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Annual contest for the worst opening sentence to a novel
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| contest: Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest | |
| description: >- | |
| Annual contest for the worst opening sentence to a novel, sponsored by the | |
| English Department of San Jose State University (1982-2024) | |
| sources: | |
| - 'https://www.bulwer-lytton.com/winners' | |
| - 'https://web.archive.org/web/2007/http://www.bulwer-lytton.com/lyttony.htm' | |
| - 'https://web.archive.org/web/19970411023353/http://www.bulwer-lytton.com/' | |
| - 'https://web.archive.org/web/19980202/http://www.bulwer-lytton.com/latest.htm' | |
| - 'https://web.archive.org/web/19990208011910/http://www.bulwer-lytton.com/pr1998.htm' | |
| - 'https://web.archive.org/web/*/http://www.bulwer-lytton.com/*win.html' | |
| - 'https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bulwer-Lytton_Fiction_Contest' | |
| winners: | |
| '1983': | |
| - category: Grand Prize | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Gail Cain | |
| location: 'San Francisco, California' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The camel died quite suddenly on the second day, and Selena fretted | |
| sulkily and, buffing her already impeccable nails--not for the first | |
| time since the journey began--pondered snidely if this would dissolve | |
| into a vignette of minor inconveniences like all the other holidays | |
| spent with Basil. | |
| '1984': | |
| - category: Grand Prize | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Steven Garman | |
| location: 'Pensacola, Florida' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The lovely woman-child Kaa was mercilessly chained to the cruel post of | |
| the warrior-chief Beast, with his barbarous tribe now stacking wood at | |
| her nubile feet, when the strong, clear voice of the poetic and heroic | |
| Handsomas roared, "Flick your Bic, crisp that chick, and you'll feel my | |
| steel through your last meal." | |
| '1985': | |
| - category: Grand Prize | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Martha Simpson | |
| location: 'Glastonbury, Connecticut' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The countdown had stalled at T minus 69 seconds when Desiree, the first | |
| female ape to go up in space, winked at me slyly and pouted her thick, | |
| rubbery lips unmistakably--the first of many such advances during what | |
| would prove to be the longest, and most memorable, space voyage of my | |
| career. | |
| '1986': | |
| - category: Grand Prize | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Patricia E. Presutti | |
| location: 'Lewiston, New York' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The bone-chilling scream split the warm summer night in two, the first | |
| half being before the scream when it was fairly balmy and calm and | |
| pleasant for those who hadn't heard the scream at all, but not calm or | |
| balmy or even very nice for those who did hear the scream, discounting | |
| the little period of time during the actual scream itself when your ears | |
| might have been hearing it but your brain wasn't reacting yet to let you | |
| know. | |
| '1987': | |
| - category: Grand Prize | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Sheila B. Richter | |
| location: 'Minneapolis, Minnesota' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The notes blatted skyward as the sun rose over the Canada geese, | |
| feathered rumps mooning the day, webbed appendages frantically peddling | |
| unseen bicycles in their search for sustenance, driven by Nature's | |
| maxim, "Ya wanna eat, ya gotta work," and at last I knew Pittsburgh. | |
| '1988': | |
| - category: Grand Prize | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Rachel E. Sheeley | |
| location: 'Williamsburg, Indiana' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Like an expensive sports car, fine-tuned and well-built, Portia was | |
| sleek, shapely, and gorgeous, her red jumpsuit molding her body, which | |
| was as warm as the seatcovers in July, her hair as dark as new tires, | |
| her eyes flashing like bright hubcaps, and her lips as dewy as the beads | |
| of fresh rain on the hood; she was a woman driven--fueled by a single | |
| accelerant--and she needed a man, a man who wouldn't shift from his | |
| views, a man to steer her along the right road, a man like Alf Romeo. | |
| '1989': | |
| - category: Grand Prize | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Ray C. Gainey | |
| location: 'Indianapolis, Indiana' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Professor Frobisher couldn't believe he had missed seeing it for so | |
| long--it was, after all, right there under his nose--but in all his | |
| years of research into the intricate and mysterious ways of the | |
| universe, he had never noticed that the freckles on his upper lip, just | |
| below and to the left of the nostril, partially hidden until now by a | |
| hairy mole he had just removed a week before, exactly matched the | |
| pattern of the stars in the Pleides, down to the angry red zit that had | |
| just popped up where he and his colleagues had only today discovered an | |
| exploding nova. | |
| '1990': | |
| - category: Grand Prize | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Linda Vernon | |
| location: 'Newark, California' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Dolores breezed along the surface of her life like a flat stone forever | |
| skipping across smooth water, rippling reality sporadically but | |
| oblivious to it consistently, until she finally lost momentum, sank, and | |
| due to an overdose of fluoride as a child which caused her to lie | |
| forever on the floor of her life as useless as an appendix and as lonely | |
| as a five-hundred-pound barbell in a steroid-free fitness center. | |
| '1991': | |
| - category: Grand Prize | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Judy Frazier | |
| location: 'Lathrop, Missouri' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Sultry it was and humid, but no whisper of air caused the plump, laden | |
| spears of golden grain to nod their burdened heads as they unheedingly | |
| awaited the cyclic rape of their gleaming treasure, while overhead the | |
| burning orb of luminescence ascended its ever-upward path toward a | |
| sweltering celestial apex, for although it is not in Kansas that our | |
| story takes place, it looks godawful like it. | |
| '1992': | |
| - category: Grand Prize | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Laurel Fortuner | |
| location: 'Montendre, France' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As the newest Lady Turnpot descended into the kitchen wrapped only in | |
| her celery-green dressing gown, her creamy bosom rising and falling like | |
| a temperamental souffle, her tart mouth pursed in distaste, the | |
| sous-chef whispered to the scullery boy, "I don't know what to make of | |
| her." | |
| '1993': | |
| - category: Grand Prize | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Wm. W. "Buddy" Ocheltree | |
| location: 'Port Townsend, Washington' | |
| quote: >- | |
| She wasn't really my type, a hard-looking but untalented reporter from | |
| the local cat box liner, but the first second that the third-rate | |
| representative of the fourth estate cracked open a new fifth of old | |
| Scotch, my sixth sense said seventh heaven was as close as an eighth | |
| note from Beethoven's Ninth Symphony, so, nervous as a tenth grader | |
| drowning in eleventh-hour cramming for a physics exam, I swept her into | |
| my longing arms, and, humming "The Twelfth of Never," I got lucky on | |
| Friday the thirteenth. | |
| '1994': | |
| - category: Grand Prize | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Larry Brill | |
| location: 'Austin, Texas' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As the fading light of a dying day filtered through the window blinds, | |
| Roger stood over his victim with a smoking .45, surprised at the | |
| serenity that filled him after pumping six slugs into the bloodless | |
| tyrant that mocked him day after day, and then he shuffled out of the | |
| office with one last look back at the shattered computer terminal lying | |
| there like a silicon armadillo left to rot on the information | |
| superhighway. | |
| '1995': | |
| - category: Grand Prize | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: John L. Ashman | |
| location: 'Houston, Texas' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Paul Revere had just discovered that someone in Boston was a spy for the | |
| British, and when he saw the young woman believed to be the spy's | |
| girlfriend in an Italian restaurant he said to the waiter, "Hold the | |
| spumoni--I'm going to follow the chick an' catch a Tory." | |
| '1996': | |
| - category: Grand Prize | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Janice Estey | |
| location: 'Aspen, Colorado' | |
| quote: >- | |
| "Ace, watch your head!" hissed Wanda urgently, yet somehow | |
| provocatively, through red, full, sensuous lips, but he couldn't you | |
| know, since nobody can actually watch more than part of his nose or a | |
| little cheek or lips if he really tries, but he appreciated her warning. | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Albert Klar Ogden | |
| location: 'Stansbury Park, Utah' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Ulysses Simpson Grant, having just finished a meal of Virginia ham, | |
| stretched out in his underwear of Mississippi-grown cotton, puffed on a | |
| Georgia cigar, swilled straight Kentucky bourbon whiskey, and thought | |
| how good it was to be in the Union Army. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Vince Atkins | |
| location: Seattle | |
| quote: >- | |
| Buffy Goldsmith, emptying the last three rounds from the smoking | |
| Parabellum nine-millimeter at the pursuing KGB operatives, reached into | |
| her Kevlar standard-issue Model PK-38D brassiere for the disk of winning | |
| lottery numbers with the intention of flinging it into the murky waters | |
| of the Seine, only to remember she had left it under Uncle Arthur's | |
| yarmulke at the kibbutz. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: D. J. Pass | |
| location: 'Prospect, Nova Scotia' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The flash of lightning startled her, making her breasts heave, and in | |
| that instant of white light she thought of how M____, her young lover | |
| from the estate's cheese works, had so marveled at the creamy globes so | |
| delicately laced with blue veins that he had called the one Bleu and the | |
| other Stilton, and she reflected that she would never hear those sweet | |
| words again--at least not in that context, for come tomorrow she would | |
| be Lady Vile-Conundrum. | |
| - category: Urban Realism | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Michael Davies | |
| location: 'Mississauga, Ontario' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The city at night has a million stories, like the woman who, even now, | |
| was weeping over the bloody corpse of her lover lying where she had | |
| slashed him from neck to kneecap, or the twelve-year-old kid prostrate | |
| on the sidewalk after a drug deal gone wrong, or the babe, desperate to | |
| find the stuff that stopped your dress from sticking to your legs after | |
| you ironed it and couldn't find a convenience store at this black hour | |
| in a city without a name. | |
| - category: Rural Realism | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Marsha Engelbrecht | |
| location: 'Castaic, California' | |
| quote: >- | |
| From the dilapidated porch, Hoover "Hoo-Boy" Hogwattle squinted at the | |
| ducks scattered across the oily surface of the pond like the blackheads | |
| across Cousin Joe-Bob's nose, and, spitting tobacco juice and scratching | |
| incessantly, wished that Maw had remembered to use that new downy-fresh | |
| fabric softener on the pink lace bra and panties he was wearing under | |
| his grimy overalls. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Michael Cunningham | |
| location: 'Woodridge, Illinois' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was a hot as a jalapeno outside, the smog hung in the air like bits | |
| of pepper on three-day-old cottage cheese, and the Condiment Police, | |
| after extricating themselves from one pickle after another, were running | |
| late in their effort to ketchup with a bag egg named Sal Sodium who was | |
| armed to the teeth and who was stalking a gorgeous tomato for the | |
| twenty-four carrots on her finger, so they slipped into their flack | |
| jackets with relish before moving in on a salt with a deadly weapon. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Linda Gauer | |
| location: 'Norton, Ohio' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Nigel lifted his Mont Blanc pen and held it in brief repose as he gazed | |
| past the conflagrative crackling in the hearth, through the triple-plate | |
| bay window, watching the incandescence of the twinkling stars like the | |
| detonation of a million flashbulbs, and the preponderance of frothy | |
| snowflakes blanketing the earth as creamily as marshmallow fluff, then, | |
| refreshed and inspired, he began to compose his annual Christmas form | |
| letter. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Barbara S. Combs | |
| location: 'Seattle, Washington' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Tess was a fallen angel with a heart as big and as golden as all | |
| outdoors; a heart as big as all outdoors and all indoors; a heart as big | |
| as a solarium, which is a room that is like outdoors but indoors; unlike | |
| one of those bump-out kitchen greenhouse windows, which is neither. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: John L. Ashman | |
| location: 'Houston, Texas' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Because the Indians of the high Andes were believed to have little sense | |
| of humor, Professor Juan Lyner was amazed to hear this knee-slapper that | |
| apparently had been around for centuries at all the Inca hot spots: | |
| "Llama ask you this. Guanaco on a picnic? Alpaca lunch." | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Anthony Buckland | |
| location: 'Vancouver, British Columbia' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Baron Frankenstein looked up from his sewing, smiled benignly across the | |
| laboratory at his similarly-engaged creation and protege, and called, | |
| "Yes, yes! Put on a happy face; tonight will be your first date with the | |
| rest of your wife!" | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Becky Mushko | |
| location: 'Roanoke, Virginia' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Following the unfortunate bucking of his horse when it was startled by | |
| the posse's shots, Tex--who now lay in a disheveled heap in the | |
| sagebrush--pushed back his sweat-stained Stetson from one deep-set blue | |
| eye, spat a stream of tobacco juice at the nearest cactus, and reflected | |
| momentarily that the men approaching him with ropes probably weren't | |
