twitterfic contest poll

[coraa]

I got second place in the ninth Book View Cafe twitterfic contest! Hurrah. (You can see all the winning entries on their website. Congrats to several of my friends who also got honorable mentions!)

The theme was Monsters and Machines, in conjunction with the release of their steampunk anthology, The Shadow Conspiracy, including stories from Irene Radford, Brenda Clough, and Judith Tarr. I haven't read it yet, but I'm looking forward to it, and will review here.

I entered four twitterfics; one of them got an honorable mention and the other got second place. I thought I'd create a poll to see which of them you'd most like to see expanded into a full story. (I'm putting the info about which ones got honorable mention/second place below the poll, so if you want to vote first before you see that info, you can.)

A: Some black sheep could be hidden in the attic, but not Caroline. She leapt; her brass wings arced her upward across the moon.

B: "We offer spring-loaded claws in a variety of materials and -- " "Silver," Irina interrupted. "My brothers are werewolves."

C: The Beast's daughter had her father's fangs, her mother's eyes. Hidden in her workshop, she did not cry, lest her works rust.

D: "Do not call me monstrous," she said, "just because my heart is crystal and not flesh. My sharp edges are no fault of my own."

[Poll #1500684]

And thank you for indulging me. :)

The honorable mention was A, and the second-place runner-up was D.

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Comments

[coraa.livejournal.com]

Ha! I actually did mean it as a metaphor (it was the shortest phrase I could find to get across the idea of a family disgrace, and with only 126 characters to work with, that was paramount), but now I'm intrigued by the possibilities of a wing-wearing weresheep. ;)

[ceph.livejournal.com]

You should totally write that. Were-herbivores, let alone were-ungulates, don't get nearly enough love.