This competition is easy.
1-Vote for your favorite story by clicking on your choice at the poll.
2-Leave a comment for a chance to win a free copy of Magic Runes.
The winning entry will receive a free copy of my new release Magic Runes and a $25 Amazon gift card. Competition will end on 28 November. Good luck to all!
Which story is your favorite?
- Amanda (28%, 28 Votes)
- Zachary (17%, 17 Votes)
- Brandy Jones (14%, 14 Votes)
- Faydra Fuller (12%, 12 Votes)
- Kaya Morales (10%, 10 Votes)
- Shelley Kreig (7%, 7 Votes)
- Michelle Willms (6%, 6 Votes)
- Jessie Mckissick (6%, 6 Votes)
Total Voters: 100
Here are your 8 contestants selected from the A Witch Walks Into a Bar… post.
Entry #1 – Kaya Morales
Witch hunters on break. She knew that she was their number one target and worth $1,000,000 dead or alive. She had to get out of there without looking too mysterious. As she starts to turn around, one of the hunters turn their heads and stares right into her soul. She knew there was no easy way out now…
Entry #2 – Brandy Jones
A witch walks into a bar and in the corner a group of rude guys sit staring and making comments about most the women in the bar. She quickly says a spell under her breath. Now every time one of them is imagining one of the women naked will find himself sitting there without any clothes on. Serves them right. She walks over to the bar and orders herself a margarita when suddenly she hears male shrieks. Smiling to herself she glances over her shoulder already knowing what to expect. Sure enough, two already sit wearing nothing but their birthday suit and are grappling for auth to cover up with.
Entry #3 – Michelle Willms
A witch walks into a bar and sees a group of magical assassins. Given that the assassins were visible only to those that held the power to view their exceptionally rare additional lining around their aura, it was unlikely anyone in the bar realized what they were. “Great,” she thought. “The Council is at it again. I wonder which group they’re thinning this time.”
Entry #4 – Faydra Fuller
A witch walks into a bar…”ouch!” she screams rubbing her offended nose. She then pushes her glasses back up her nose so she can see. She sidesteps, bends over to pick up her dropped broom, and flies off again.
Entry #5 – Jessie Mckissick
A witch walks into a bar and sees a group of men sitting at a table in the back of the room. As she nears the bar, she feels a pulsing energy coming from the table. She’s felt this energy signature many times before; Lycans! She calmly orders a beer from the oversized bartender, and turns to face the opposite wall. She’d leave if she wasn’t waiting for her roommate, Jessica. God; the smell coming from the table is about to make her sick! Were the hell is Jessica? Five minutes, that’s all the time she’ll give her, and then she’s walking out before any trouble can start. For if there is one certainty in this realm, witches and lycans can’t stand each other.
Entry #6 – Amanda
Soul Reapers. They look human; non-threatening. But the witch knows better. She sees the way they keep eyeing the girl at the end of the bar, watching her raptly, waiting for a chance to swoop in and steal her away before anyone notices she’s missing. The witch can see how their mark shines; it’s almost too late to save the girl. But that never stopped the witch before. She had always loved a challenge, and this was sure to be one hell of one. The witch grinned and walked over to the Reapers. The fun was about to start.
Entry #7 – Zachary
A group of women sitting together, three of them, all young, all pretty, all… otherworldly. Cooly, the witch was over to the booth the women are occupying, silently taking the empty seat next to the youngest looking one, with pretty blonde hair and big blue eyes which she was currently decorating with eye shadow. The blonde looked up from her mirror long enough to acknowledge the witch and went back to blending her eyelids.
“It’s about time you showed up.” The red haired woman across from her said, “We were getting worried.”
The woman next to her let out a light giggle, tossing her light brown hair back as she did so, “Worried? You told us she had better be dead if she didn’t show up.”
“Well lucky for me that isn’t the case.” The witch said, removing her hat and letting her onyx hair fall around her shoulders. “I’d hate to be killed by my own sisters.”
“Did you bring it?” The red head asked. The blonde put away her makeup, sensing things had moved into the serious zone.
The dark-haired witch reached into her purse and pulled out a flat, square object. She placed it on the table in front of the others.
It was a small, leather-bound book with a clap. On the front, stamped into the leather were the words “La Grimoire Du Chaise”
“I can’t believe we are actually doing this.” The brunette said, eyes locked on the book.
“You know we don’t have a choice,” the blonde told her. “It’s our time, either we take it or…”
“I know what happens if we don’t do it. It doesn’t mean I’m happy about it.” The brunette responded.
“It doesn’t matter,”the red head interrupted, “because we’re doing it. Right?”
It wasn’t a question, they were doing it. They had no choice, it was their destiny. For hundreds of years, four Chaise women were granted powers beyond that of normal witches, power that was to be used to fight the darkness in the world. The Chaise women who took on this destiny were connected until their deaths, at which time four new Chaise witches were chosen to take up the mantle.
Now it was their turn, these four cousins, now sisters by rite, would take on this destiny and battle the darkness in the many forms it may take.
Entry #8 – Shelley Kreig
A witch walks into a bar and she sees a group of women sitting in the back left corner of the bar. She can feel an energy coming from them that makes the hair on the back of her neck stand up, though she can’t figure out why. Then energy doesn’t feel like anything or anyone she’s come across before. She continues to wander further into the bar. Movement on her right takes her by surprise. She realizes that one of the women sitting in the corner had masked an energy ball and the male vampire now standing at her right had diminished the spell to keep her from being hit. The man walks away like nothing ever happened, leaving her standing there wondering why this vampire had helped her. She continues to the bar where she takes a seat beside a man who is, for whatever reason, trying to conceal his face. He looks towards her briefly, and immediately gets up and leaves the bar out the back door, which she hasn’t seen until now. She tries to get the bartenders attention, but it’s like he can’t see her, come to think of it the only people that seem to see her are the three women who don’t feel right, the male vamp, and the man at the bar who bolted as soon as she sat down. After trying to get the bartenders attention for what felt like an hour, she gave up. So she decides to take the shortest route to the exit, which is out the back door. Little does she know the back door is a portal leading straight to the underworld!
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