| just out for a skip, and--if they were--his freshly broken ankle would | |
| have to cause him to decline any entreaties to join them. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Tom W. Glaser | |
| location: 'Hollywood, Florida' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The disillusionment of the members of the inner-city Boys' Club with | |
| their trip to the country began when they discovered that a hoe-down | |
| wasn't what they thought it would be. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: David N. Fittinghof | |
| location: 'Tracy, California' | |
| quote: >- | |
| When the sound of Big Ben chiming the hour of the rosy-fingered dawn | |
| struck my straining ears like a fire alarm, I threw the glockenspiel at | |
| the haberdasher and ran for the door, never looking back to see if the | |
| foul devil's spawn was giving chase through the impenetrably thick--and | |
| terribly clammy--fog that clung to me like a sodden woolen suit, slowing | |
| my flight to a crawl as interminable as this sentence. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Karen Mulholland | |
| location: '' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As she turned her grimy, tear-streaked face toward the window, quiet | |
| sobs still shook the child's frail body, and her voice had the tone of | |
| one whose life has been a continuing chronicle of deprivation and | |
| disappointed hopes as she said plaintively, "How come we can't stop at | |
| the Seven-Eleven and get a slushy? I want a cherry slushy . . ." | |
| '1997': | |
| - category: Grand Prize | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Artie Kalemeris | |
| location: 'Fairfax, Virginia' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The moment he laid eyes on the lifeless body of the nude socialite | |
| sprawled across the bathroom floor, Detective Leary knew she had | |
| committed suicide by grasping the cap on the tamper-proof bottle, | |
| pushing down and twisting while she kept her thumb firmly pressed | |
| against the spot the arrow pointed to, until she hit the exact spot | |
| where the tab clicks into place, allowing her to remove the cap and | |
| swallow the entire contents of the bottle, thus ending her life. | |
| - category: Grand Prize | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Dan Rubin | |
| location: 'Prince Rupert, British Columbia' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It all started when that rich SOB John Paul Getty commissioned me to | |
| create the world's largest ice sculpture, not that I didn't realize the | |
| challenges involved, but it wasn't until months later when the iceberg, | |
| carved into the shape of a mammoth voluptuous nude, hove into view off | |
| Newfoundland that the uproar started, and even later, after the | |
| interviews in People Magazine and my appearance on Oprah, that I was | |
| forced to concede defeat and hire the Knitter's League, who were still | |
| crocheting away as my rapidly melting masterpiece was towed into New | |
| York harbor, the six hundred and sixty-six knitters still desperately | |
| looping lengths of videotape, linkin' Getty's berg a dress. | |
| - category: Fantasy | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: J. N. Pechota | |
| location: 'Dulzura, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Prince Oryza's determined, handsome countenance was reflected in the | |
| gleaming, polished steel of his sword, Gowayoff, as he hewed valiantly | |
| at the armored sides of the dragon, which could only be pierced by | |
| gleaming, polished steel and not the regular kind of steel, which | |
| doesn't gleam as much, and isn't polished quite as well, but does a | |
| pretty good job against your smaller dragons. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Mary Clare | |
| location: 'Austin, TX' | |
| quote: HERE to vote for this page as a | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Chuck Myer | |
| location: 'Colfax, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Once upon a time, before men were boys, before guns were toys, and | |
| before music was noise, there was a dude ranch peopled by only the most | |
| virile of males, except for Mama, who had, of course, clasped each of | |
| them to her ample bosoms, and therein lies our story. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Jan Bundesen | |
| location: 'Duncraig, Western Australia' | |
| quote: >- | |
| He stood looking at her, seductively naked except for bra and a pair of | |
| pants, the smile on her face come-hitherish and inviting, but all he | |
| could think was, "Why are they called a pair of pants, much better | |
| English if it were a pair of bras and a pant?" | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Juliette Hughes | |
| location: 'Northcote, Victoria, Australia' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Veronica had had little experience of treachery when she first arrived | |
| in Paris, so when Jean-Luc left her in the Rive Gauche with only a Bic | |
| and a bock and a broken clock she was somewhat surprised. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Nick Bruechle | |
| location: 'Fremantle, Western Australia' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The breeze was as cool and biting as a Roger Whitaker hit song, | |
| whistling through the remaining shreds of her dress as easily as a prune | |
| passes through a colon, when Tony stepped up and solicitously put his | |
| jacket around her shoulders, saying "Here, let me break the wind for | |
| you." | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Mark Watson | |
| location: 'Cary, NC' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The love of her life, Cordelle Horstmussen, wasn't much to look at (he | |
| had sunken, bloodshot eyes that were unevenly spaced, differed in color, | |
| and--thank God--drew attention from his elfin ears and doubly cleft | |
| chin, and his complexion was sallow and dotted with pimply blackheads, | |
| so that it resembled month-old cottage cheese in the throes of a fungal | |
| blitzkrieg, and he walked with an uneven, duckfooted, and halting gait, | |
| like Charlie Chaplin with a case of bleeding piles), but he made her | |
| laugh, and now that she realized why, she planned to dump him like a | |
| truckload of chicken entrails. | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Robert D. Stottle | |
| location: 'Jr., Huntsville, AL' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The cells divided at an alarming rate as Dr. Bob gasped in amazement and | |
| told his lovely blond but intelligent assistant, "Eureka! this is really | |
| neat, a baby monster is now growing in our hi-tech, whiz-bang | |
| laboratory--I wonder if our hi-tech, whiz-bang containment field will | |
| contain this new, monstrous really ugly, man-eating being so it can't | |
| get out and destroy the world when it gets real big." | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Maggie Moris | |
| location: 'Woodbury, MN' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Captain Richard Probe stood toe-to-claw with the female alien on the | |
| bridge of his star ship as she aimed her laser gun at his navel, knowing | |
| full well as his eye-level gaze surveyed her three breasts, that in | |
| order to save his crew he needed to overcome the stirrings of his | |
| manhood, which was soon made easier by the realization that indeed his | |
| pants were only getting tighter because her laser was shrink wrapping | |
| his uniform. | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Richard Raymond III | |
| location: 'Roanoke, VA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| "Ah swearta God!" moaned Melody-Sue from the depths of her misery, | |
| staring glumly past that quivering, pulsating bulb of a belly, while her | |
| overstretched womb delivered an apparently endless stream of | |
| salamanderkins (sixty-seven? eighty-five? she had lost count) onto the | |
| growing heap of squirming sluglets between her outstretched knees, "if | |
| evah agayn let a Venusian Toad-Boy sweet-talk me inta lettin' him | |
| fraisshen mah drink with sqrzzl-root juice, New Year's party or no, ah | |
| oughta have mah haid examined!" | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Ernie Santilli | |
| location: 'Drexel Hill, PA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The crimson crushed-velvet dress--with the contrasting gold-piping, | |
| dainty hint of lace caressing sleeves' end, and scandalous neckline | |
| which plunged dramatically to just above the sterling belt buckle | |
| exposing yards of flesh--was tailored to cling seductively to every | |
| contour of the wearer's body, and Captain Kirk looked ridiculous in it. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Jan Wolitzky | |
| location: 'Madison, NJ' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was, presumably, Dr. Livingstone who emerged into the clearing from | |
| the dense rain forest beyond, although it was difficult to tell for | |
| certain just WHO it was beneath the layers of leeches clinging to his | |
| limbs, the spiders covering the surface of his sun helmet, the bounty of | |
| bugs on his body, and the multitude of mites crawling on everything from | |
| his Mont Blanc pen to his machete though, as he had recently employed | |
| the latter in hacking his way through the jungle while he had long | |
| abandoned his diary, the pen was somewhat mitier than the sword. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Bob Trapnell | |
| location: 'Huntsville, AL' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Howard lay benumbed in the shallow crevice where he had collapsed, | |
| encrusted with ice from the freezing rain, exhausted from trudging | |
| through snow drifts, and frozen by the relentless winds of the freak | |
| later-winter storm; and glancing down he noticed the diving watch his | |
| wife had given him on their trip to Jamaica, which now seemed a remote | |
| memory from another lifetime, but, as he finally succumbed to | |
| hypothermia, he was extremely distressed to notice that the watch's | |
| crenate bezel had abraded the cuff of his shirt to the point where it | |
| would, indubitably, have to be discarded. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Marcia E. Brown | |
| location: 'Austin, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| With the last rays of sunshine silhouetting her slim form, and the still | |
| smoking pistol clutched in her trembling right hand, Cora knelt beside | |
| the body at her feet, only to be brought up short by the sudden | |
| awareness of that unmistakable creeping-insect-like feeling of a run | |
| ripping up the back of her left stocking. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Robert A. Perry | |
| location: 'Milton, MA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As Lt. James "Jocko" Flannery methodically surveyed the freshly sketched | |
| chalk outline on the oily pavement with his steel-blue eyes, his mind | |
| wandered to that night's poker game--jeez, he had forgotten to pick up | |
| the Macanudos--because that's what happens when you fight your way up | |
| from street cop to Chief of Homicide in the City with Big Shoulders: you | |
| stop being angry; you've seen too many cheap hits, too many gutless | |
| punks, and too many brazen calling cards like the one over there--a wad | |
| of peppermint chewing gum clinging to the gutter that told him | |
| everything he needed to know--that little blond brat from around the | |
| corner had maliciously scribbled this pink hopscotch thing on his newly | |
| sealed driveway. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Mike Davies | |
| location: 'Toronto, Ontario' | |
| quote: >- | |
| He was the best prepared cop in the precinct, never leaving without a | |
| hundred-dollar bill in his shoe, an extra magazine for his .45 in his | |
| back pocket, a condom in his wallet--he was ready for anything; he was | |
| Lieutenant Justin Case. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Colin Eyssen | |
| location: 'Toronto, Ontario' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Bjorn Petersen, the big Swede, swaggered into the private detective's | |
| office, shouting and swinging his fists, obviously bruising for a fight, | |
| so Sam Shovel stood up, neatly fooled him with a quick right feint while | |
| flooring him with a left hook, then thought to himself, "There's a Bjorn | |
| suckered every minute!" | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Niki Wessels | |
| location: 'Centurion, South Africa' | |
| quote: >- | |
| "This is the end," Alfalfa sobbed, clutching at her heaving bosom and | |
| pausing only occasionally to scratch her itching left armpit while her | |
| sapphire eyes, brimming with salty tears, turned helplessly towards the | |
| gibbous moon that hung in the brooding sky like a tobacco-stained nail | |
| paring. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Sarah Marks | |
| location: 'Grand Prairie, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was the last of times, it was the first of times, it was the age of | |
| intelligence, it was the age of the intellectually challenged, it was | |
| the epoch of reality, it was the epoch of insanity, it was the season of | |
| Salt, it was the season of Pepper, it was the spring of health, it was | |
| the winter of the flu, it was a period when a bunch of really opposite | |
| things were being compared. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Mary Christensson | |
| location: 'San Mateo, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Day broke like an enormous egg cracking over the rim of the great, | |
| jagged-edged bowl of the Grand Canyon, its bright yellow yolk of | |
| sunshine pouring runnily into every crag and crevice, suffusing the | |
| early morning air with the same ocherous brilliance as it had for | |
| millennia while the mighty Colorado River cuts its way to the stratum of | |
| the present valley floor. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Joe Andrews | |
| location: 'Chicago, IL' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The waning moon looked like a giant yogurt-covered raisin that someone | |
| had sucked on for two or maybe three minutes. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Calvin Cahan | |
| location: 'Austin, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As the monstrous thug's forearm was about to crash down on his noggin | |
| for yet another time, Brinzinger realized that his worst fear had come | |
| true: this was indeed an encounter with a member of that mercilessly | |
| mayhem-minded Swiss motorcycle gang, based in the capital of Switzerland | |
| and also in a city in southwestern France, whose dread signature tattoo, | |
| which Brinzinger was able to make out just before he lost consciousness, | |
| read "Bern-Toulouse." | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Ernie Santilli | |
| location: 'Drexel Hill, PA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| "Holy mackerel, we cod advertise Eddie Fisher to reel in suckers, then | |
