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Rodeo #5: Sound and Fury Winners « Carrot Ranch Literary Community

The final Rodeo results are in… and GUESS WHAT?

I got third place!!!!!

Wow!!!

Some fantastic entries. Please click the link below to read them.

As always, I’ll leave my entry for you to read at the bottom! ❤

Thanks again judges!

By D. Avery Sometimes fear, respect, and awe are the braids of one rope. Sometimes that one rope is all a buckaroo has to hang onto. Your flash should never let go of that rope. That was my lead-in…

Source: Rodeo #5: Sound and Fury Winners « Carrot Ranch Literary Community

Third place and a copy of Chicken Shift go to Ritu Bhathal forGoodbye Fall.

Below me flowed water, fast and furious.

I tightened my grip on the pot.

“All ready?” The instructor checked my harnesses.

I gulped.

But I nodded. I needed to do this.

Launching myself, as instructed, I fell, headfirst, feeling the air zoom past me.

The elastic went taut and I bounced up and down several times.

My heart was in my mouth.

As I came to a stop, I looked at the pot, still in my hands.

Loosening its lid and allowing the contents to fall into the water, I whispered “Goodbye Jake,” before slowly being pulled back up.

What is apparent from the beginning is both the narrator’s fear and resolve to make this jump, though Ritu reveals this through discreet details, such as a tightened grip, a gulp, a silent nod. The motivation isn’t revealed until the end, with the detail of whispering and being pulled back up slowly adding to the poignancy.

I am honoured!

Well, here we have the second Rodeo winners mentioned in the post below.

Congratulations to all the entrants and special well done to the Winner and Runners Up!

By Irene Waters She Did It was the prompt for the memoir ride in the Rodeo. The four judges were given a judging sheet: was it a complete story, grammar, and spelling, structure, use of language, a…

Source: Rodeo #2: Memoir Winners « Carrot Ranch Literary Community

If anyone wants to read my entry, it was this:

She Did It!

My teenage years were influenced by many, but very heavily by someone who lived with us for a few years.

I was the young one, trying desperately hard to impress; so keen that I was naïve enough to do pretty much anything I was asked.

“I like him,” she said, “And you can like his brother.”

It was decided that we would write letters to these boys, expressing our interest.

How did I know that they would tell their mother?

And that she would call my mum?

And that my cousin would turn the finger at me, “She did it!”