Monday, October 01, 2018

Preliminary contest results-FINAL

Contest results are a tad sparse today, sorry about that.
I've been petting the Duchess of Yowl, and reading the new Bob Woodward book. Both are compelling, but each in their own way.


Herewith the results:
 
Special recognition for two lines that have real zing:
SDC
Falling out of love was predictable. It always started with a list: duct tape, gloves, rags, hydrogen peroxide…

Here are the entries that resonated with me:
Timothy Lowe
“Plum me.”

Tabitha reached into the icebox and hurled a piece of fruit in William’s direction. It slapped his open palm.

“Good toss.”

“Fuck off. You need to tell her. Tonight.”

“No way.” He gathered his pants from around his ankles. “Mrs. Williams would be crushed.”

“Then when?”

“After I apologize.” He scrawled a few words, fingertips sticky with black juice.

“Of all the - ” she fumed, reading his slanted script. “You’re apologizing . . . for eating the plum?”

He shrugged. “It was the last one.”

“Some fucking poet.”
“Hey, at least it’s got stanzas. Last time I published my grocery list.”

This entry requires the reader know the poetry canon, specifically William Carlos Williams' work. I had to dig around to find "two pendants for ears" the poem with the grocery list, but I'm always up for poetry research.


Nliu
'He's had a fall.’
She focussed on the tips of the nurse’s spring yellow nails. 'Ernie’ll... be okay, right?’
Ernie called her spring chicken. She let him. Naturally. Unless his daughter was there - too tactless.
‘I'm afraid he’s broken his hip.’
She pictured that miniature plummet,knew exactly where. The listing paving stone, where she'd stamped her Jimmy Choos when the concrete was wet. That slant, sly as his eyes when they’d first met.
Geriatrics don't survive broken hips, she told herself in the Jag, later.
Sobbing for that nurse had been draining.
It was hard being a gold-digger sometimes.


 That nice little twist in those last two lines really got me.
Then, when I went back to re-read, I noticed the line about stamping the listing paving stone, and I wondered if she'd stamped it so it listed MORE, thus causing the fall.  Little ambiguities like that, that make your reader wonder, those are just lovely.


Steve Forti
Me: I give up. You’d thing I was trying to feed him offal.
L: I st
ruggled with him all day. It’s your turn to figure it out.
Me: Come on buddy, you need these prunes. Much as I appreciate the clean diapers, you gotta poop, pal! Open up, please?
L: You think I didn’t already try begging? Amateur. Just face it – my mom was right. The little guy’s got a condition.
Me: Which i
s?
L: Anti-plum.
Me: T
hat’s not a real thing!
L (with a shrug): It is to him. You ain’t gonna win an argument with a baby. 

Well, of course, Steve Forti is always an interesting read, first for what he does with prompt words. This entry was no exception. But Mr. Forti must meet a higher standard than most of the other writers here; a handicap like that given to standard bred trotters to even the odds.

In this entry it's that last line. It's funny and clever up to that point, then wham: wisdom.



Mallory Love
“Listen,” she started her slurred confession. She always swayed as if she were tipsy when the morphine hit her bloodstream. “I stole it. All of it. My windfall wasn’t because of some loaded dead relative. I have to make it right.” She sucked in a breath. “I need to return it, before I…before the end.”

I nodded empathetically. She needed to rest. I shushed her while making the injection. Her heart rate plummeted. It wouldn’t be long now. I scribbled her slanted signature on the DNR. Her secret was safe with me. So was the money.

This whole story appeals to my evil nature.

Brigid is giving Mr. Forti a run for the Steve Forti deft use of prompt words award this time!
Elle barely listened. “I’m sorry, Lannie, I’m going out.”

By the looks of it, she was going far. That dress.
Her chignon hid her neon tips entirely, and she was dabbing crème céleste over her telecom scar.

“Solferino's not your usual shade. And is that a
plum—?”

“Met
a guy.”

“Oooh.”

“He's marvelou
s, Lan, too marvelous for words. To keep him, I'll have to be showstopping.”

“Where are you going?”

She pinned her last curl and stepped into the whirring NEXUS. “I
f all goes well, not The Ford’s Theatre.”

Lannie shouted, but the curtain fell.

Lovely use of prompt words here.
And I love the use of NEXUS as the time travel machine.

Tara Tyler
Sweet Plum met her fate and was missed
In a fall from a cart which did list
It slanted and tipped
The farmer, he tripped
Now he’s a purple-tailed agriculturalist!
I'm a sucker for a clever poem of course, and "purple-tailed agriculturalist" is my new favorite phrase.