| if we're accused of bait-and-switch tactics and face a herring our squid | |
| pro quo lawyer could clam the embarracudasing incident was a fluke, | |
| nothing to carp about--though we'd be eel-advised to take a wade-and-sea | |
| attitude or angle for a mistrout," bubbled Salmon Rushdie, sardine | |
| 'cause he shad have knocked off the crappy puns a minnow earlier, giving | |
| scallop's honor he didn't do it on porpoise and to enshark us it won't | |
| harpoon again. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: John L. Ashman | |
| location: 'Houston, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Not long ago I came into possession of a certain Malaysian lizard and by | |
| sheer good luck it accidentally walked through some wet paint and then | |
| across a sheet of paper and made such a mess that an art expert said it | |
| was "Neo-reptilian," so now I plan to move to Spain where it will be a | |
| cinch to con the artsy types with this fly-eating Van Gogh who is being | |
| called (I'm not making this up) "El Gecko." | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Gregory H. Ward | |
| location: 'San Jose, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As she slipped into her bicycle shorts and regarded her bum in the | |
| mirror, Princess Diana reflected on her years with Prince Charles, their | |
| period of separation and, ultimately, the Final Divorce Decree, and, | |
| with a sigh of resignation, said to herself, "Well, I may have lost the | |
| 'Royal Highness' but at least I saved the 'Wales'." | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Barbara A. Duncan | |
| location: 'Houston, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Thinking that she was plain vanilla and this would be a piece of cake, I | |
| turned on the heat while I buttered her up with sugary words and floury | |
| phrases, but I soon realized that it was a half-baked idea when her | |
| nuts-to-you attitude told me that even though she turned out to be a | |
| quite a dish, we didn't have all the ingredients necessary to make this | |
| relationship anything more than pie in the sky. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Ross Borden | |
| location: 'Victoria, British Columbia' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Try as he might, the coroner was unable to find the cause of death, so | |
| he called in the word famous Los Angeles psychic Madam DuBois, who | |
| determined that Julie Andrews had been killed by a precisely | |
| administered dose of lethally bad breath, so the next morning's | |
| newspaper headlines trumpeted, "Super California Mystic: Expert | |
| Halitosis." | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Jim Crozier | |
| location: 'Lakewood, CO' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was with no small degree of trepidation that Mapping Sciences teacher | |
| Geo. G. Raphy peered pensively at the seventh-graders (who were working | |
| feverishly on their in-class assignment of drawing their favorite | |
| English isle) and rued his rashly made but fateful decision to allow the | |
| two impish Chinese twins to complete the assignment together--for he | |
| knew, deep within his soul, the brilliant brothers would seize this | |
| opportunity to prove that, at least on some occasions, two Wongs can | |
| make a Wight. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Kaye Bellot | |
| location: 'Modesto, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Torn between scheduling the basketball star or the famous chef, the | |
| network executive finally chose to spare the Rodman and spoil Julia | |
| Child. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Richard W. O'Bryan | |
| location: 'Perrysburg, OH' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Brother Paul had spent twenty years in his primitive cell correcting | |
| thousands of religious texts until he suddenly realized that not only | |
| was he anti-semantic but that he had become a religious phonetic. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Paul Walker | |
| location: 'Seattle, WA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| He wasn't the brightest guy around: he drank only a diet cola-like soda, | |
| ate nothing but red, shiny fruit, and bawled constantly; he was, after | |
| all, the moron Tab and apple crier. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Nick Bruechle | |
| location: 'Fremantle, Western Australia' | |
| quote: >- | |
| When I was a green as a baby's pooh, and as inclined to run everywhere, | |
| I learned that, unless you attain solid consistency, you're liable to | |
| get wiped away by the rough hand of society wielding a wad of | |
| tissue-thin rationalizations, and flushed down the s-bend of life. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Laura Sebastian | |
| location: 'Miami, FL' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Leaning close to the UNICEF worker, Mother Theresa drunkenly confided, | |
| "For God's sake, if there's anything I've learned after all these years | |
| in all these stinky little countries, it's DON'T FEED THE POOR, 'cause | |
| once you do they just keep coming back and coming back, driving you | |
| crackers whining at your door all night." | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Laura Sebastian | |
| location: 'Miami, FL' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was a beautiful, beautiful night, stars shining like the bright, | |
| needy eyes of a million malnourished children, the wind blowing softly | |
| like the breath of a favorite grandfather as he kissed you sweetly and | |
| very affectionately yet somewhat inappropriately, goodnight. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Penny Downing | |
| location: 'Scarborough, Ontario' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Cat-on-a-Stick, with its enabling philosophy that anyone can perform | |
| taxidermy on the remains of a beloved family pet if you're not too fussy | |
| about the final results, soon gained a reputation as a place where you | |
| walked out with a smile on your face, even if you had come in with | |
| disaster writ large all over your puss. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Steve Garman | |
| location: 'Pensacola, FL' | |
| quote: >- | |
| She was in her element, tabletop with a St. Pauli Girl balanced on her | |
| forehead, arms flailing and squawking like a gut-hooked catfish to | |
| Abba's "Dancing Queen," but Prestin Purvis, principal, peevishly pursed | |
| his lips, watching the to-be school secretary he hired that very day | |
| from the shallow shadows of the Shady Shack. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: George Walker | |
| location: 'Beaverton, OR' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As Jennifer sucked her co-worker's brains out through a spiral "Happy | |
| Meal" (TM) straw, she reflected on how much her career advancement | |
| opportunities at the restaurant had improved since she became a Zombie. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Kristen Kingsbury Henshaw | |
| location: 'Vineyard Haven, MA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| "Holy dessicated cat turds, Batman, these aren't Tootsie Rolls--we're in | |
| Catwoman's litter box!" | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Peter B. Smith | |
| location: 'Albany, NY' | |
| quote: >- | |
| "They didn't teach about this at Harvard Law School," muttered Clement | |
| as he writhed on the living room floor--after another day of dodging | |
| bullets and tax laws with shadowy clients in between trysts with | |
| secretaries from rival law firms who smuggled in strategy papers for | |
| upcoming trials in intimate clothing articles before revealing that they | |
| had also smuggled in lady's-size handguns to order him to hand over his | |
| own strategy papers before he got a chance to look at theirs--and | |
| wondered if he would ever learn how to set the timer on the VCR. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Michelangelo Saucedo | |
| location: 'Sacramento, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The sun beat down, causing the stench of elephant sweat to drift into | |
| Hannibal's nostrils as Tunisian gusts hurled sand into his food, making | |
| the foul-smelling hummus gruel twist his stomach, so in disgust he | |
| clutched his buddy, nearly retching out, "You know, Hanno, I could | |
| really go for Italian." | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Ankur Gupta | |
| location: 'Mumbai (Bombay), India' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The bizarre heat in the bazaar, aided further by the constantly | |
| sweating, swearing, and swirling middle class population, or should we | |
| say the servile class, prompted the sudden swooning of the 'foreign | |
| returned' Radha, who was immediately scooped up in the arms of the | |
| ever-willing Sudama, jumping at this God-sent opportunity, while the | |
| surrounding loudspeakers blared the contemporary superhit film song, "Aa | |
| jaa, meri bahon mein aa jaa!" | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Kate Noonan | |
| location: 'Cambridge, MA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| "So what should we pierce next?" Charity purred, holding up the piercing | |
| gun and leaning over him, her pouty cupid's bow mouth painted a lurid | |
| screaming red, her black-rimmed eyes vacant yet kinetic, her tattered | |
| and now blood-stained black mesh half-shirt falling off her shoulder to | |
| reveal one pert, supple young breast; and Kevin knew fear, but could not | |
| let her see it, for he was as enticed as he was terrified by this wild, | |
| raven-haired teenager, and so, with a shrug and a smirk that said, "I | |
| know you're taking me on a fast, Bohemian joyride to Hell and I like | |
| it!" replied, "There's still some room left on my butt." | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Sara Regan | |
| location: 'Portland, OR' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Kevin blinked away the coruscating moisture on his eyelashes as he gazed | |
| upon his contagiously narcoleptic lover, who peacefully dreamt under the | |
| foehn that caressed their secluded bed of grass until awakened by | |
| Kevin's sultry whisper, "There is no apothecary for miles, but to cheer | |
| you, I have fashioned this diadem of daisies in the traditional Bacon | |
| family weave." | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Jonathan P. Dowling | |
| location: 'Redstone Arsenal, AL' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Tribes of primitive hunters, with rhinestone codpieces rampant, built | |
| pyramids of Chevy engines--festooned in palm fronds and coconuts--to | |
| exalt the ineffable and scintillating gods of low-tech--as was their | |
| fashion--including an ode to holy refrigerator, Sears be its brand. | |
| '1998': | |
| - category: Grand Prize | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Bob Perry | |
| location: 'Milton, Massachusetts' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The corpse exuded the irresistible aroma of a piquant, ancho chili glaze | |
| enticingly enhanced with a hint of fresh cilantro as it lay before him, | |
| coyly garnished by a garland of variegated radicchio and caramelized | |
| onions, and impishly drizzled with glistening rivulets of vintage | |
| balsamic vinegar and roasted garlic oil; yes, as he surveyed the body of | |
| the slain food critic slumped on the floor of the cozy, but nearly | |
| empty, bistro, a quick inventory of his senses told corpulent Inspector | |
| Moreau that this was, in all likelihood, an inside job. | |
| - category: Grand Prize | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Larry Sherman | |
| location: 'Fremont, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The international team of astronauts each had a salutary comment as they | |
| paused before entering the troubled Mir spacestation: The German, upon | |
| seeing the Russian tethered in his capsule, said, "Bei Mir bist du | |
| chained"; the American, who had recently reviewed his collection of | |
| Disney cartoons, spoke, "Mir, mir off the wall, who will fix it, proud | |
| and tall"; but the Israeli astronaut just shook his head and, as he | |
| entered, could be heard muttering, "Oy vey is Mir!" | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Terry Mayer | |
| location: 'Oshawa, Ontario 905-434 - 1796' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was a majestic weapon, a masterpiece of form and function, | |
| hand-crafted by master gunsmiths, accurate to a hundred yards, its | |
| bright silver body and long barrel glistening in the sunlight, the | |
| hand-carved ivory inlay warm against the palm, and mom got a good dollar | |
| for it after my brother was shot in the back. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Alison M. Kelly | |
| location: 'Vero Beach, FL' | |
| quote: >- | |
| My heart skipped a beat as the bearded walrus gently nudged me in the | |
| small of my back with one smooth, curved tusk, expelling a warm breath | |
| of air into my upturned face, its smell of peanuts reminding me of that | |
| precious night on Coney Island; the night when I became a woman . . . a | |
| woman and a convict. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Brian Kinlan | |
| location: 'New Haven, CT' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Her toes tingled when she saw him—-mostly the two outer toes, the little | |
| ones, whose nails had been ripped off by a lawnmower when she was | |
| three-—and although it might have been the medicated fungal spray she | |
| used for her athlete's foot that caused the sensuous shiver in her | |
| digits, she thought it was probably him. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Helaine R. Freeman | |
| location: 'Little Rock, AR' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Rita and Michael's passionate lovemaking was brought to an abrupt end by | |
| an unfortunate emission of gas — which prompted Rita to wonder, with | |
| more than a little irritation, why playing around with that stupid mask | |
| was such a turn-on for her dentist fiancee. | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Dave Lyon | |
| location: 'Overland Park, KS' | |
| quote: >- | |
| While the technician finished his work, Elmodine Jaatrix reflected upon | |
| how badly the evening was going: the ionizer on her Acme 2100 E-Z Klean | |
| dishwasher had burnt out, the window-bot had developed an attitude, and | |
| the Instafashion clothing dispenser would only produce athletic | |
| supporters and Calvin Klein IX synthawool peasant blouses, and as she | |
| stared at the gibbous moon slowly rising in front of her, she pondered | |
| morosely, "If they can build cities in the rings of Saturn, why can't | |
| they make pants for repairmen that don't droop?" | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Ross Borden | |
| location: 'Victoria, British Columbia' | |
| quote: >- | |
| "You will make an excellent meal for my slavering minions, Earthwoman," | |
| gurgled Xardon The Conqueror as he slithered across the floor, propelled | |
| by his scaled tentacles, while his quivering eye stalks ogled the | |
