This weekend's writing contest produced an entry that delighted me. It's not quite a story, it doesn't quite use the words, it breaks every rule in the contest... and it's glorious. It's a perfect example of "you can break every rule in the book if you do it well enough." This is exactly the kind of writer I keep my eyeball on.
A howl in the air, resistance of wind as split by marsh’s shrieking reed,
enough to deafen skeptic ear and cause the cynic to believe.
Crashing cymbals of tombac on, on and after ozone flash
that lights the dance of evil’s imps on barrow that is home and cache.
For my soul, I had never gone, forgotten object to retrieve
the night that reason itself died, and Pan renewed his ancient creed.
JDH if you'll email me (and endure my wrath for NOT having your email listed on your blog or your bio) I'll send you a book of your choosing.