Catherine Graham
He scrabbled through the tall grass under the slanting trees, feeling for the round firm falls, bruised from their plummet to earth, but could find nothing.

He found them on the way home. His brother held one out to his sheep—by the knuckles, to avoid bitten fingertips.

“Seriously? Again? I told you.”

His brother frowned. “They were getting mushy. You couldn’t possibly use them.”

“We stew them, feed them to Enoch.”

“You feed apples to your baby? Seriously? After what happened to Mom and Dad?”

He huffed. “Listen. Keep your mitts off my apples, Abel. Or else.”
 This depends on the reader know who Enoch is. And Abel. It's subtle and clever.

John Davis (manuscript) Frain
Soon as I saw the contest posting, I sent him tickets. Weekend getaway. No wifi. No phones. Commune with nature.

Finally, an opening. I labored over my wordplay. Edited. Polished. Proofed. Ready to submit.

Then I saw it. My heart plummeted on cue. He’d already entered. Hope had fallen to zero.

I gathered my writing team in the lower forty.

“Check the blacklist,” I said to my assistant. “Which direction does he live?”

“He’s north by northwest from where you’re standing, sir.”

I turned fifteen degrees. Tipped my cap. Slanted my head. We all solemnly bowed in Forti’s general direction.

This just cracked me up completely.

Richelle Elberg
Fall brought the miserable diagnosis.

She started a bucket list. As few as four—as many as ten!—months. How was a dying woman to plan? Infuriating.

In the end, just one idea made her tingle, right to the tips of her toes.

Day 30 AC (after cancer, as few as three—as many as nine!—months left).

She climbed the sharp slant of the arch. At the apex, she smiled. The Bloukrans River sparkled 700 feet below.

Geared up, she plummeted. Five long— Exhilarating! Life-altering! —seconds.

Crack!

Bungee severed.

As few as 1—as many as 2!—seconds.
 I love the twist here (so to speak!), the surprise.


Michael Seese
The World War I flying ace cradled the controls, fighting to maintain the dance. His trusty Sopwith Camel spat black blood as she slanted earthward. Pulling hard, he regained altitude. But hope exploded with the engine, and the Camel plummeted, her graceless fall ending in a ball of flame.

Outside the fourth wall, the bespectacled man chewed his pencil, its once-sharp tip a nub, then breathed a sigh of mixed relief.

That’s how we end it.”

God had seen enough.

“Listen, Chuck, I totally get the ‘My creation’ thing. But I’m exercising My right to veto. You
can’t kill Snoopy.”

 Any story with Snoopy, God AND the Sopwith Camel is just plain terrific!


AmyJohnson
They called me “Slant” every stinking day. Jerks! So what if my left three legs are a micrometer shorter than my right three?

I’d been expelled from the colony after dismal performance reviews. The harder and faster I worked, the more I spun in circles. So, I became a rogue among rogues.

The fall rains came earlier than expected. Everyone scurried for higher ground. I concentrated on going straight. But growing listless, I unintentionally veered left. Just in time. The others didn’t realize they’d reached the tip of the hill. Full speed ahead, they plummeted.

Nobody’s calling me “Slant” now.
This is even funnier when you realize that it's first person ant. I had to look up how many legs an ant has to be sure.


 flashfriday
Found out tonight my baby’s one of the fallen ones. Though tbh I don’t know exactly what she did, she won’t tell me.

I ask her, What’d you do?

(Not so much fallen as plummeted.)

Sometimes her skirt’s too short, maybe that’s it.

Or too much smiling. Smile all the time, people get ideas, that’s how it works.

I ask her, Were you tipsy?

Her long-lashed eyes slant over at me, daring me to ask twice.

(Too much mascara?)

The tech pulls a checklist out of the rape kit and gets to work.

Guess I’ll never know what she did.
The unusual point of view here, that's the compelling thing.
The character you loathe, but somehow still have sympathy for.
This is masterful, subtle writing. (no surprise, given the author)

Daniel Steffee
My insides plummet.

We're at Dina’s Diner, number one on Seattle Times’ list of best brunch spots and where I've just seen a ghost.

Sort of.

“It's the waitress,” I tell Robert, “We dated.”

“Recently?”

“When we were kids. I don't think she recognizes me. Do I say something? God, what do I tip? How much to make up for-”

“Shush,” Robert says, adjusting my slanted glasses. “It wasn't your fault.”