| cowering form of his forlorn captive, "because you have a high protein | |
| content, lots of complex carbohydrates, the full B-vitamin series, and a | |
| really nice set of ta-ta's!" | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Marx Prewett | |
| location: 'Dallas, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Like an armadillo making love to a toaster, "The Emperor" shook | |
| violently upon its launching pad before, after one last frenzied | |
| assault, rising from a thick cloud of smoke and sailing into the | |
| atmosphere that wrapped the planet like a thick Amish quilt handstitched | |
| by loving hands while the menfolk labored in the hay fields. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Suzanne M. Arruda | |
| location: 'Pittsburg, KS' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Sir Lyonnel Ondermappe (so famous for his discoveries of lost | |
| civilizations that when people cited him they had only to say, "Look, | |
| it's Ondermappe!") paddled silently up the frog-clogged tributary of the | |
| Amazon when he spied first one, then a dozen old umbrellas stuck like | |
| warnings on the bank next to picnic baskets ritually painted with | |
| isobars and, as a frightened frog nearly croaked tripping a button on | |
| one umbrella opening it into a blossom of water repellent fabric, he | |
| knew that he had found, not the 'People of the Mist', nor the 'People of | |
| the Rainforest', but the mythical 'People of the Partly Cloudy With a | |
| Forty Percent Chance of Rain-forest. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Philip D. Clark | |
| location: 'Elgin, IL' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Having committed to memory the route maps leading from Alaska to L.A. | |
| and determined to avenge the more than 300 years of ridicule his people | |
| had suffered for the popularly assumed whimsy of Eskimo naming | |
| conventions, Robson Pollowow ("He who moves mountains") glanced one last | |
| time into his hastily rigged rear view mirror before releasing the hand | |
| brake on the Paw Whal Dee Glacier. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Bill Sanders | |
| location: 'West Hartford, CT' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Dave Fisher, Maumee, Ohio (419) 897-0502 In the ghastly rain driven by a | |
| mad El Nino, as Dr. Ann L. View, forensic proctologist, arrived at the | |
| crime scene in her Ford Probe, it was not initially obvious that the | |
| victim, a thirty-something, somebody, had met his [or her, she could not | |
| be certain in that damnable El Nino-driven rain] demise by impalement by | |
| a foreign object [imported, that is] that had pierced his [or her] heart | |
| after being inserted into his [or her] body in a region below and behind | |
| the stomach. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Jim Sheppeck | |
| location: 'Farmington, NM' | |
| quote: >- | |
| "Uh, excuse me, but if you don't mind, I have just one more question I | |
| forgot to ask," said Columbo hesitatingly as he vainly tried to get his | |
| arm into the sleeve of his sleazy trenchcoat because he only had one eye | |
| and had a real problem with depth perception. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Dave Lyon | |
| location: 'Overland Park, KS' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The criminal justice system is composed of two separate but equally | |
| important elements: the criminals who commit the crimes, and the victims | |
| of these offenders; these are their stories -- except for crimes like | |
| embezzlement and mail fraud, 'cause they just don't make for exciting | |
| reading. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Felix Gottdiener | |
| location: 'East Amherst, NY' | |
| quote: >- | |
| There are a million torn scarves in the naked city, and this was one of | |
| them, lying by the radiant body of Cloreta Plakstreak, two-bit movie | |
| starlet whose body, ruptured by multiple nail gun wounds, was soft as | |
| Detective Clayborn ran his sweaty hand up and down it until the Chief | |
| came, and he had to stop. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Laura Loomis | |
| location: 'Alameda, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| If Jenkins had taken the 6:15 train home from the Butlers' Convention as | |
| he claimed, then he could not have murdered Lord Albert at 6:41; | |
| however, if Jenkins had gotten off the train at Ashford-on-the-Heath, | |
| taken a speedboat down the river, and caught a hang glider off Dead | |
| Man's Bluff, then he could have strangled Lord Albert with the garter | |
| belt and escaped on his skateboard, showing up after the train arrived | |
| at 7:12, the inspector surmised. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Erik Wilson | |
| location: 'San Francisco, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was a stark and balmy night, the sultry breeze occasionally | |
| interrupted by the hot wind known as the Santa Ana sweeping across the | |
| desert floor (for it is in Palm Springs that our story is set), whipping | |
| violently past the cholla, the ocotillo, and the Joshua tree, moving | |
| inexorably westward where it would push the low-lying smog of the San | |
| Gabriel and San Fernando Valleys toward the ocean to hang like a brown, | |
| toxic, gaseous imitation of The Shroud of Turin above the beach at Santa | |
| Monica. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Sharlini Nambiar | |
| location: 'Kuala Terengganu, MALAYSIA.' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Her eyes were green, lichen green, the kind that grows in fish tanks if | |
| you don't clean them for several weeks, because you keep putting it | |
| off--until you're not even sure if you have live fish in there, and you | |
| don't bother anymore, that shade of lichen green. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Jon Reinhard | |
| location: 'Corpus Christi, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| After we made love, she clung to me ecstatically, like clean laundry | |
| fresh from the dryer when you have forgotten to throw in one of those | |
| fabric softener pads that you can pick up at Price Chopper, the | |
| supermarket that uses an ax hacking off a part of George Washington's | |
| head as a logo, for seventy-nine cents a dozen, when they're on sale. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Jack Stafford | |
| location: 'Thorndale, Ontario' | |
| quote: >- | |
| So saying he inserted the disk into the CD player, and as the strains of | |
| "Mountain Greenery," in the mellow tones of The Velvet Fog, rang through | |
| the Khyber Pass, Lady Elspeth knew finally that this was the dark Khan's | |
| Torme | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: David Howse | |
| location: 'Toronto, Ontario' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Detective Squires was happy with his work, after 48 hours of intense | |
| questioning Moses had spilled the beans, the whole story, everything | |
| there was to know about the "Miracles", how he did it, when he did it | |
| and who his accomplices were, Detective Squire grabbed his phone | |
| restlessly, "Put an APB out on 'The Almighty'" he growled at the | |
| helpless patrolman on the other end of the line, as he turned back into | |
| the interrogation room and thought 'Any time you turn a prophet, that's | |
| gotta be good'. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Jefferson J. George | |
| location: 'Lexington, KY' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Bill hadn't laughed this much since that day he executed a quick prank | |
| for his co-workers, a precise pratfall that amused him even while be | |
| concocted it, making him laugh so hard that tears came to his eyes, a | |
| fierce laugh that he had to let loose yet again, just as he had during | |
| the thinking of the tight antic. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Robert M. Quan | |
| location: 'San Francisco, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Having been a total failure at Feng Shui, the ancient Oriental art of | |
| arranging furniture to influence luck, health, and fortune, Sum Dum-Foo | |
| nevertheless became proficient in Beng Shinn, the ancient universal art | |
| of locating furniture in the dark. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Jeff Hawley | |
| location: 'Los Angeles, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Bafld the Barbarian was sore perplexed when he grasped his magical blade | |
| and it spoke to him, saying thus, "I see thou art perplexed . . . I'm | |
| Sword of Bafled myself." | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: T. O. Carroll | |
| location: 'San Jose, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Hemlock wasn't all that bad, Socrates decided philosophically: no | |
| aftertaste, a smooth finish, and (of course) no hangover in the morning. | |
| - category: Miscellaneous | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Dr. Scott C. Hartsel | |
| location: 'Eau Claire, WI' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Yes, Jarvik had torn Colette's heart in two, but only after cracking her | |
| heaving, alabaster sternum with the spreader of his infidelity, and | |
| piercing the pericardium of her trust with his pernicious falsity, which | |
| he then poised like the rusty, serrated Scalpel of Damocles over the | |
| ascending branch of the aorta of her desire, threatening to sunder her | |
| intercardial septum of hope, like so much myocardial butter. | |
| - category: Miscellaneous | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Tom Hefferon | |
| location: 'Schenectady, New York' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Across the moon-swept lawn Daphne fled his baleful stare from the | |
| Conservatory window, her silken gown flowing behind her but catching on | |
| the sumac sprouts and rabbit berry, the rose of Sharon and | |
| wintercreeper, the milkwort and forsythia, the furze and genista, the | |
| tamarisk and jute, the sisal, sand myrtle and yellowroot until its lacy | |
| tatters gloried in the soft wind and she realized she was naked and cold | |
| near the hothouse. (from "Return To Magnolia Manor") | |
| - category: Miscellaneous | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Phil Arkow | |
| location: 'Stratford, NJ' | |
| quote: >- | |
| He was more than an Israeli thief of the streets, more than the first | |
| flautist in the Jerusalem Philharmonic Orchestra, more than the | |
| illegitimate child of a Spanish nun; Jose had led a checkered life that | |
| included wrestling and farm work on the kibbutz, a career that truly | |
| made him a Haifa-lootin', flutin'-tootin', son of a nun from Barcelona, | |
| tag-team plowboy Joe. | |
| - category: Miscellaneous | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Penny Downing | |
| location: 'Scarborough, Ontario' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Cats bury their droppings with all the decorum of a state funeral, and | |
| dogs revisit theirs with the fervour of a connoisseur, but cattle hardly | |
| seem to commit to the whole process, wandering off with a truly bovine | |
| indifference while the last soft plop is still echoing through the | |
| pasture, and it was this last which inspired Angela's choice of | |
| vocabulary when Kevin opened his mouth and let fall the words, "I love | |
| you." | |
| - category: Miscellaneous | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Wayne Wilson | |
| location: 'McKinleyville, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As the robber looked away, the pharmacist pulled out a .38 revolver, and | |
| shouted "Take this three times a day!", firing three rapid shots into | |
| the upper left quadrant of the robber's chest, the bullets flying out of | |
| the gun like large, ill-fitting, improperly inserted suppositories. | |
| - category: Miscellaneous | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Robert A. Arnold | |
| location: Portage MI | |
| quote: >- | |
| Scribner scratched himself again, took a drag on his drooping Old Gold, | |
| coughed, popped the top on his last Fallstaff, turned back to his | |
| ancient typewriter, and smiled to himself as he thought back to the day | |
| when his mother had warned him that he had no future writing | |
| - category: Miscellaneous | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Vanessa Moore | |
| location: 'Springfield, MO' | |
| quote: >- | |
| A shrill scream pierced the black night, and I clutched my Tickle-Me | |
| Elmo doll close to my heaving bosom; it was the blood-curdling shriek of | |
| the wajorcka lop - a vicious, exotic animal that is the cross of a | |
| mallard duck and a cat, that is, if you can keep the cat from eating the | |
| duck. | |
| - category: Miscellaneous | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Greg Kluzak | |
| location: Greenville MI 1- | |
| quote: I opened my Windows 95 users manual and fell into a magical world. | |
| - category: Miscellaneous | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Michael J. Saxton | |
| location: 'Davis, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Cletus was utterly innocent of six of the seven deadly sins, mostly | |
| because committing them was just too much effort. | |
| - category: Miscellaneous | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Carolyn Nightingale | |
| location: 'Loganholme QLD, Australia' | |
| quote: >- | |
| "The criminals out there are killing us - it's time to fight back" | |
| roared the excited leader at the midnight meeting of the Sink Drain | |
| Chapter of the Neighbourhood Watch, "and since they have begun this | |
| latest campaign of terror of using chemical weapons on our webs and | |
| eggs, we will retaliate by attacking their weakest, their most | |
| vulnerable - let us away to the cradle, where we will repeatedly make | |
| little tickling motions with our feet in the warm filament-lined aural | |
| orifices of the humans' pink, bald, squealing larva." | |
| - category: Miscellaneous | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Mark Booth | |
| location: 'Basel, Switzerland' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Dr. Charles Monroe wasn't the kind of guy who took it lying down, | |
| because many years ago a Special Branch trainee bounced one time too | |
| many on his impeccably groomed abdominal muscles and caused seven discs | |
| to dislocate, the way a stack of CDs might dislocate if they were tied | |
| together by string and then the middle ones were pushed out by a lateral | |
| force. | |
| - category: Miscellaneous | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Michael Burkhart | |
| location: San Diego | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was doubly fortunate that Stanley "Gorilla" Gutowski, the state | |
| weight lifting champion, was present to give his nephew the Heimlich | |
| maneuver & that his hands were small enough to push the boy's stomach | |
| back down his throat. | |
| - category: Miscellaneous | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Laurie Franks | |
| location: Biloxi MS | |
| quote: >- | |
| The delivery boy felt as though a thousand eyes were upon him after | |
