Comments on: Winner of IN THE WOODS + Another Giveaway!

By: Pop Culture Nerd

Pop Culture Nerd — Sat, 07 Aug 2010 21:37:58 +0000

Reader#9—After MelodyGirl’s, Jen’s and your stories, I’m going to say most accidents do NOT happen inside the home…

Shell—…then again, maybe they do. I also love your secret nest above the wardrobe and the fact you’re eligible for this giveaway!

Christine—Animal scars are definitely badass. I mean, you could’ve been turned into a werewolf!

By: Shell Sherree

Shell Sherree — Sat, 07 Aug 2010 05:00:55 +0000

Heh, heh, how did you guess, Christine?!

By: Christine

Christine — Fri, 06 Aug 2010 19:59:19 +0000

Hmmm, no real badass scars to beat some of the competition mentioned above. Best I can do is lots of little pinprick scars and a few scratch scars on my arms from working in a veterinarian’s office for 10 years. I guess that was one bonus to having one of those nice white Midwestern complexions…the scars didn’t show up that much. ;-p

By: Christine

Christine — Fri, 06 Aug 2010 19:51:50 +0000

I like the idea of nest for reading on top of the wardrobe, Shell. Any chance you were inspired by THE CHRONICLES OF NARNIA? 😉

By: Shell Sherree

Shell Sherree — Fri, 06 Aug 2010 04:48:13 +0000

Hooray! An international competition, and for something I’d really love to read. Doing my happy dance! If the winners are chosen randomly, I have some hope. If it’s based on comparing our scars, I can’t compete with these tales ~ but here goes. Two ~ oh, wait ~ three of my scars come from being naughty, so perhaps account for my current law-abiding nature. One came from falling while climbing down from the top of my wardrobe, where I had a kind of nest for reading {frowned upon by those who generally know better, aka parents}. On the way down, I grabbed at the wardrobe in a last ditch effort to break the fall, and cut my wrist on the top cracked corner of the mirror. No stitches, but a nice little ‘character mark’ still lingers on!

By: Reader#9

Reader#9 — Fri, 06 Aug 2010 04:13:17 +0000

I was 14 had showed up early for soccer practice. One of the rich kids on our team was there showing off the shiny new moped he got for his birthday. He wasn’t being a creep about it or anything and even allowed us each a spin around the field on it. I had never been on one before. Hell, I didn’t have a bicycle, so I hopped right on when it came my turn. I made it halfway around the field before realizing how wet the grass was and how easily the new tires on the moped would slide. Like an idiot, I was giving it full throttle when I came to my first turn. The bike started to slide and before I could control it, I drove into and up the chain link fence surrounding the practice field. My left leg got caught on the top of the fence and the bike fell back to earth, leaving me hanging upside down. I have a neat little scar on the inner side of my left knee in the shape of the Nike symbol.

By: Pop Culture Nerd

Pop Culture Nerd — Thu, 05 Aug 2010 20:56:04 +0000

MelodyGirl---Yikes. I'll remember to wear the thickest jeans I own the next time I ride a bike, maybe even throw on leg warmers for extra protection. Jen---Oh, my leg hurt just reading your story. And then my wrist started twitching. You are badass! (Folks, head over to Jen's blog to read a review of this anthology and other cool Marcus-centric things she has planned for this weekend.) Eddy---I'm still cringing from your spores-in-the-face story and this one made me go "ouch!" Can't wait to see what other stories you've got up your sleeve. EIREGO---Awww. I've got a few of those internal heart scars, too. Erin---You are also badass! That's what I do, too---make up stories about my scars instead of trying to hide them.

By: Erin

Erin — Thu, 05 Aug 2010 17:35:08 +0000

(Twitter follower here 🙂

I have two scars I love…favorite is right across my neck. Got it having thyroid surgery, but I’ve spent years making up scintillating stories about its origin for those who do a double take (most end with, “…and then I escaped, but you should see the other guy!”).

The other is a little one on my knee, from when I was cutting wrapping paper as a kid and the knee got in the path of scissors on a mission. That one always reminds me of happy times with family 🙂

By: EIREGO

EIREGO — Thu, 05 Aug 2010 17:23:36 +0000

The left side of my chest where my heart is: 3rd grade, Shelly Brailey and I were very much in love. Then my family had to move and we cried our eyes out, me from the family car as it pulled away and Shelly from the curb while her parents held her hand. 2 weeks later, my family came back to visit. I rushed over to Shelly’s house and found her on the swing set holding hands with my arch enemy, Todd. You may not be able to see the scar, but trust me, it is still there.

By: Eddy

Eddy — Thu, 05 Aug 2010 15:40:54 +0000

High on my left shoulder I have a 3-and-a-half inch long scar. When I was 15 my church youth group was having a picnic at someone’s farm. We were playing a game called “setback”. I don’t remember the rules except that it involved throwing and catching a football. I was running to catch the ball, watching it over my shoulder. I was wondering why everyone was yelling “Fence! Fence!” when I ran full-speed into a barbed wire fence.

In retrospect, the ensuing wound probably needed stitches, but a little first aid and a bunch of Band-Aids and I was back in the game.

I call it my “fencing scar”.