Is it possible that wings can be concepts with subsequent results, like wind gusts? Check out this entry, and decide for yourself!
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.
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.
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!