| taking a tumble down the courtyard stairs, but it was probably only | |
| thirty or so, because that's how many he was delivering to the biology | |
| lab for dissection; it just felt like more. | |
| - category: Miscellaneous | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Mark Watson | |
| location: 'Cary, NC' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Herb suffered two maladies that tormented and infuriated him: profound | |
| memory lapses, and something else. | |
| - category: Miscellaneous | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Tamar Gonen | |
| location: 'Chicago, IL' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Johnny Baggadonuts knew the game was getting stale; he was pretty sure | |
| Jimmy Dareallibadone, the cruelest guy in the "family", knew what he was | |
| up to, and whatever Jimmy knew, the Boss was sure to find out -- yet | |
| Johnny knew he couldn't crumble, because if they dunked him he'd have | |
| broken his promise to the beautiful if slightly underage Turkish | |
| prostitute Alhava Anna, (whom everyone called "Muffin") and who wanted | |
| nothing more than to be his wife, to finally be Alhava "Muffin" Anna | |
| Baggadonuts: the name positively tripped off his tongue, then | |
| accidentally lit a fire in his loins. | |
| - category: Miscellaneous | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Richard Raymond III | |
| location: 'Roanoke, VA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Cocking her pretty head coquettishly on one side, Miss Florence | |
| Nightingale smiled, delicately stroked her latest lover's arising | |
| aspirations, and to his scandalously indecent proposal returned the only | |
| possible reply, "Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-wee, too-witta-woo!" | |
| - category: Miscellaneous | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Tom Rohde | |
| location: 'Minneapolis, MN' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Walking back to the hotel in the rain, Ernest Hemingway ducked into the | |
| Louvre as the downpour intensified, but the beauty of its masterpieces | |
| did not move him, for the was thinking about his almost-finished novel, | |
| the one about his stint as an ambulance driver on the Italian/Austrian | |
| front, of his wounding and recuperation, about his romance with a | |
| British nurse that ended catastrophically, and then, standing before the | |
| exquisite statue of Venus de Milo, the title he would give his opus | |
| occured to him. | |
| - category: Miscellaneous | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Nancy Bauer | |
| location: 'Philadelphia, PA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| "What the bloody hell," I thought, puzzled, as the car lifted right up | |
| off the Interstate and sailed toward the Big Dipper (or the Little | |
| Dipper, who could think straight?), me at the wheel of course , while | |
| Jill slept in the back seat, oblivious, veins thrumming with Tequila, | |
| dreaming, no doubt, about Jack (tumbling, tumbling, all that shit) and | |
| missing the whole thing as usual while I, good old codependent that I | |
| am, had to cope. | |
| - category: Miscellaneous | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Kristen Swaim | |
| location: Garland TX | |
| quote: >- | |
| "No, no . . . a thousand times no," she moaned breathlessly, the milky | |
| white mounds of her chest heaving as nimble hands quickly did their | |
| work, and then she started counting the "yes" votes for the new sewer | |
| system proposal. | |
| - category: Miscellaneous | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Jason Allen | |
| location: 'Calgary, Alberta 241-0249' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Something is rotten in Denmark, thought Richard, the third time he | |
| peered over his copy of the Globe to witness the Two Gentlemen from | |
| Verona as they Leared Shrewishly at the young Desdemona, reminding him | |
| of that Dreamy Midsummer's night years ago, when, in a Tempest he had | |
| journeyed to that little Hamlet in upstate New York where the lawns were | |
| green, the picket fences white, and nobody's windows were Bard. | |
| - category: Miscellaneous | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Allison Johnson | |
| location: 'Calgary, Alberta' | |
| quote: >- | |
| His mind frapped by their final conversation, Master Chef Ralph tried | |
| valiantly to deglaze the pan of his brain, reduce the scalding liquid of | |
| his affair with Tiffany Creme-Kaake to approximately one-third its | |
| original volume (or, better yet, boil it away entirely), strain and | |
| discard the lumpy bits, and whisk the memories into a smooth, velvety | |
| hollandaise, but it was no use; his heart had been brutally | |
| shrink-wrapped and reduced to a hard rubbery mass by the microwave of | |
| her indifference. | |
| - category: Miscellaneous | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Neil Massie | |
| location: 'Ridgefield, CT' | |
| quote: >- | |
| She sighed, not just any sigh, but one of those deep, deep sighs that, | |
| emanating from the depths of your lower respiratory tract, works its way | |
| upward, then explodes out of you, pervading the surrounding area, | |
| ubiquitously drawing forth sympathetic sighs from those around you in | |
| increasing concentrations, until finally you are surrounded by such an | |
| intense miasma of wheezing and gasping that it sounds like the emphysema | |
| ward in a geriatric hospital. | |
| - category: Miscellaneous | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Solveig Haugland | |
| location: 'Lafayette, CO' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Back at the badger ranch, Betsy had gone completely nuts; flinging down | |
| the gauntlet of desperation (made from a very high-quality badger hide), | |
| she vowed she would wait no longer and in a twinkling her bags were | |
| packed, her house sold, and, armed with her cat, her cajones and her | |
| capital gains, she left the provincial desolation of Minot and | |
| tremblingly catapulted her life into the hot lights and fleshpots of | |
| Fargo, City on the Edge. | |
| - category: Miscellaneous | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Ernie Santilli | |
| location: 'Drexel Hills, PA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Myopic, gawky Herbert took up the martial arts to hone his balance, | |
| dexterity, concentration, and coordination; the inner calm promised by | |
| serene-yet-deadly Sensei Yawara; and immerse himself in the Asian | |
| culture that had so mystified the high school sophomore ever since his | |
| fourth-grade field trip paused briefly in Chinatown, but mostly to be | |
| able to hang out with the school bullies and beat up other students. | |
| - category: Miscellaneous | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Jean Madeleine Hughes | |
| location: 'Lebanon, NH' | |
| quote: >- | |
| One cold autumn morning when Elinor, Queen of the amphibians, arrived at | |
| the fork in the road and saw that one of her subjects waas busily | |
| clearing leaves on the right path, while another stood idly on the left, | |
| she said to her consort, "This really frosts me, Robert; the toad's not | |
| raking!" | |
| - category: Miscellaneous | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Bob Trapnell | |
| location: 'Huntsville, AL' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Have a nice day," called Nadine to her engineer husband, who wondered if | |
| she meant the remaining hours of daylight, a solar day (measured with | |
| respect to the Sun) or a sidereal day (measured with respect to the | |
| celestial sphere), "I know I will," continued Nadine sotto voce, whose | |
| day (however defined) would be nice because of Raoul, the tennis pro at | |
| the country club. | |
| - category: Miscellaneous | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Dave Dooling | |
| location: 'Huntsville, AL' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Astronomer Lyman A. Fraunhofer reflected upon the forbidden lines of | |
| poetry as he vainly tried to gauge the magnitude of his wife's | |
| infidelity with Roy G. Biv, the young graduate assistant (with whom she | |
| shared a Milky Way, even now, under the big telescope), yet fully | |
| ignored his own weak interactions that had forced Andromeda to search | |
| for naked singularities until she became smitten with Biv's work on the | |
| Big Bang. | |
| '1999': | |
| - category: Grand Prize | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Dr. David Chuter | |
| location: 'Kingston, Surrey, ENGLAND' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Through the gathering gloom of a late-October afternoon, along the | |
| greasy, cracked paving-stones slick from the sputum of the sky, Stanley | |
| Ruddlethorp wearily trudged up the hill from the cemetery where his | |
| wife, sister, brother, and three children were all buried, and forced | |
| open the door of his decaying house, blissfully unaware of the | |
| catastrophe that was soon to devastate his life. | |
| '2000': | |
| - category: Grand Prize | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Gary Dahl | |
| location: 'Los Gatos, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The heather-encrusted Headlands, veiled in fog as thick as smoke in a | |
| crowded pub, hunched precariously over the moors, their rocky elbows | |
| slipping off land's end, their bulbous, craggy noses thrust into the | |
| thick foam of the North Sea like bearded old men falling asleep in their | |
| pints. | |
| '2001': | |
| - category: Grand Prize | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Sera Kirk | |
| location: 'Vancouver, BC' | |
| quote: >- | |
| A small assortment of astonishingly loud brass instruments raced each | |
| other lustily to the respective ends of their distinct musical choices | |
| as the gates flew open to release a torrent of tawny fur comprised of | |
| angry yapping bullets that nipped at Desdemona's ankles, causing her to | |
| reflect once again (as blood filled her sneakers and she fought her way | |
| through the panicking crowd) that the annual Running of the Pomeranians | |
| in Liechtenstein was a stupid idea. | |
| '2002': | |
| - category: Grand Prize | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Rephah Berg | |
| location: 'Oakland, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| On reflection, Angela perceived that her relationship with Tom had | |
| always been rocky, not quite a roller-coaster ride but more like when | |
| the toilet-paper roll gets a little squashed so it hangs crooked and | |
| every time you pull some off you can hear the rest going bumpity-bumpity | |
| in its holder until you go nuts and push it back into shape, a degree of | |
| annoyance that Angela had now almost attained. | |
| - category: Grand Prize | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Charles Howland | |
| location: 'St. Paul, MN' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The professor looked down at his new young lover, who rested fitfully, | |
| lashed as she was with duct tape to the side of his stolen hovercraft, | |
| her head lolling gently in the breeze, and as they soared over the | |
| buildings of downtown St. Paul to his secret lair he mused that she was | |
| much like a sweet ripe juicy peach, except for her not being a fuzzy | |
| three-inch sphere produced by a tree with pink blossoms and that she had | |
| internal organs and could talk. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Matthew Chambers | |
| location: 'Hambleton, WV' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Chief Inspector Blancharde knew that this murder would be easy to solve | |
| – despite the fact that the clever killer had apparently dismembered his | |
| victim, run the corpse through a chipper-shredder with some Columbian | |
| beans to throw off the police dogs, and had run the mix through the | |
| industrial-sized coffee maker in the diner owned by Joseph Tilby (the | |
| apparent murder victim) – if only he could figure out who would want a | |
| hot cup of Joe. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Vince Lucid | |
| location: 'Pennellville, NY' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Detective Driscoll had fallen off the wagon like a frozen turkey from a | |
| Goodwill helicopter and, like a talking elephant reunited with his old | |
| circus buddies after 50 years, he reminisced about the most memorable | |
| collars of his career – and he guffawed so hard that he fell off the | |
| barstool like another turkey from another helicopter as he recollected | |
| the time he arrested a mime for shoplifting and had to say “You have a | |
| right to remain silent …” | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: John Knoerle | |
| location: 'Chicago, IL' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The jangling phone disturbed the fly, the blue bottle fly, the blue | |
| bottle fly performing precise, low-swooping wingovers above my | |
| four-sugar coffee while the potted palm made a feeble attempt at | |
| photosynthesis with the naked 25 watt bulb that hung from the cracked | |
| plaster of my low-rent office on a less-than-desirable (unless you were | |
| vermin) stretch of Pico. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Duke Smith | |
| location: 'Warren, OR' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was a warm, rank odor that hit Detective Swatworth’s nostrils, | |
| breaking into components that seemed hauntingly familiar, reminiscent of | |
| dangerous deeds past, lighting up every wary fiber in his torso, warning | |
| him to be wary of what lay ahead, on guard, finger on the trigger, then | |
| relaxed again as he realized it was coming from his own armpit. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Jim Sheppeck | |
| location: 'Farmington, NM' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The blood dripped from his nose like hot grease from a roasting | |
| bratwurst pierced with a fork except that grease isn’t red and the blood | |
| wasn’t that hot and it wasn’t a fork that poked him in the nose but | |
| there was a faint aroma of nutmeg in the air and it is of noses we speak | |
| not to mention that if you looked at it in the right profile, his nose | |
| did sort of look like a sausage. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Martin F. Melhus | |
| location: 'Evanston, IL' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Henrietta slept like a log; not your garden variety log, mind you, but | |
| one of those phenomenally enormous old-growth South American rain forest | |
| logs that is completely enshrouded with luxurious plush green moss and | |
| encircling vines with those unworldly twisted rope-like root structures | |
| wrenched from the earth and sitting there on its side in the mud and | |
| when you try to wake it up just lies there like the enormous | |
| moss-covered, vine-enshrouded log in the mud that it is. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Warren T. Smith | |
| location: 'Redmond, WA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Sheila was easy as opening a jar of pickles, not one closed by a man who | |
