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One Shot Contest Result

The result of the long awaited One Shot Contest Result is here!!

All the entries were fantastic and better than how I can ever write in almost all the cases. I had a real hard time choosing from them, honestly.

The top three are those which seemed to be within the word limit, with least to no grammatical error, and most importantly, unique.

Stories that my book have not been able to tell.. the winning entries are those fascinating tales.

Also, I'm deeply thankful to Neha di (neha12056) for her help as a guest judge in the contest. Thank you for everything, di.

Prizes will be delivered to all contestants shortly. If not, please pm me.

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****WINNERS*****

1. SILENCE ISN'T GOLDEN

Contest Entry by: ingenuousness
(781 words)

"So, have you decided yet?" I asked Brittney, drumming my fingers on the table. "Are you going to call him or not?"

"I do not know," she said, looking away to where Michael Haywood, one of the school's bad boys, sat. I studied her as her gaze lingered on him a little too long. "I need time to think about it."

I sighed, recognising her despair. "You won't be able to move on in your life if you don't call him. You can do this!"

I knew that she'd been hung up on Michael for ages. We'd fought because I told her that Michael was a bad boy, just one of those wannabes who broke your heart, but she didn't listen. I told her once and gave up. I tried to be a calm and supporting best friend.

She watched as he ran his fingers through his blonde hair, and I caught that dreamy look on her face. No doubt she was thinking about how endearing he was... again. She'd told me time after time about how he was when he was broken, how much she wanted to comfort him. And I listened.

I listened until that party that night, where I told a very drunk her to get herself together and show him she was over him.

Drunk people don't listen. I'd learnt that the hard way.

She continued studying him, leaving her lunch on the table, untouched yet again. I placed a hand on her shoulder as the tears formed. She didn't let them slip, though.

"It's okay," I whispered soothingly, aware of all the disgusted glances people were throwing in her direction. She didn't deserve them. "Everything is going to be okay."

Brittney nodded and picked up her sandwich again. She bit into it, still watching him intently. I heard the whispered 'slut', spreading around like wildfire. I know she heard it too, because a stray tear fell down her cheek.

I wiped it away and dragged her to the toilets. "You have to move on," I said quietly. "He's not worth it. They're not worth it."

She nodded - she seemed to be doing that a lot lately - and we returned back. Her head was held high and her shoulders were thrown back. I smiled, pleased.

But the whispers started up again.

I jumped to my feet and pushed the chair back with a loud creak. Before I could open my mouth, Michael's friends yelled at me to sit down. I opened it again, but Brittney slapped a hand to my mouth, effectively shutting me up.