“How-”

“Whatever it was. I know you better than you think.”

I smile back at my ghostbuster, the only man--only person--I’ve ever fallen for.
 Lovely twist on the word ghostbuster.
Those kinds of twists always delight me.



Kate Outhwaite
Notes to self:

1. If Client’s list of stipulations exceeds one side of paper (double-spaced), reject and refer - preferably to someone you don’t like. (I’m thinking Julie, the treacherous hag.)

2. If any stipulations mention
fallen angels, dogs of war, horsemen, apocalypses etc., then Client’s worldview may be slanted away from full respect for your dignity at work/personal wellbeing/life. Reject and refer. (Julie again, hah!).

3. If, in course of delivering assignment to Client, you have to choose between
plummeting to fiery death in pit below and grabbing rope ladder dangled by Julie, don’t automatically dismiss the pit.

This just cracked me up completely. Gorgeous deft writing (again, no surprise given the writer) 


Final results at 5pm (she said bravely, knowing she's missed a deadline or two already today)
later this evening! (yea, I knew I shouldn't have said 5pm when I was making phone calls!)


 Either I can't tell time, or I'm in a very weird time zone, cause my clock says close to 2am, not 5pm.
And Tuesday.


I really admire all these entries. But somehow it was Richelle Elberg who really hit me this week. The "ya never know" element of that story really resonated.

Richelle, get in touch and I'll send you a prize!

Thanks to everyone who took the time to write and enter this week. I had a lot of fun reading your work.

The Duchess of Yowl however, she's still Not Amused. (Tuna will alleviate her suffering!)

37 comments:

Timothy Lowe said...

Honored to have my work among these fine folks, even though Janet snipped my last line (I swear I used 'list'!). I have to say, when I saw Seese's entry, I fell in love. All of these are brilliant, though. Don't envy Janet's choice...

Lennon Faris said...

These are all great! Michael Seese's made me really laugh. Others were brilliant as well.

Not on the list - CynthiaMc's I loved. Two kids with disabilities achieving the impossible! I loved how the disabilities clearly affected them, but the guy was so confident he was even able to joke about it. Made me want to meet the characters.

Well done, all!

Beth Carpenter said...

Wow!

Janet Reid said...

ACK!
yes, your entry was truncated Timothy Lowe
Sorry about that!
(fixed now)

Amy Johnson said...

Thank you, Janet.

Congratulations to all. Such fun reading the stories!

Claire Bobrow said...

I had a lot of fun reading the entries. Great work, all!

The ones that really grabbed me are: Timothy, Richelle, and Michael.

KDJames said...

These were all so good, I can't pick one. Both Timothy Lowe and John (MS) Frain cracked me up. Richelle Elberg's was so clever. Michael Seese's made me grateful for editors! Well, I could go on and on. I was surprised not to see the entry by Just Jan as a finalist. That one made me cry.

I still struggle with these contests, but they are SO helpful as an exercise in cutting away the flab in my writing. Thanks for continuing to offer them, Janet.

Richelle Elberg said...

Thank you Janet, and congrats to all! Fine work, as always.

John Davis Frain said...

Truth be told, I had an entry ready for submission till I saw that Mr. Forti had landed the equivalent of figure skating's triple axel--combining THREE prompt words. SLANTIPLUMMET all in a row. I can't even imagine the Scrabble score.

Soon as I saw what he'd done, I said NOPE.

And ... and ... and ... and ... my original entry? It was all centered around the Duchess of Yowl. Yeah, yeah, it was about a cat who ... um ... breaks into a .... uh ... um ... bank-- no, an animal shelter. Yeah, break into an animal shelter and attacks--no, not attacks ... um, frees all the animals. Yeah, yeah, DoY frees all the animals trapped in the shelter and they proclaim her Katniss--no, wait, that's already been done ... they make her a tiara out of catnip.

Yep, that was my original story, but the word plummet never meshed with DoY, so I had to abandon it and go the Bow-to-Steve route.

All of that is somewhat based on a mostly true account.

Mallory Love said...

I'm also honored to be among the finalists (so many excellent writers among this group). Michael Seese's was brilliant and it had Snoopy, so it gets my vote. I also loved John Frain's. CynthiaMc's and Where There's a Quill stuck out to me, too. Loved those as well. Congrats to all the finalists.

Just Jan said...

Ooh, these are all so good! No wonder Janet hasn't posted a winner yet. Congratulations to all the finalists and good luck!

Karen McCoy said...

My vote is for Amy Johnson's ant.

Don't envy the choice you have to make, though!

