall never sacrifice my beliefs for your corrupt church!” The priest, enjoying the renewed fervor of the crowd, raised his hand once again and with feigned solemnness said, “Take her to the inquisitorial chambers.”

  11. 11) A roar rumbled says:

    A roar rumbled over the crowd, flooding towards her as though the banks that stood either side had burst. She continued to hold a tight grip on the ropes that held the ducking stool over the cold waters. “Yes, I am a witch. But I do not bring harm to the village. I am not the one who has hexed you. I do not kill the men. But I can put an end to this plague. If you’ll only let me down, I will show how you can rid yourselves of the disease that you fear more than me.”

  12. 12) She walked off says:

    She walked off the podium, straight into the clutches of her most intimate and trusted adviser.
    “Do you have any idea what you just did?” he shouted over the deafening noise, grabbing her arms in a fierce grip.
    “Why, yes, I do believe I just may have ousted a sitting tyrant and replaced him with me. Proud of me, Darling?” she said, her smile widening.

  13. 13) When the raucous says:

    When the raucous laughter finally died down, the audience stood up clapping and hooting in appreciation of the fake revenge revelation.
    As the Ivana impersonator massaged the harsh chemicals into the billionaire’s raw scalp she purred, “Your bold new hairstyle will make headline news.”
    Then she shrieked, “Maybe your latest whore, Marla will run the other way!” Then she raced center stage with the sticky clumps of bleached hair waving above her head like proud first-place gold ribbons.

    • Jim Bessey says:

      OK, this is just plain hilarious! Well done. :-)

    • Jim Bessey says:

      Now, a bit later (during the power outage at the Super Bowl) —

      Not only is this entry hilarious, but it’s the winner of our $10 bonus Thank You prize! I’ll give the author some time to drop by and identify herself.

      • Sweet! Thanks for the 1O bucks. 13 is a good number! PJ

        • Jim Bessey says:

          I’m so glad you entered, PJ!

          I just wasn’t sure how you’d like to be addressed here, since I know you by another pair of initials. Oddly enough, your comment was our #13, the site’s #2013, and your digital web address also ends in the number 13. “Good number” indeed! :-)

  14. 14) The mob was says:

    The mob was maddened beyond reason. They beat upon the great table with knife pommel and beer stein, they bellowed and gibbered and gnashed their teeth. The young ones eyed her with pimply ill will, protesting or weeping openly in accordance with their ages and temperaments.

    “Oh yes!” she continued, “I wanted the pie! I desired the pie! It is fair to say I lusted after the pie with a depraved and unholy hunger!

    “Notwithstanding, know this, and know this well! It was not I, who stole the pie.”

    “But I damn well know who did!”

  15. 15) This I confess says:

    “This I confess, and nothing more!” said Jim.

    “Then so it will be. You had your chance. You’ll have to wait until the next life if you want my forgiveness,” said his mistress.

  16. 16) Her words as says:

    Her words, as frigid in their finality as they were chilling in their implications, crept away from the dais; into and over the crowd like the first glacial bites of an interminable winter. They stood there, all of them, frozen in the settled fog of her declaration, silent, realizing with frosted certainty that her confession functioned now as the ice tracery that framed the clear windows of their doom.

  17. ‘This I better confess too,” said Raymond….haha, being unqualified to enter such fine competitions,…
    “Why bleat ye so?” She pointed at the great pile of wool. “Ye are not turned into lamb chops, but merely shorn! I am but a shearer, not a butcher!”

    • Jim Bessey says:

      :-) Raymond,

      I can tell how badly you want to re-enter the competition! Perhaps we should let you shed your judge’s robes during the next contest round? Make no mistake, though. Your time served as a judge is greatly appreciated.

  18. I can replace you, Raymond! You poor dear!

  19. 17) Isn't that what says:

    “Isn’t that what you meant to sign, Roosevelt?”

    Janie stood horrified before the cage while the sly bonobo continued to ask for ice cream as if nothing were amiss. The other monkeys pulled on their bars and howled, furious at the stench.

