While I deal with the sudden loss of free Internet at my apartment, I am sending out a call for guest submissions. Or in other words, a story contest. The theme for this one is: "What is the deal with the kid in this photo?" I found this picture at a flea market and liked the looks of it, though it kind of creeps me out as well. Any forms of writing are fair game: short stories, anecdotal flashbacks to childhood, limericks, what have you. Send entries to mossby at gmail.com, or just post them as a comment. You may use your real name or a nom de plume. Totally up to you.
17 October 2006
writing contest
While I deal with the sudden loss of free Internet at my apartment, I am sending out a call for guest submissions. Or in other words, a story contest. The theme for this one is: "What is the deal with the kid in this photo?" I found this picture at a flea market and liked the looks of it, though it kind of creeps me out as well. Any forms of writing are fair game: short stories, anecdotal flashbacks to childhood, limericks, what have you. Send entries to mossby at gmail.com, or just post them as a comment. You may use your real name or a nom de plume. Totally up to you.
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6 comments:
*gasp!* A contest! But do we agree with such encouragement of neo-liberal competitiveness?
(seriously, does the winner get a prize? no risk, no fun!)
well I thought the prize was self-evident: tons of exposure to and fame amongst the blog-reading community. But if you need material incentive, let's see...okay...yes. The prize for this year's caption/story contest will be:
1 (one) copy of the 2007 Bichelmeyer Meats calendar, as well as several sticks of ho-made beef jerky from Bichelmeyers Meats
(jerky not available to those outside the KC Metro area)
For further details, contact blogger authorities.
there are culinary delicacies that the european mind can not fathom...homemade jerky is in fact such an item
i think its fairly evident..
theres alotta people on the internet waitin' to die.
i thought it was a relative.
a grandpa maybe.
i think this is a picture of the body that provided your soul. see book 15 of ovid's metamorphoses.
you found yourself in 1912...
that will be the first line of my submission.
see you at thanksgiving my friend.
ralph waldo bojangles
you found yourself in 1912
in small white shoes
a small white town
and everything you loved
was nowhere to be found
on halloween
nothing now to do but laugh
lean back and hold
a small hand out
for kisses or candy
or something else
on halloween in 1912
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