Is it possible that wings can be concepts with subsequent results, like wind gusts? Check out this entry, and decide for yourself!
In honor of the editor-in-mischief's sense of humor, what's a contest without a girlfight?!
This accent is so good and thick, flavors of Lambi and Sos Pwa will dance in your dreams.
This finalist's submission is definitely not rated for the young'uns. Four more to go!
Here's our first of seven entries. The job is simple: In 500 words at most, finalists must tell why the conductor threw their valise on the platform, grit his teeth, called security, and admonished they never board his train again, using the words “I didn’t think anyone would mind", at some point.
Another finalist has joined us in the dining car with a little sweetness, a little mystery, and a little oops for some spice...
Are you a passenger or are you the cargo? Here at the towers, this question is up for debate. The jury's out, because Thorn went to get beer. Meanwhile, our contest keeps the train a-moving.
So glad to know you've got more time to join in the contest as it continues...
Sometimes, the stories speak for themselves, with a wee bit of an accent.
While our fearless leader is immune to the kryptonite power of poetry, we here at the Towers say write on!
Write to tell the stories for the ones who aren't able to tell. Literati! This contest is screaming into the station. 11/10 is the last stop on the tramway. We've a few more submissions before the end of the line. Get yours in!
Sometimes you just need something a little sweet to get you through this contest!