Spring Contest Winners!

Thanks to everyone who entered the blog contest last week!! There were so many good ones--apparently a lot of you suffer from seasonal allergies! My non-sniffly heart goes out to you.

Without further ado, the Shortlist (no particular order):

Honorable Mentions go to:

• Julia @ 2:57




• Blue @ 3:05




• Beck @ 4:04




• Tracey @ 5:42

A specific HM goes to:

• Alwyn @ 4:04 for best written...but not *exactly* a story.




• Jeff @ 5:56 for the best MerBear speculation.




• TPoelle @2:24 for the best flashback inducer.




• Kaleen @8:28 for the best non-allergy-related use of pollen.
  

And the winners (also in no particular order)!!

• Rachel Searles @ 1:13

I splash my face with cold water from the tap and sink to the green tiles. The audition was brutal.

Outside, the sky is darkening with a spring storm. Jeté, pirouette, again, plié, jump!

Tucked in my legwarmer is my secret ingredient, my snowy dynamite. It clings to my fingers like pollen. I lick it off, savoring the bitter taste, electric jolt, and get up to do the dance again.

• Sprunty @ 9:08

“The pollen is carried to the flower…”

“God Mom, this is embarrassing. No one still uses the birds and the bees.” Her daughter rolled her green eyes to the sky and huffed.

The wide-eyed awe and admiration were long gone. She knew she’d jumped the shark at the Justin Bieber concert when she pretended to like it. It was all downhill from there.

A glass of water pressed against her lips while thinking of a better way. A deep inhale filled her lungs with years of wisdom ready to be released.

“Just don’t do it.”

• Christina @ 5:42

Dan drew the dingy up. The rain made it hard to tell where the sky started and the water began. It had been that way with him and Jane. Hard to tell where one stopped and the other started.

He coughed as he jumped onto the dock and tied up. Pollen had made Jane cough. Dust and cold weather had too. Mostly two packs a day had made her cough, but at the time it seemed churlish to say so.

He should have been churlish, Dan thought, as he lifted the empty green jar out of the dingy.

Winners, please email me at proseblog[at]gmail[dot]com for prize claiming!!