| has virility doubts and closes a jar so women and young boys get hernias | |
| opening it or at least the boys get them; although I heard about a woman | |
| who had a hiatal hernia so I guess women get them too but doctors don’t | |
| ask them to cough unless their malpractice covers sexual deviance but a | |
| jar closed by some ninety-year-old whose grip on the jar as well as | |
| reality has slipped. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Cindy Shirak | |
| location: 'Redford, MI' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The cracked, cement-colored, wooden steps to the cellar of the old | |
| haunted mansion lead down to the basement, which also had a creepy | |
| cement color on the walls, although they were constructed from drywall. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Leslie A. Pardo | |
| location: 'Lakewood, OH' | |
| quote: >- | |
| He slumped in his chair like a sack of flour slung over the shoulder of | |
| an aging warehouse man who had seen too many midnight shifts in a town | |
| where second chances were left only to the savvy souls who knew enough | |
| to skip out of this forgotten bastion of whorehouses, rotting fish | |
| carcasses, and a third-tier law school. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Phil Currier | |
| location: 'Cambridge, MA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As her tears blurred his receding figure into a ghostly memory, she | |
| realized how thoroughly he had broken her heart, like a steamroller | |
| grinding the shards of a perfume bottle into splintered, dusty oblivion, | |
| at least as much as one can “break” a squishy organ composed of 70% | |
| water by weight; heck, let’s be honest, you can no more break a heart | |
| than you can perform an appendectomy with a spoon, which is perhaps a | |
| better analogy for her pain in the first place. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Patrick Bomgardner | |
| location: APO AE 09469 | |
| quote: >- | |
| The tropical island rose abruptly from the jade-green sea like some | |
| ancient leviathan skimming the surface for krill and imperceptibly | |
| deflected the warm, spice-tinged trade winds that had once propelled | |
| Drake, Cook, and Chichester on their momentous voyages, but which made | |
| no difference whatsoever to Forbes MacVane as he stood shivering in the | |
| “Windy City,” waiting for his contact to alight from the EL. | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Anna Rotenberg | |
| location: 'Sao Paulo, Brazil' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was a dark and silent night in Pluto, a planet nobody had ever taken | |
| seriously because of its name, which reminded us of the funny cartoon | |
| dog, and it being so far from the sun and having no atmosphere, which | |
| seemed unimportant as it was, obviously, lifeless – we thought – in | |
| those happy and carefree days when all the world had to worry about was | |
| war, famine, pestilence, and death. | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Kevin Kriss | |
| location: 'Cedar Park, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The controls looked normal – the beeping thing was beeping, the humming | |
| thing was humming, the blue number display was displaying blue numbers, | |
| the yellow number display was displaying yellow numbers, everything | |
| seemed OK, but the redundancy of this interplanetary trip left Col. | |
| Mountain feeling troubled, troubled like a beeping thing not beeping, or | |
| a humming thing not humming, or a blue number display not displaying | |
| blue numbers, or a yellow number display not displaying yellow numbers; | |
| nothing felt right. | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Matthew Chambers | |
| location: 'Hambleton, WV' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It had started off as a prank, but when Major Elyse Livesay discovered | |
| (during her solo space walk, no less!) the tarantula that the boys in | |
| the crew had slipped into her spacesuit, she knew that while in space no | |
| one could hear you scream, it was damn sure not for lack of trying. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Mike Madill | |
| location: 'Toronto, Ontario' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Doc Parker looked down as Sheriff Eddie LaDuke lay desperately gasping | |
| his final breaths in the dusty sun-baked Arizona desert, knowing there | |
| was little he could do as the outlaw’s bullet had shredded Eddie’s | |
| internal organs like fresh coleslaw, leaving Doc to ponder his next move | |
| equipped only with his pistol, some chewing tobacco, and now, one extra | |
| horse. | |
| - category: Spy Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Michael McNierney | |
| location: 'Greeley, CO' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was a long and boring flight to Moscow’s Sheremetevo Airport and when | |
| Special Agent Jasper Smoot debarked and walked into the restroom marked | |
| “Dama“ in Cyrillic he might have found the woman there attractive except | |
| she had more whiskers than a Civil War general and was pointing a | |
| crossbow at his head. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Vance Atkins | |
| location: 'Seattle, WA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Hermann lay with Esmerelda, entwined with one another among love-tangled | |
| sheets and he thought how this one constant yet mercurial woman was one | |
| whom he could hold in his arms forever, although eventually he’d have to | |
| get up to go to the bathroom. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Mary Britton | |
| location: 'Berrien Springs, MI' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Ralph awoke groggily, and after searching through the overflowing | |
| ashtray on the nightstand for a half-smoked cigarette, looked over at | |
| the rumpled form of Lila sleeping next to him in bed and wondered idly | |
| why making love with her made him feel as though his body had been | |
| pounded by heavy surf. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Tom O’Leary | |
| location: 'Covina, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As she lay in the embrace of her lover’s arms following their ardent | |
| lovemaking, Sharon quietly hoped the moment could last forever, well, | |
| not really forever, since she had a pedicure in two hours, followed by | |
| lunch with her former college roommates, but at least for a long while | |
| or so. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Jerome Radding | |
| location: 'M.D., Laguna Woods, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It wasn’t a dark and stormy night when the Russian space station burned | |
| up in its final descent through the atmosphere, so it cast a glow on the | |
| face of a young Fiji girl sitting on the beach, causing her boy friend | |
| sitting next to her to utter, “Bei MIR bist du schoen.” | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Justin Gustainis | |
| location: 'Plattsburgh, NY' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The giant ape’s broken body lay upon the asphalt and I didn’t know which | |
| had finally done him in – the planes’ machine guns, the fall from atop | |
| the building, or maybe just a broken heart – but it was all so | |
| heart-wrenching, so tragic, his climbing the Empire State Building just | |
| to get a glimpse of that woman’s gorgeous derriere, and the sheer waste | |
| of it all finally prompted me to pronounce my own benediction over his | |
| great, furry carcass: “‘Twas booty killed the beast!” | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Harry W. Hickey | |
| location: 'Arlington, VA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The Sultan, having dutifully consulted with his palace sages, | |
| historians, and theologians, was finally convinced that nothing in the | |
| lore of his religion could guide him in the selection of a Network | |
| Operating System, and the conclusion was now clear to him, that though | |
| most computers in the Palace Administration should run under WINDOWS, | |
| yet the Harem Management must be served by UNIX. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Harry W. Hickey | |
| location: 'Arlington, VA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| What though the steed that carried the young knight over the streets of | |
| old Prague was foaled in far Araby, what though the sword at his side | |
| came from distant Spain, what though his armor had been formed on German | |
| anvil, yet the patriot heart of the warrior was all that mattered; in | |
| that mail there was a Czech! | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: David Bubenik | |
| location: 'Palo Alto, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| This is a story of twin Siamese kittens, or, more specifically, of their | |
| shared appendage; it is a tail of two kitties. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Allan W. Eckert | |
| location: 'Bellefontaine, OH' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Dispatched to the steamy tropics by crusty editor, Warren Pease, to | |
| interview renowned spiritualist, Serrafima Raire, in her grass shack, | |
| which he truly feared would exacerbate his chronic asthma, London Times | |
| ace reporter John Donne found her dying of jungle fever, forcing him to | |
| write despairingly in his cable to the home office, “Medium Raire not | |
| well – Donne.” | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Geoff Blackwell | |
| location: 'Bundaberg, QLD, Australia' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The sun beat like a molten hammer upon the sand that Jasper trudged | |
| upon, scorching his bare skin, baking his eyeballs dry, boiling his | |
| brains in his skull, and bleaching his hair to that lovely yellowy shade | |
| that perfectly matched his taupe shirt, the one that he could wear with | |
| either his suede jacket or the denim one. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Vance Atkins | |
| location: 'Seattle, WA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Ungaloo, although he found the new washer and dryer fair dinkum for | |
| washing his cutoffs, could only wonder at the occasional loss of a | |
| single stocking, something he attributed to his Aboriginal ancestors, | |
| thoughtfully considering the footwear as going sockabout. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Steve Miller | |
| location: 'San Diego, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the veldt, but the hot | |
| air still shimmered above the ground, heavy with the pungent melange of | |
| dust and acacia and animal musk – no relief for Weatherby, crouching in | |
| silence for hours in the shelter of the giant thornbush, clinging to | |
| hope and recalling the baleful warning of the old Masai: “Don’t drink | |
| the water.” | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Nina Schroeder | |
| location: 'Damascus, MD' | |
| quote: >- | |
| I traveled long and hard to get here, blindfolded by suspicious gunmen, | |
| riding donkey-back for hours across inhospitable terrain, with no idea | |
| of whether the next valley would contain an ambush or a bomb, cut off | |
| from communication and denied the basic amenities of civilization, but | |
| finally I was able to meet with the terrorist leader and see the | |
| Polaroids of how silly I had looked riding blindfolded on a donkey. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Isaac Emmanuel | |
| location: 'Rio Rancho, NM' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Boris, the flying monkey, shot a glance backwards and although it missed | |
| he did glean that the enemy F-18 was hot on his tail and the serpentine | |
| limb was beginning to smolder and smoke like plump persimmons that have | |
| been in the oven too long. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Matthew Roscoe | |
| location: 'Auckland, New Zealand' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Dorothy could hardly believe her ears as the uniformed Munchkin reeled | |
| off the citations: flying without a license, flying an unregistered | |
| building, reckless flying causing injury or death, parking in an | |
| unauthorized place, double-parking (vertical), failure to give way to | |
| pedestrians, failure to indicate, 2nd-degree witchslaughter, and closing | |
| her eyes she fervently prayed, “Please, I want to go home …” | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Elisabeth Glyptis | |
| location: 'South Shields Tyne and Wear, England, UK' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Pulling her red coat tightly around her and running the gauntlet of wolf | |
| whistles from the nearby building site as she made her way to the short | |
| cut through the woods, Maureen wondered yet again why her grandmother | |
| could not do her shopping on-line or at least get the super-market to | |
| deliver. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Nicolas Juzda | |
| location: 'Montreal, Quebec' | |
| quote: >- | |
| “Oh dear, Mr. Hippity Hop the Bunny is late, and if he does not arrive | |
| soon, we shan’t be able to hold a birthday party for Good Old Busy | |
| Beaver before it is time for me to leave the Fluffy Forrest, which shall | |
| be most disappointing indeed,” said Susan, because she was completely | |
| smashed on the narcotics she had purchased in the alleyway behind the | |
| club from a foul-smelling yet reputable dealer called “Skullz.” | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Albert T. Keyack | |
| location: 'Ambler, PA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Miss Francesca often lounged in the tiny wood beyond the stile, and here | |
| she lay languidly watching days pass into night; for it was in that good | |
| night that Miss Francesca crept so very stealthily amongst the | |
| daffodils, finding baby bunnies and mice, tearing their heads off and | |
| dragging their lifeless bodies to the back porch door of kindly old Mr. | |
| Marvenschire. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Emily Garber | |
| location: 'Princeton, NJ' | |
| quote: >- | |
| After many years of constant striving, during which Timmy the Tree grew | |
| to be the tallest pine in the forest, men from the National Lumber | |
| Corporation visited the Magic Woods and told Timmy that he was to be cut | |
| down and used as fuel to further the interests of big business, and in | |
| the process he would add to the levels of carbon dioxide in the | |
| atmosphere, eventually unbalancing the planet’s ecosystem and destroying | |
| all life on Earth, all because he’d simply tried too hard. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Bill Crowley | |
| location: 'Santa Rosa, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was a stark and dormie night at the University of Texas as the | |
| on-campus residents poured into the central quad, where the shimmering, | |
| wafting, piercing, soaking beams from an authentic Longhorn cheese moon | |
| lit the walls of the encircling buildings the way a really large | |
| flashlight using AA batteries dimly brightens a cavernous mineshaft, for | |
