Welcome to this month’s Caption This contest! Here’s all the details you’ll need:
How to Play
- Look at the photo below.
- Use the comment section to caption it.
- Be sure to let us know what prize you’d like if you win. (Yes! There are not only prizes, but you get to pick which one appeals to you most!)
- Newsletter subscribers: be sure to identify yourself. (If you’re not one, read on to find out why you might like to become one.)
Prizes
- $10 Amazon card
- $10 Starbucks card
- $15 iTunes card
- $15 Target card
How to Double Your Prize
Newsletter subscribers will be allowed to choose two prizes. If their caption is chosen, they’ll get both!
That means they have a chance to put between $20-$30 extra spending money in their pockets.
Not a subscriber? Become one here. (Super fast and easy. You just need to submit your email address.)
Rules
- Open to U.S. residents only. (Sorry out-of-country readers!)
- If two or more caption submissions are very similar, we’ll draw names from the Boo Bucket to determine a winner.
- Multiple entries accepted. (If you’re gifted enough to come up with more than one caption, feel free to submit them. Just be sure we know they’re distinct entries and not a giant run-on one.)
- Newsletter Subscribers: You can pick two of the same card, or two different ones. Entirely up to you.
FAQs
Are multiple submissions accepted?
Yes. See #3 above under Rules.
Does my caption have to be a quote?
Nope. You can give the photo a title, write a poem, make it a quote as if someone’s saying something, write a flash story…anything goes. Whatever the photo inspires from you, we’ll take!
Ready?
Go!
Courtney Mroch is a globe-trotting restless spirit who’s both possessed by wanderlust and the spirit of adventure, and obsessed with true crime, horror, the paranormal, and weird days. Perhaps it has something to do with her genes? She is related to occult royalty, after all. Marie Laveau, the famous Voodoo practitioner of New Orleans, is one of her ancestors. (Yes, really! As explained here.) That could also explain her infatuation with skeletons.
Speaking of mystical, to learn how Courtney channeled her battle with cancer to conjure up this site, check out HJ’s Origin Story.
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Bad dog. I’ve told you not to chase the birds up here.
“No, no, no. We don’t chew the mailman’s toes.”
#3 iTunes or #1 Amazon, if I win, please.
“Bad dog…I said you can only choose ONE bathroom.”
Darling Lulu i have told you we dont chase our ghost friends.
Utterly spellbound, I watched from behind the drapes of my bedroom window as the lady from the house across the road unknowingly confirmed herself to be what we local kids had suspected all along; here lived our very own neighborhood witch. Standing on the front lawn draped in a gypsy-like shawl and pointing her bony finger like it was some kind of divining rod, she compelled with an unseen force her pet chihuahua (whom we had named ‘Devil’) to come down from its position atop of her roof. The coal-black little beast was known to be possessed of a particularly quarrelsome and hostile nature but on this occasion I witnessed it transform into a cowering servant commanded by the ghoulish woman’s raspy voice (one that my friend Bobby said sounded like jagged rocks grinding against each other in a hessian sack) as well as that ominously directed finger. With a final desperate leap the animal launched itself off the roof and into her waiting arms below. Fanning out a last cursory glance in all directions to check if she had been observed – including a randomly flung look at my concealed position behind the curtains in my parents’ house opposite – causing my heart to skip several beats and my eyes to involuntarily snap shut for a brief moment – she retreated from the front lawn and dissolved back inside her gloomy, ivy-draped cottage, the door proverbially creaking shut behind her.
Now for the fun part. Finally freed from the constraints of concealing myself, I tried opening with my teeth the bag of pretzels I had been holding and began planning exactly how I would tell my friends the next day of the decidedly unnatural scene I had just glimpsed.
“No more barking at the empty closet… You’re freaking me out!”
“You’ve got to stop chasing cars….. And you’ve REALLY got to stop dragging them home and burying them in the garden!”
SUBMITTING FOR SHEILA Z-H FROM A COMMENT LEFT ON FACEBOOK RE THIS CONTEST:
Oh, Chica!!!! I have warned you many times that you CANNOT bite the ankles of Mama’s clients!!!! That’s my bread & butter, baby!!! How else can Mama go out and get you that big juicy bone you saw @ Trader Joe’s!!!!!
No pretending to be a Hellhound again, just to scare the mailman.
Hey all! So sorry I didn’t announce the winner right on July 1. I was on a jaunt and haven’t had access to Internet service. But I’m back now and, after trying to decide between some REALLY great captions, have decided to pick Donna’s caption to give the first place prize to. However, I have to also award honorable mentions to Pamela and William. Very clever and funny entries from everyone!