Home | Contest | Write A Book | Write Ebooks For Cash | Be A Travel Writer | Write Children's Books Write For Newspapers | Write An Ezine | Write A Blog | Writing Skills & Tips | Novel Writing Software Please take a moment to bookmark this site and join our free hot tips list. Read & Rate Our Writing Contest Entries! See what other people have written, and rate them on a scale of 1 to 5. This is an opportunity to view a wide variety of short stories and see what kind of original material is being submitted to us on a daily basis. After you rate an entry, you will be randomly redirected to another entry to rate. You may read and rate as many entries as you wish! The user-rating system is simply a fun way for writers to receive a public opinion of their work, and does not affect the judging for the cash prizes. If you wish to enter the contest, you may enter for free here. Rate This Contest Entry: Contest: June 30th, 2005 Author: R A Henderson I’m not a fan of spiders, especially huntsmen. I have been known to overstate the size of a spider to ensure my partner understands the need to be rid of it (men have their uses sometimes). I am famed for giving hand signals indicating a spider to be the size of a cricket ball, when in fact it is hardly bigger than a fifty cent piece. My sister, in one of her heightened states (drunk) once said that a fear of spiders came from us mentally registering them as hands, and no one likes a hand in your face as it indicates a loss of power. (This is also the same sister that came up with the theory – again in heightened state - that you can tell the size of a bloke’s penis by watching them play the air guitar. Having taken much notice of this and comparing cupped hand for air guitar playing and penis size I must say that she is right in this. Investigation still ongoing, just for curiosity sake you understand.) What ever the reason, the older I get, the more crazed I become in getting the spider removed. What fascinates me in spider detection is that I can be looking in the opposite direction to where the spider is upon the wall, but the ‘spider radar’ kicks in and zoom, my eyes dart to the black mark, the lurking spider. While it sits still, I can calmly find my partner and request almost nonchalantly for the spiders removal. But a quiver of one of its spindly legs, and I’m off on the 100 metre dash, hands flying to point the spider out, then the hand gesture of its size. Good thing my partner is good at interpreting hand signals, because by this stage I am a gibbering mess. On this day I was not over stating the size of the thing. As I lifted my head from the bathroom sink to scrub my teeth, there, above the cabinet, sat the spider. With heart racing and foaming at the lips (not just from the toothpaste) I made a hasty retreat to the main living area. Between teeth cleaning I managed to get the message across to my partner, through a spray of toothpaste, hand gestures and leg work (dance of the panicked woman) of the requirement to remove spider. He raised his eyes to the ceiling, shook his head, then went to get the shot glass that he uses to trap the things, complaining I was making a fuss over nothing again. He nonchalantly wandered to the bathroom (I am mentally telling him to hurry up), stood in the doorway, then looked in the direction I had indicated. His eyes widened. “Oh” was all he said as he stepped away from the bathroom and headed back to the kitchen for a larger glass. Swapping the shot glass for a pint glass he returned to the bathroom to trap the spider, the size of a cricket ball, then took it outside to find a new home in the shrubs or in some creatures stomach. On return, he said, going on my past form for describing spider sizes, why wasn’t I signaling soccer ball sizes. There is just no pleasing some people, when you tell the truth you still aren’t believed. But then I suppose I have cried wolf (or more accurately spider) more inaccurately than accurately. When next I indicated spider, my partner just got the pint glass first off, just in case. Warning: fopen(/home/writingc/public_html/entries/b3_rating/b3r_data/.txt) [function.fopen]: failed to open stream: No such file or directory in /home/writingc/public_html/entries/b3_rating/b3_rating.php on line 69 Warning: fopen(/home/writingc/public_html/entries/b3_rating/b3r_data/.txt) [function.fopen]: failed to open stream: No such file or directory in /home/writingc/public_html/entries/b3_rating/b3_rating.php on line 69 Warning: fopen(/home/writingc/public_html/entries/b3_rating/b3r_data/.txt) [function.fopen]: failed to open stream: No such file or directory in /home/writingc/public_html/entries/b3_rating/b3_rating.php on line 69 Warning: fopen(/home/writingc/public_html/entries/b3_rating/b3r_data/.txt) [function.fopen]: failed to open stream: No such file or directory in /home/writingc/public_html/entries/b3_rating/b3_rating.php on line 69 |
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