Our most recent kontest, the Kafka Konundrum, kouldn’t kaptivate our readers. My apologies–usually I put effort into promoting the kontests to get an assortment of entries and I failed to do so this time around. We had only four entries, and very few comments. So I decided the closest thing I kould do the being fair is to divide the $100 prize money among the four writers who sent an entry.
What happens when nothing happens?
Getting your teeth into a story requires a little bridgework
Care for a little green with your turkey?
1000 greens to go with Thanksgiving dinner
Where the hell am I?
We’re extending the deadline to enter the competitionfor the most compelling first 1,000 words
“It’s none of their business you had to learn how to write. Let them think you were born that way.” (Ernest Hemingway)
She tells him their strategy: they will feign an amorous mood and walk down to a patch of shrubbery on the riverbank.
A French cafe’ under siege! Is nothing sacred?
Certainly, this couldn’t be one of the dogs she was promising to kill.
He was a Da–aa–aay trader! One way ticket yeah…