Warrior Nun Contest Entry

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by KPWaaattpad

by KPWaaattpad

It's not like I had given up on writing. It's not like I didn't have the drive anymore. It's not like I couldn't envision a middle, beginning and an end.
That's what I kept telling myself anyways, but in truth it was pretty clear to me and those close to me that I had lost all those things that had once meant so dear to me.
When I received a simple Tweet from a longtime friend from across the pond telling me about a writing contest I was less than ecstatic.
More so happy to add another book onto my bookshelf than anything else, you had to read the story and write a short 2000 word prologue to the next book you see.
The book was marvellous; created by a new author, the contest a way to promote his work and gain readership. In no time (a span of three summer filled days) I had polished off the book in its entirety. I knew from the third chapter of who I would have liked to be in the next one as the main character, and a nice little thunderstorm had brewed in my head for those three days. Picking him apart like the wind scattered dandelions. Keeping every scene he was in etched in lighting and dark clouds.
I waited a day after I had finished reading to put pen to paper. Taking a swim and a relaxing bathe.
In no time I had finished my short, but sweet love letter of a type of beginning to a new story. Proofed and reread it, a few edits here and there.
I emailed it off, the contest ended in less than a week. My friend and I waited, both holding our breathe. Deflating once we seen the amount of entries that the contest had drawn in.
I had thought both of ours good, my older, more reasonable out of the two of us, friend thought maybe we had jumped the gun a bit.
Still yet I kept my fingers crossed.
I was more than happy when she won! Over the moon, it was both our first writing contest that we entered ever and she had won! I was sad to lose, but once again overjoyed to be writing again.
So I continued. I had found my drive again, thanks to a little hop skip and a jump across the pond and an app that we had both met on seven years prior.
And wouldn't you know it? A month later I received a letter from the Cotswolds of England.
My entry had gone on to win second place! Earning me a signed copy of the original book. And boy did that authors jaw drop when I mentioned that I knew the winner personally. Even tho we were worlds apart and couldn't be more different. Just like our entries.