Romantic Scene Contest!
Hi everyone! So in honor of Valentine’s Day, @E2theM (aka Emily) and I are holding a contest to see who can write the best romance scene! This starts February 5th, and ends February 29th! The guidelines are below. Have fun!
Guidelines:
1. The scene has to be one-three pages. No longer, no shorter. (generally from 250 to 800 words)
2. It doesn’t matter it its boyxboy, girlxgirl, or a girl/boy scene.
3. Be unique. It would be best if your scene was something original. We don’t want a bunch of cliché love scenes.
4. When you submit the story onto your profile, please have one of the tags be ‘romancescenecontest’. Thanks :D
5. After you submit it, please post the URL to your entry onto BOTH of our message boards.
Winning:
There will be two winners. The first winner will be the one that receives the most votes. The second winner will be the one that @E2them and I pick. J
Prizes:
Both winners will receive votes on all of their stories from e2them and I. Also, we will comment on any story of your choice.
But most importantly, have fun! We want to have as many people as we can!
Emma and Emily <3
Example One (Emily’s Example) -
I let out a breath as I sat down in the ugly brown bench. I turned and smiled at Carly sitting next to me. She smiled back, and put her earbuds in. I sighed again, and look to the front of the bus. Getting on was my friend Paul; he high fived his way to the seat across from me.
“Hey Watson,” he said with a grin.
“Hey Paul,” I replied, “What’s up?”
“Um…the ceiling,” he joked, making me laugh. My phone vibrated, and I picked up my phone. I answered the message, and put the phone by my side.
“Hey, wanna listen?” Carly asked me, holding out an earbud to me.
“Sure, thanks!” We listened to a couple of songs; then, Paul tapped my shoulder. I took the earbud out of my ear,
“Yeah?”
He held up my phone, “Who’s Brendan?”
My eyes popped out of my head, “Give me back my phone!” I grabbed it, just barely hanging on to it. He kept his grip, and pulled it towards him, taking me with him.
Somehow, I landed on top of him. When I realized how we were, my cheeks turned red.
“Give me back my phone,” I said with a little less force, given the position I was in.
He chuckled nervously, but before I could say anything, Carly let out a big, “Ooooooo!”
“Shut up Carly,” I grimaced, attempting to get up. But, Paul held me down with an arm around my waist.
“What are you doing?” I asked, bewildered.
“You want your phone back?” he asked me, staring me straight in the eye.
“No shit, Sherlock!” I yelled.
“Okay, then kiss me,” he said, letting the last couple words drop into a whisper. I stopped wriggling and stared at him. Was he serious?
