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Winners, November First Line Contest!

Holy moly, you guys make this so difficult to choose.

But choose I must, so I did.

First winner: acwise

Each Friday at 5 p.m. Ambrose Pierce walked through a small blue door and vanished. It was not something he intended to do, or even enjoyed doing; it simply happened. Regardless of whether he had paperwork to finish, was standing at the water cooler chatting with an attractive co-worker and gathering the nerve to suggest the possibility of getting a drink sometime, re-arranging paperclips and desperately watching the clock, or in the restroom washing his hands – it was a compulsion. At 5 p.m. precisely, a switch flipped in his brain, and he found himself walking down a hallway that didn’t exist on any of the fire and emergency escape plans posted helpfully about the building. This time, he thought (every time, without fail and without success, either). This time I’ll turn around. I won’t touch the handle. The world won’t end. I am not important, or essential to the existence of the universe. I can walk away. And inevitably he found himself thinking this with a slick hand on the doorknob, with said knob turning under his hand, and the blue door opening. This time, he thought (every time) as the door opened, and a light like no color and every color that had ever been enveloped him, and a smell like boysenberries greeted him, and… Each Friday at 5 p.m. Ambrose Pierce walked through a small blue door and vanished.

Second winner: idhren24

Each Friday at 5 p.m. Ambrose Pierce walked through a small blue door and


Every Monday at 8:57 a.m. Ms. Annabel Pearson paused
on the verge of everything, to check her hair one final time
rub her handkerchief absentmindedly across her lips
to catch any betraying smudge of red
and nod a short, sharp farewell to her face
before ducking through the closet door
brushing past ancient fur
and walking out the other side

Winners should either email a mailing address or send me a direct message on LJ so I can send out their prize. I will get those in the mail on Tuesday if I get addresses in time.

And don’t forget the Worldbuilder auctions! Eight days to go!

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