| the results of the city leaders’ baking contest, hoping that they’d be | |
| able to shag some pies from the Austin Powers. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: John Grayshaw | |
| location: 'Bayside, NY' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Toadstool, the lackey of the evil black wizard Dar Kand who had | |
| kidnapped and hid Off-White’s knight in shining armor (Snow Off-White | |
| was a princess by birthright and a detective by profession), had his | |
| head stuck between the floor and one of Off-White’s leather boots; | |
| Off-White’s question was simple, “Where did Dar Kand store my knight?” | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Francis Turner | |
| location: 'Mouans Sartoux, France' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Marie-Antoinette, the dusky-eyed Comtesse de la Belle Blague that is, | |
| rather than the more famous wife of Louis XVI, although coincidentally | |
| she was in fact descended from the same aristocratic stock, looked out | |
| across the windswept, storm-lashed terrace where her soiree had been in | |
| full swing up until a few minutes ago and apologized seductively to her | |
| English guest: “C’est vraiment une nuit sombre et orageuse, but later | |
| per’aps I can make amends …” | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Cindy Haynes | |
| location: 'Bedford, MA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| While Karen hand-made bows on her pixie bow maker, and Calvin designed | |
| photo nametags on his computer, he couldn’t help but wonder if Martha | |
| Stewart could see them, would she invite them for drinks by a fire | |
| started from rubbing sticks together on a hearth she masoned herself | |
| with stones hauled by reindeer over the North Pole from a remote | |
| Norwegian quarry, while cherubs entertained them with flutes | |
| hand-hollowed from Jordan River bamboo and preserved for centuries in | |
| Palestinian prune sauce at room temperature? | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Debra Allen | |
| location: 'Wichita Falls, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was just as she had always imagined celebrity would be, Cindy thought | |
| as she stepped dramatically into the limelight created by the flash of | |
| what seemed to be hundreds of reporters’ cameras all going off at once | |
| as they screamed her name in hopes of getting just a moment of her | |
| attention-well, except for the handcuffs, the tack orange overalls, and | |
| the decidedly unglamorous sheriff’s deputies leading her into the | |
| courthouse. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Ron Calabrese | |
| location: 'Reisterstown, MD' | |
| quote: >- | |
| My underwear stuck to my backside like an All-Pro cornerback to a rookie | |
| wide receiver as I browsed through the seed catalog that had mistakenly | |
| found its way into my mailbox. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Terrence Clark | |
| location: 'Cameron Park, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Phil Peppercorn tiptoed timidly up to the bleak, nail-encrusted door | |
| that would become the entrance to his so-called home for the next eight | |
| years of his life in the fabulous underground society of bread-makers, | |
| pastry chefs, and other leavened-product producers. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Peter Cruickshank | |
| location: 'Hanover, Ontario' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As Borson turned around slowly to face the source of the ridicule he was | |
| receiving, crushing the empty tin can in his powerful grip, heedless of | |
| the extra sorting that would ensue for the four teenagers working in the | |
| recycling plant for 6.85 per hour from 6:00 am EST to 5:00 pm EST on | |
| weekdays, but significantly shorter hours on weekends, the entire bar | |
| fell silent. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Julia Fernandez | |
| location: 'Portland, OR' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As he gazed over at his aged and sickly wife lying at his side, he | |
| remembered the woman he had once known – the vibrant exciting beauty | |
| with a heart of gold and a head full of dreams – and instantly wished he | |
| had married her instead. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: David Franks | |
| location: 'Wichita, KS' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Ladyfingers crackled like knuckles in the distance, and a string of | |
| Black Cats was a more substantial reminiscence of back and shoulder | |
| joints, but it was the flatulent hissing and keening of the younger | |
| kids’ Vesuvius Fountains and Whistling Chasers that enlightened Lee Bob: | |
| he hated the Fourth of July because it sounded like getting up in the | |
| morning. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Brenda A. Getsinger | |
| location: 'Lawrenceville, GA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| She walked around the corner and caught Big Jake ripping his boot off | |
| with his teeth once again and she could just hear the words in his | |
| growl, “What moron ever thought it was a good idea to put boots on a | |
| dog?!” | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: James Pokines | |
| location: 'Hickam AFB, HI' | |
| quote: >- | |
| “They say danger is the most compelling emotion of them all,” purred | |
| Evangeline Jones, my trench coat-clad one-time arch-nemesis, with | |
| something like a trace of real regret, if by trace you mean drawn | |
| through a translucent piece of paper over another piece of paper, that | |
| other piece of paper being the regret she was copying, like a petulant | |
| school-girl with her daddy’s knives and too much time on her hands in a | |
| poorly-lit balloon factory. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Joel Rodrigue | |
| location: 'Kingston, Ontario' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Listless, Dr. Jekyl returned home to sift through an endless sea of | |
| undergraduate term papers, stacks of late of credit card bills, and a | |
| pile of crusty week-old dishes, but his mind was back in the laboratory, | |
| where earlier that same day his one and only dream had come to a sudden | |
| end, his prized experiment had failed miserably and he finally had to | |
| accept the fact that frozen pizza would never be any good and there was | |
| nothing science could do about it. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Debra Rosenfeld | |
| location: 'San Mateo, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| “All rise,” said the Judge of The Company vs. Workers’ Comp., “except | |
| for those with tendonitis, eyestrain, headaches, neck pain, pinched | |
| nerves, carpal tunnel syndrome, repetitive stress injuries, lumbosacral | |
| sprain, ruptured disks, temporomandibular joint pain, chronic fatigue | |
| syndrome, traumatic brain injuries, Axis II mental disorders, smoke | |
| inhalation, amputations, electrocutions, Gulf War Syndrome, Agent Orange | |
| exposure, anthrax poisoning, or | |
| pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis,” leaving only the two | |
| Workers’ Comp. lawyers standing in the courtroom, looking sheepishly at | |
| their feet. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Marina Salazarm | |
| location: 'New York, NY' | |
| quote: >- | |
| There was a time when she did not relate to life as though it were on | |
| the other side of a mesh screen on which she would press her nose close, | |
| inhale dust that was embedded in the corners of the little squares in | |
| the grid, sneeze, and back away. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Sander van Daatselaar | |
| location: 'Amsterdam, The Netherlands' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As Professor Wincklespoon took a sip from his coffee, craving the | |
| caffeine that scalding hot water had seduced from the beans, his eyes | |
| fell on an old equation he had written down years ago, metaphorically | |
| speaking, for the falling of his eyes should not be taken literally, and | |
| suddenly it struck him, as if his mind had been cleared by the same | |
| stormy wind that had brought a dark cloud overhead, two million volts of | |
| electricity from that same cloud and gone were the man and his equation, | |
| the solution to the theory of everything. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Brook Sprague | |
| location: 'Coeur d’Alene, Idaho' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Throwing his moccasined feet forward with the delicate assurance of a | |
| skilled tracker, Silver Cloud Stevens paused to cautiously swing a | |
| flaxen braid over his manly right shoulder, and in that brief pause | |
| became intensely and intoxicatingly aware of the one sixtieth Navajo | |
| blood surging through his veins and steering him toward the grey SUV he | |
| had earlier nestled somewhere in the vast metallic foliage of the mall | |
| parking lot; his instincts whispered “Row J, near the Cinnabon.” | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Mona E. Xu | |
| location: 'Forest Hills, NY' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was then that Caroline remembered her kitchen back in Montana, with a | |
| stove that she might or might not have turned off, and so with a heavy | |
| sigh, she put down the penguin. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Julie Stangeland | |
| location: 'Wichita, KS' | |
| quote: >- | |
| You don’t know about me vitout you have read a book – vell, to tell da | |
| trute, you vouldn’t know me anyvay, because no book is out dere already | |
| dat tells about my earlier vacky adwentures vit anudder kid; so vat I’m | |
| gonna do is describe to you here in my wery own vinsomely vhimsical | |
| dialect da yootful escapades of yours truly, a scrappy liddle Norvegian, | |
| radder dan dose of some scrappy liddle Finn. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Ian Monteith | |
| location: 'Regina, Saskatchewan' | |
| quote: >- | |
| “Uncle Albert!” shrieked the chubby-faced cherub of a niece who dashed | |
| excitedly through the parlor, leaping toward the arms of her favorite | |
| relative, until stopped abruptly by the sliding glass door she had | |
| failed to notice, leaving her for a moment curiously suspended in space | |
| like a happy, golden-curled pancake with special anti-gravity powers, | |
| before slipping slowly to the floor. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Nicole Dixon | |
| location: 'New Haven, CT' | |
| quote: >- | |
| “If I may beg your pardon, my dear lady, I happened to catch your eye | |
| from across the room and I was entranced by the beauty therein, the pure | |
| and unveiled light of honesty flashing bravely at me, the sweet coyness | |
| couched in the depths of your green iris like a dolphin in the sea, the | |
| smooth marble of your soul in my hand which drew me hither to you,” said | |
| the dark stranger, returning the glass orb to his hostess, who | |
| gratefully popped it back in place with a soft sucking sound. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Thomas Fox | |
| location: 'Riverdale, New York' | |
| quote: >- | |
| And so rosy-fingered Dawn awakened him, first with light | |
| counterclockwise strokes, then with gentle kneading, and finally with | |
| relentless ticklings that made him rue ever buying her finger paint. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Mary Gibson | |
| location: 'San Juan Bautista, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| “No use crying over spilt milk” she laughed as she handed him a paper | |
| towel to clean up the milk from the toppled carton, which had, in a | |
| torrent, poured across the table (a gray formica and chrome art deco | |
| reproduction), slowing to a trickle by the time it came to the edge, | |
| where it finally dripped to the floor, the droplets exploding on contact | |
| and looking like those in the photograph in that old advertisement for | |
| the Milk Advisory Board. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Wendy Chatley Green | |
| location: 'Lexington, KY' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Jenny’s water broke at the most inopportune time – just as her daughter | |
| was rounding third base in her first tee-ball game, pigtails flying | |
| backwards under her batting helmet, pudgy legs piston-like in her bright | |
| blue baggy nylon shorts, the coach yelling “Run! Run!” in the same | |
| rhythm that Jenny’s husband had used when he impregnated her and with | |
| which he urged “Breathe! Breathe!” during their Lamaze class. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Hilja Stöber | |
| location: 'Berlin, Germany' | |
| quote: >- | |
| To put it in a nutshell – though, not an ordinary hazelnut-shell, | |
| because this would be far too small – and not a walnut-shell either, | |
| though it is bigger in size but too rounded – unfortunately, a cashew | |
| nut is too crooked – a peanut would come pretty close in length but it | |
| is too narrow – a chestnut has too odd a form to be suitable – and a | |
| Brazil nut is too unknown and not suitable either – it is more or less a | |
| complete virtual nutshell I am talking about: to put it in such a | |
| nutshell this story has nothing to do with nuts at all. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Alissa King | |
| location: 'St. Helens, OR' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Lady Eva floated down the stairs like a luminescent ghost with lush, | |
| over-ripe, jungle-berry scented décolletage, surveyed the room, pausing | |
| momentarily to brush a yogurt splotch from her vintage Dolce and Gabbana | |
| velvet bodice, and then boldly approached Lord McCreary, whose bald pate | |
| gleamed like the Grand Prize trophy of the ninth annual Oregon Trail | |
| Lanes League Bowling Competition. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: David Kinzel | |
| location: 'Billerica, MA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Green, not blue as for some who stare endlessly in to sky or out to sea, | |
| gaping to find some thing of interest backlit by azure or cerulean or | |
| buried in navy or cobalt, nor red as for those who would scan field and | |
| forest for smudges of scarlet or crimson, for smears of cherry or ruby, | |
| nor yet yellow as for others who all their lives lust for gold or long | |
| for blond, nor even purple as for some who think God feloniously | |
| offended should they not notice violet or lilac, lavender or plum, is my | |
| second favorite color. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Mrs. Juliet Toland | |
| location: 'Muang, Phuket, Thailand' | |
| quote: >- | |
| “Mummy’s gone to Paris to buy hats, and Daddy’s pranged the Bentley,” | |
| Fiona responded with a mélange of wry acceptance and distant promise, | |
| her ring-less fingers playing slippily on the moist champagne flute in a | |
| way that suggested to the normally jaded Sir Jeremy far more than merely | |
| imbibing Bucks Fizz . | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Lindsay Robertson | |
