To mark the 936th visitor to this blog, and to thank you all, especially those who’ve left comments, I’m running a little (free) competition. First Prize (okay, the only prize) is a copy of this short story anthology, which features, among others, pieces by Luke Kennard, Wendy Brandmark and your humble blog host.To win, all you have to do is write the best six-word story. Harder than it sounds. Here’s a few to get the creative juices flowing.
I’ll announce the top three in a few weeks, posting a copy of Riptide to the deserved winner.
Email entries to ‘tom vowler at hotmail dot com’ (no spaces), or the brave can leave as comments.
Closing date: March 21st. Good luck.
16 comments:
Riptide: No swimming. Reading far safer.
They'd kissed. Once. Nevermore. Bad breath.
The end. Middle. Start. Confused? Perhaps.
Lost: my head, my heart, you.
He almost called her Helen, again.
Every lie brings them closer together.
Keep those entries coming :)
Perhaps I should have said one entry per person, but I didn't, so hey.
I win, is likely not true.
To be or not. Man dies.
Multiple entries? No! Far too tired.
Wife shopping. Husband bedding neighbour's daughter.
Boss found your blog: you're fired.
"More tea, Vicar?" asked the crocodile.
Wolves got your grandmother. You're rich.
Plop. Sadness of an empty cone.
Grasshoppers struggling to conduct summer sound
Found lump that morning. Ditched him.
‘So sorry, bloods came back positive.’
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