How to Play
Writers
First sign up! Then check the keywords at the start of every month, create a short story based on those words (500 words or less), the more creative the better. Submit your work, that's it, too easy!

Readers
You guys can read all the stories you want, they are not long under 4 minutes each, if you like a story and would like to vote or comment on it you will have to sign up (sorry, this is to stop people voting more than once).


How to Win
Every month new stories are submitted, the earlier you submit your stories the more votes you will get. The stories are ranked and move up the ladder, the number one story wins that month. The top ten stories will earn the author
writer's credit
, we will explain this once you sign up.


The Book
Depending how the site goes our goal is to publish a book of all the 12 winners, and distribute it yearly.

Later!
thethreeWords crew

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#1 The Letter 'S' Nia H (Most Awarded) Comedy 'brillant'

Paris. August, 12th 2005. "Le Montmartre Hotel" room thirty-six, third floor of this astonishing pale-white Romanesque building. The sun had just risen and so had I. The French life got me first in the morning; some strong nice odour woke me up. It was the fragrance of fresh baguettes from the bakery opposite the road. The room was so lifeless but this scent filled my space from corner to corner. The light blue colour of the walls was making a continuous pattern with the sky.

#1 The Letter 'S' Nia H (Author) Comedy 'i like'

Paris. August, 12th 2005. "Le Montmartre Hotel" room thirty-six, third floor of this astonishing pale-white Romanesque building. The sun had just risen and so had I. The French life got me first in the morning; some strong nice odour woke me up. It was the fragrance of fresh baguettes from the bakery opposite the road. The room was so lifeless but this scent filled my space from corner to corner. The light blue colour of the walls was making a continuous pattern with the sky.

#1 The Letter 'S' Nia H (Ameteur) Comedy 'ok'

Paris. August, 12th 2005. "Le Montmartre Hotel" room thirty-six, third floor of this astonishing pale-white Romanesque building. The sun had just risen and so had I. The French life got me first in the morning; some strong nice odour woke me up. It was the fragrance of fresh baguettes from the bakery opposite the road. The room was so lifeless but this scent filled my space from corner to corner. The light blue colour of the walls was making a continuous pattern with the sky.

#1 The Letter 'S' Nia H (Freelancer) Comedy 'so so'

Paris. August, 12th 2005. "Le Montmartre Hotel" room thirty-six, third floor of this astonishing pale-white Romanesque building. The sun had just risen and so had I. The French life got me first in the morning; some strong nice odour woke me up. It was the fragrance of fresh baguettes from the bakery opposite the road. The room was so lifeless but this scent filled my space from corner to corner. The light blue colour of the walls was making a continuous pattern with the sky.

#1 The Letter 'S' Nia H (Blogger) Comedy 'bad'

Paris. August, 12th 2005. "Le Montmartre Hotel" room thirty-six, third floor of this astonishing pale-white Romanesque building. The sun had just risen and so had I. The French life got me first in the morning; some strong nice odour woke me up. It was the fragrance of fresh baguettes from the bakery opposite the road. The room was so lifeless but this scent filled my space from corner to corner. The light blue colour of the walls was making a continuous pattern with the sky.

#1 The Letter 'S' Nia H (New User) Comedy 'not rated'

Paris. August, 12th 2005. "Le Montmartre Hotel" room thirty-six, third floor of this astonishing pale-white Romanesque building. The sun had just risen and so had I. The French life got me first in the morning; some strong nice odour woke me up. It was the fragrance of fresh baguettes from the bakery opposite the road. The room was so lifeless but this scent filled my space from corner to corner. The light blue colour of the walls was making a continuous pattern with the sky.