    Feces was smeared everywhere. This was a two-gallon bleach job for sure. Roosevelt had even hit the light so the heat from the bulb could waft the aroma of baked shit that much more efficiently.

    “Confession is good for the soul, you bastard,” she said, feeling guilty for yelling.

  20. 18) Oh shit Wendy says:

    “Oh shit, Wendy the Wart-Nosed palmed her meds!”

    Jack’s yell was lost in the melee. Six frantic patients in paper slippers and one shocked resident back-pedaled their plastic chairs away from the ‘sharing circle’ with varying degrees of success thanks to the uneven linoleum. Wendy, already standing on her seat, raked her nails down her sallow cheeks, drawing blood.

    “It burns! IT BURNS!”

    Jack turned to Eddie. “Five cigarettes say she lands in solitary for a week.”

    “You’re on.”

    Jack grinned as the orderlies pushed gibbering patients aside to wrestle Wendy to the ground. “Man, I love new resident day!”

  21. I’m #12…What does it mean? What do I do know? Where do I go? Where’s the beef?

    • Jim Bessey says:

      Means you are one of our three, perhaps even the winner, Glory.

      Just sit back and bask in the warmth of it all. I’ll have the final announcement soon.

  22. Petra Newman says:

    Hi Jim, I can’t believe I might tie in fourth place. I had so much fun with this contest. I laughed and laughed at the entries. Just being part of this was reward enough:) Can’t wait for the next one.
    Thanks and have a GREAT Day:)

    Petra

    • Jim Bessey says:

      Which numbered entry is yours, Petra?

      You can reply directly to your own entry, so we know it’s yours. (Yes, I can access this info, but it’s a tedious process and not much fun!)

      While I’ve listed the top-three in random order, our tied-for-fourth entries are legit. Our judges were so emphatic in their support of these choices that I felt it only fair to Mention them. In fact, the two tied entries are responsible for much of the judges’ frantic discussion last night.

      Great job, for sure, by both of you, Petra.

  23. Open your eyes says:

    When I read the contest rules and entered, I was certain rules stated, add 1 or 2 sentences to Julie’s winning sentence. Did we change horses somewhere along the way? —100 words?

    • Hi “OYE”, I’ll pinch-hit for Jim… here, ,,,,up above these comments it is in the specific JanJump rules. …a couple of sentences to a max. of 100 words. “:) Who would have known, huh?

    • Jim Bessey says:

      Yes, there was some jostling along the way.

      “up to 100 words” was there all along. Some of the earliest entries also encroached on the “1 to 2 sentences” idea right away. There was some discussion, and then I posted updated and revised rules one week ago, along with the extended deadline.

      One thing I always allow — if a contestant is comfortable “violating” the rules, and therefore potentially having the judges ignore his or her entry, then that’s alright with me. I’ve never been a draconian moderator. I try to offer reasonable guidelines, and then hope that participants will abide by them.

      Thanks for your help with this one, Raymond! :-)

  24. Petra Newman says:

    I don’t know; as soon as I turned 60 I’ve been adding a few pounds each year:) It’s true what they say. Oh well, life’s too short, no sense denying myself. I heard chocolate was good for you…Chocolate, ice cream, whipping cream ……!!!!!!!

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  26. 19) Her footing teetered says:

    Her footing teetered on the table; her rolling pin held high to ward off the frenzied crowd from the “Nothing Tastes Better than Skinny” club. “Yes, I did it; I used real cream in the Crème Brulee.” She almost laughed at the absurdity. Who are we, she thought, have we evolved from being human to butt lifted, breast implanted and botox injected skinny mutants? She stared at the crazed eyes of dieting women who surrounded her like a pack of feral wolves.

  27. Jim Bessey says:

    This entry also earns Honorable Mention, and is tied with #7 for Fourth Place — well done!

  28. Petra Newman says:

    Mine was #19, Jim . . . I think I should change my face on here, what happened? It looks like I’ve been eating too much creme lol…it’s all the good food that was forced on me when I was out west:)hmmm

  29. Jim Bessey says:

    I think your face is just fine, Petra! Mine is too tiny.

    Maybe both of us should get awesome and clever Avatars? :-)

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