Monday, 5 October 2009

IT'S COMPETITION TIME. AGAIN.

Before I disappear for a while, just time for a little competition. Back by popular demand, the format is the same: You have to write the best six-word story. Five words will be regarded as woefully short, seven as a rambling epic. HERE are a few examples.

And the prize? A signed copy of Lisa Glass’s debut novel, Prince Rupert’s Teardrop.

You can post entries in the comments section below, or for more anonymity (though this will be shattered in a fanfare of national hysteria should you win) email them to tomvowler at hotmail dot com. Judging will take place X-Factor style and the winner announced when I’m back in the land of the interweb.

Closing date is 31st October. Entry is free. Terms and conditions don’t apply. Good luck.

22 comments:

bingol said...

Experienced sniper needed. DC area. Beckfan1776@yahoo.com.

TOM J VOWLER said...

Thanks for kicking things off, bingol. I like it. Hasn't Bush left, though? ;)

bingol said...

That's 'Beckfan' as in Glen Beck, and 1776 as in 'Tea Baggers' as in 'people who carry assault weapons to town hall meetings.' Not sure how much of that translates across the ocean; very little, I hope, for your sake!

Barb said...

Nuclear warhead initiating sequence. The end.

Gordon Collins said...

Acrostics, really economical, nevertheless obnoxiously terminate.

Al Milton said...

Wine flowed. He came. She didn't.

Vanessa Gebbie said...

Cuthbert lived then Cutherbert died. End.

Vanessa Gebbie said...

Bleedin typing: meant to say

'Cuthbert lived then Cuthbert died. End.'

Anonymous said...

Mary had a little lamb... delicious!

ice blue said...

Phone rings, connects - yelled obscenities, disconnects.

Martin Reed said...

No kisses, she warned, lace slipping.

Anonymous said...

'Well, prince, so...' the lead broke.

Claudia said...

Lost glasses? Call me to claim.

Marisa Birns said...

Fava beans and Chianti? Sure. Thanks.

TOM J VOWLER said...

Loving these. Keep em coming.

Lisa said...

Melancholy giant spider seeks giant fly.

(Clearly I am disqualified, but still...)

Lauri Kubuitsile said...

Cake. Check. Dress. Check. Groom? Groom?

TOM J VOWLER said...

Yes, Lisa, we are not allowed to enter...but here's mine anyway:

Hitchhiker, sighing, writes on card: 'Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch.'

andewallscametumblindown said...

Mummy, what does adoption certificate mean? ~Miriam

E.M. Hammer said...

"Ah Love."
"She's Mine."
"Not anymore."

I've been showing that off to my students for a long time. Always wanted to enter it into a professional thing.

Anonymous said...

Ship sinks. Thousands die. Iceberg unscathed.

Alex Cox said...

Bride wanted. Size sixteen. Available November.