Hello, my lovlies!! Spring is in the air, and what better time for a carnival?? THIS carnival, however, you can attend without bugs flying around, the chance of rain, or losing all your coins to those clever-but-impossible crane games. We’ve still got lots of interesting booths to visit, fun activities and challenges, and PRIZES to win!!!
My booth at the 3rd Annual Spring Blog Carnival (hosted by Candace’s Book Blog and Pure Imagination) is a “Daisy Chain Story Booth”. It’s really like a “round robin” style of storytelling. Each commenter will leave ONE sentence that continues the story from the commenter before them. I’ll start with the premise, and give you the first sentence, then… it’s off to the races!!! The idea is to get as creative as you can, while still keeping the storyline connected from one sentence to the next, much like you would daisies in a springtime daisy chain. Please keep in mind, however, that YA blogs are participating, and therefore younger readers may stop in here. I’d love to see some paranormal elements included, and even some romance if the story grows that way, but please keep things PG-13, at most.
To add a bit more fun to the game, my delightful friend Karina Cooper will be stopping in from time to time, to add sentences!! And all of YOU who comment will get a chance to win one book in Karina’s Dark Mission Novels or her St. Croix Chronicles. In addition, the winner will also win the lovely daisy chain bracelet shown here…
You can leave as many sentences as you like… but only one per comment, and please, no back to back commenting. Snag your friends to play along, or just build off the random commenter before you. Each sentence will give you one entry to win a Karina Cooper book of choice and the bracelet. Contest starts now, and ends at the close of the carnival on May 12th.
Thank you all for stopping by my booth… be sure to check out the rest of the booths in this funtastic blog hop for more activities and prizes:
Spring Blog Carnival Booths
To begin our “Daisy Chain Story”…
The grass in the meadow crinkled under the heavy boots of the hunter, daisies grinding to a flowery mash as she made her way to the entrance of the carnival.