BrendaLynn said...

I love Slant the Ant but I must vote for flashfriday. My reaction to the story was instinctual. I hated the narrator and forgot for a moment that I was being played. All in 100 words. My hat is off to you ff.

Writer of Wrongs said...

Congrats, Richelle! That was one of my favorites - although I certainly don’t envy QOTKU having to choose, because there were so many compelling entries. Well done to all!

french sojourn said...


Congrats, Richelle. Very nice work, enjoy the well deserved win. Cheers

CynthiaMc said...

Congratulations, Richelle!

Lennon and Mallory, thank you for your kind words.

John Frain - still laughing. Loved it.

Marie McKay said...

Well done Richelle. It's such a good story. Congrats to all mentioned. Thanks Janet for the time you take to do these competitions.

Amy Johnson said...

Congratulations, Richelle I, too, liked the "ya never know" element. After reading, I thought, Wait, did she? Let me read it again. Nice job! I went with a fall color scheme for your party. Hope you like it.

Thanks again, Janet. Your screenshot cracked me up. I'm reminded of the diversity of knowledge and experience we have here (which we bring to our stories). I know a little something about insects, but I'd have no idea how to use the NYC subway system.

Thanks, Karen and BrendaLynn. Very nice of you to say.

Steve Forti said...

Congrats Richelle. Loved that entry.

And John, I'm honored. Have to remember that and try to weed out even more competition next time.

NLiu said...

Congrats Richelle!

And thanks to Steve Forti. Read your story aloud at the dinner table and my three year old (who likes to refer to herself in the second person) shouted, 'YOU want some plums!' Priceless.

Thanks so much Janet for putting my story in with the finalists on my first ever writing competition! You made me so happy. Hope you can get some sleep now!

Ashes said...

I missed the window to enter because of some new distraction-blocking software I'm using to carve out writing time. :/

I was surely outdone anyway! Congrats Richelle, loved that twist.

I also loved Nliu's entry, the golddigger line really stuck with me.

Kregger said...

Congrats to all finalists and in particular to Richelle!
Mighty fine work out there. I don't envy our Queen in deciding the winner, but now I have a few more books at the library to look into.

Claire Bobrow said...

Congratulations, Richelle!

Richelle Elberg said...

Thanks all, and again, Janet! What a nice surprise to wake to--20 minutes out of bed and it's already a great day!

I personally thought flashfriday would take it. The subtlety there was impressive, nice job!

I really love these contests and the diversity of entries that come from the same 5 prompt words. :)

Richelle Elberg said...

p.s. It's an absolutely beautiful morning here in New Mexico, the sun peeking through scattered clouds and mist shrouding the pecan orchards in the valley. As few as 20--as many as 50!--years to write that novel that actually sells.... ;)

Karen McCoy said...

Congrats, Richelle!

Catherine Graham said...

Congratulations, Richelle! It's brilliant. :)

I'm honored to have made it to the final cut this time. Made my night. Still makes my morning.

Lisa Bodenheim said...

Congrats, Richelle! It was great fun reading through these stories.

John Davis Frain said...

As few as one, as many as a dozen high fives to you, Richelle. Nicely done.

Julie Weathers said...

These were all great as usual. I admire so much people who can write great flash fiction.

I agree, Richelle stood out to me in some truly stellar offerings. What a great twist.

Brigid said...

Oh my goodness, thank you! What a delight to be among the finalists. This week's entries were a treat to read.

Congratulations, Richelle!

Tara Tyler R said...

Congrats Richelle!
So many great entries!
Thanks for the honorable mention--it's been a while, but I love playing.

Michael Seese said...

Great entry, Richelle. A well deserved win.

Sherin Nicole said...

Such a great story. Yay, Richelle!

flashfriday said...

Congrats, Richelle! absolutely adored your counting motif, which added such tragic & poetic irony to your story. Just awesome.

Thanks to all for your kind words on my wretched story too. I'm grateful as ever for this extraordinary opportunity to practice saying a lot with very little. Perhaps the U.S. Congress could do with a round or two under the Queen's sharky tutelage...!

K OCD said...

Congrats, Richelle!

Kate Outhwaite said...

It’s beeen one of those weeks for me so I am a bit tardy with offering my congratulations to Richelle (plus my thanks for providing more grist to my entirely irrational “why would anyone want to bungee jump?” mental mill!)

As always, thanks to Janet for organising the contest and to all participants for sharing their ever-varied takes on the prompt words! The variety and quality never cease to impress.