| location: 'Brookyln, NY' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The moon looked like a discarded toenail clipping submersed in a puddle | |
| of saliva on a black formica countertop. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Cynthia Mizner Walgren | |
| location: 'Chadron, NE' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Having opened my 40th birthday present from my husband – a kitchen | |
| window fan – and now on my way to the bakery to pick up my cake, I | |
| started thinking: What if I get hit in this intersection, and, struck | |
| with amnesia, I hobble to the edge of the highway, hungry and confused, | |
| and am picked up by a lonely trucker headed for McDonald’s and since I | |
| have no memory, I’ve forgotten I hate McDonald’s, so I hop in, and he – | |
| just thankful for the company – figures I’m a middle-aged housewife | |
| looking for love in all the wrong places and he’s got several of them? | |
| '2003': | |
| - category: Grand Prize | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Ms. Mariann Simms | |
| location: 'Wetumpka, AL' | |
| quote: >- | |
| They had but one last remaining night together, so they embraced each | |
| other as tightly as that two-flavor entwined string cheese that is | |
| orange and yellowish-white, the orange probably being a bland Cheddar | |
| and the white … Mozzarella, although it could possibly be Provolone or | |
| just plain American, as it really doesn’t taste distinctly dissimilar | |
| from the orange, yet they would have you believe it does by coloring it | |
| differently. | |
| - category: Grand Prize | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: John Dotson (U.S. Naval Officer) | |
| location: 'Arlington, VA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The flock of geese flew overhead in a “V” formation – not in an | |
| old-fashioned-looking Times New Roman kind of a “V”, branched out | |
| slightly at the two opposite arms at the top of the “V”, nor in a more | |
| modern-looking, straight and crisp, linear Arial sort of “V” (although | |
| since they were flying, Arial might have been appropriate), but in a | |
| slightly asymmetric, tilting off-to-one-side sort of italicized Courier | |
| New-like “V” – and LaFonte knew that he was just the type of man to know | |
| the difference. | |
| - category: Grand Prize | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Randy Groom | |
| location: 'Visalia, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Colin grabbed the switchgear and slammed the spritely Vauxhall Vixen | |
| into a lower gear as he screamed through the roundabout heading toward | |
| the familiar pink rowhouse in Puking-On-The-Wold, his mind filled with | |
| the image of his comely Olive, dressed in some lacy underthing, waiting | |
| on the couch with only a smile and a cucumber sandwich, hoping that his | |
| lunch hour would provide sufficient time for both a naughty little romp | |
| and a digestive biscuit. | |
| - category: Grand Prize | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Paul Jeffery | |
| location: 'Oxford, England' | |
| quote: >- | |
| His knowing brown eyes held her gaze for a seeming eternity, his | |
| powerful arms clasped her slim body in an irresistible embrace, and from | |
| his broad, hairy chest a primal smell of “male” tantalized her nostrils; | |
| “Looks like another long night in the ape house” thought veterinarian | |
| Abigail Brown as she gingerly reached for the constipated gorilla’s | |
| suppository. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Cindy Erickson Gilman | |
| location: 'Mission Viejo, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It wasn’t the desolate remoteness of the campsite that bothered him, or | |
| even the terrifying roar of the rapids beating themselves against solid | |
| granite below, so much as the eerie sound of pigs squealing in the | |
| distance and the fact that, in this light, cousin Billy looked | |
| disturbingly like Ned Beatty. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Chuck Keelan & Stern Stewart | |
| location: New York | |
| quote: >- | |
| On the fourth day of his exploration of the Amazon, Byron climbed out of | |
| his inner tube, checked the latest news on his personal digital | |
| assistant (hereafter PDA) outfitted with wireless technology, and | |
| realized that the gnawing he felt in his stomach was not fear – no, he | |
| was not afraid, rather elated – nor was it tension – no, he was actually | |
| rather relaxed – so it was in all probability a parasite. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Lynne Sella | |
| location: 'Susanville, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The Prince looked down at the motionless form of Sleeping Beauty, | |
| wondering how her supple lips would feel against his own and | |
| contemplating whether or not an Altoid was strong enough to stand up | |
| against the kind of morning breath only a hundred year’s nap could | |
| create. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Alan Campbell | |
| location: 'Edinburgh, Scotland' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Detective Inspector Mike Norman slipped six fingers into his overcoat | |
| pocket, five of them clad in a latex glove and attached to his palm, | |
| while the sixth was wrapped in a plastic evidence bag and apparently | |
| belonged to the kidnapped pianist Ricardo Moore, or, as it now seemed | |
| likely, the kidnapped ex-pianist Ricardo Moore. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Robert Salsbury | |
| location: 'Veradale, WA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Mac was the crustiest ex-LAPD homicide detective with three ex-wives, | |
| two mortgages, a greedy daughter wasting time at college, a gay son | |
| playing acid-blues punk in some Sacramento dive, and a liver that had | |
| been bitch slapped by cheap vodka so many times it looked like a bag of | |
| yellow fat, who ever walked into my floral and gift shop. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Harry H. Buerkett | |
| location: 'Urbana, IL' | |
| quote: >- | |
| They say she carried her own warmth around with her, like one of those | |
| thermoregulating arctic mammals, say, a polar bear, or a baby harp seal | |
| (though not a penguin, which is antarctic, anyway, and not a mammal, but | |
| a bird), but she wasn’t fat or blubbery, which makes it all the more | |
| unbelievable why anyone would have wanted to club her to death for her | |
| fur coat, which wasn’t even white, I’m told, but black. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Karen Clark | |
| location: 'Barkers Creek, Victoria, Australia' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Had Dorothy known Duncan was a psychopath who would seduce, then | |
| brutally murder her, and that her best friend Dana, a forensic | |
| pathologist would investigate her death and also fall in love with him, | |
| but be saved just in time by Dwayne, her much maligned colleague, | |
| perhaps she wouldn’t have bought him that Screwdriver. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Vincent M. Zito | |
| location: 'Monroe, CT' | |
| quote: >- | |
| He knew that, at most, he had five seconds left to live, one | |
| one-thousand, two one-thousand, the gun barrel pointing at his face like | |
| a scolding finger, three Mississippi, four Mississippi, the hired | |
| assassin Ricardo’s grip tightening on the trigger, five white elephants | |
| SIX white elephants, and then a bright blast of light as he wondered | |
| which was really the most accurate way to count five seconds. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Chris Esco | |
| location: 'Miami, FL' | |
| quote: >- | |
| I’d stumbled onto solving my first murder case, having found myself the | |
| only eyewitness, yet no matter how frantically I pleaded with John Law | |
| that the perp was right in front of them and the very dame they’d been | |
| grilling – the sultry but devious Miss Kitwinkle, who played the | |
| grieving patsy the way a concert pianist player plays a piano – the cops | |
| just kept smiling and stuffing crackers in my beak. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Theresa Olin | |
| location: 'Nineveh, NY' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The sobering scene was laid out before Detective Robinson like a | |
| centerfold spread in Better Homes and Gardens or Martha Stewart Living, | |
| if the splayed bodies could be considered home furnishings such as | |
| hand-knotted 100% wool Tibetan area rugs or allergy-free hypodown throw | |
| pillows stuffed with European goose down and the blood on the walls had | |
| been a carefully spattered burnt vermillion latex paint for a classic | |
| aged or contemporary Jackson Pollock-like finish. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Dot Young | |
| location: 'Garland, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Raul strode through the dark night, his way lit by twinkling stars as if | |
| the gods at some celestial concert were all flicking their lighters at | |
| the same time in appreciation of the drum solo-like beat of his boot | |
| heels against the pavement, occasionally accompanied by the | |
| steel-brush-on-a-cymbal sound of a splash as he kicked through a puddle, | |
| the plip-plop of water dripping from leaves like someone playing | |
| staccato on a two-note piano gone flat, and the wind blowing a bluesy | |
| tissue-paper-on-comb harmonica through the trees. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Peter L. Belmonte | |
| location: 'Altus AFB, OK' | |
| quote: >- | |
| There was no question about it, my computer was locked up like a crazy | |
| aunt in a dark, secluded attic, or like the brakes on my ‘73 Chevy | |
| Impala on a rainy day when my wife is driving the kids to origami | |
| lessons and is running late because Isaiah, my son, made a fuss at the | |
| last minute and refused to be put into his car seat. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Debra Allen | |
| location: 'Wichita Falls, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The sun rose over the horizon like a great big radioactive baby’s head | |
| with a bad sunburn but then again it might just have been that Lisa was | |
| always cranky this early in the morning. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: A. Caywood | |
| location: 'Hermantown, MN' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The rhythmic breathing of my companion was interrupted violently by a | |
| fit of coughing, causing the peace of the early morning to be ripped | |
| from me as if Richard Simmons had charged into my bedroom in his | |
| be-sequined health fervor and started Sweating to the Oldies on the end | |
| of my bed. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Bob F. Bledsoe | |
| location: 'Austin, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| T’asha lay in bed musing at the slight wrinkles in the down comforter | |
| which like waves in a gently wind-blown semi-calm sea heaved gently as | |
| she moved her legs under the cover and alternately wiggled her toes, | |
| causing a rogue ripple to course across the bed and die against the | |
| shore of the pillow. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Susan Walterhouse | |
| location: 'Weeping Water, NE' | |
| quote: >- | |
| She’d been to Boulder, she’d seen Stonehenge, Rocky Bluffs was a distant | |
| memory, and now, as she rocked out to the music blaring from her gem of | |
| a radio, traveling over the gravel road to the Solid Rock cafe, she | |
| pondered the dusty past, and finally Sandy realized that the greatest | |
| achievement was passing her kidney stone. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Andrew Emlen | |
| location: 'Skamokawa, WA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Anton was attracted to Angela like a moth to a flame – not just any | |
| moth, but one of the giant silk moths of the genus Hyalophora, perhaps | |
| Hyalophora euryalus, whose great red-brown wings with white basal and | |
| postmedian lines flap almost languorously until one ignites in the | |
| flame, fanning the conflagration to ever greater heights until burning | |
| down to the hirsute thorax and abdomen, the fat-laden contents of which | |
| provide a satisfying sizzle to end the agony. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: J. J. McClanahan | |
| location: 'Tyrone, GA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| She lay next to him that night, regretting sleeping with another while | |
| they were broken up, knowing she had done nothing wrong but feeling | |
| vaguely unclean, like freshly washed, once-folded laundry that has been | |
| shoved off the bed onto the floor and slept on by the dog. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: I’m in no mood for a struggle tonight | |
| location: >- | |
| ” rolled from Jean-Pierre’s lips like a bowling ball shooting up the | |
| return ramp, only to slow itself abruptly at the top before ka-whonking! | |
| into the balls already lined up there like all the lines she had heard | |
| before, and Sylvia knew at last that all the good ones were not married, | |
| gay, or in Mexican prisons. — James Pokines, Hickam AFB, HI | |
| quote: “Bring a bottle of wine and wear something uncomplicated | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Patricia Benedict | |
| location: 'Calgary, Alberta, Canada' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Chloe hated the way the mud squished up between the toes of her | |
| Birkenstocks like cappuccino-colored bog-ooze, as she ran to meet Teddy, | |
| who hated her Birkenstocks anyway, and would complain bitterly about her | |
| soggy feet as they shared some stolen moments in the back of his | |
| ice-cream truck. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Brian Tacang | |
| location: 'El Prado, NM' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The ballerina stood on point, her toes curled like shrimp, not | |
| deep-fried shrimp because, as brittle as they are, they would have | |
| cracked under the pressure, but tender ebi-kind-of-shrimp, pink and | |
| luscious as a Tokyo sunset, wondering if her lover was in the Ginza, | |
| wooing the geisha with eyes reminiscent of roe, which she liked better | |
| than ebi anyway. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Michael Minihan | |
| location: 'Johns Hill, Waterford, Ireland' | |
| quote: >- | |
| There was something unnerving about the way Jim looked at Doris that | |
| day, something which made her tremble, which brought back painful | |
| childhood memories of a boat trip off the coast of Western Finland | |
| flooding back like a flood, flowing back, onto a boat, oh, you see why | |
| it was so difficult for her to get the memories out of her head once | |
| they had flowed in there. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Deanna Stewart | |
| location: 'Austin, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Charles thought Stephanie was at her most attractive when she was | |
| irritated – lips pursed, cheeks flushed, and eyes flashing, though not | |
| so much like lightning flashing as like a spark of static electricity | |
| from touching a fluffy cat after shuffling across plush carpet in a | |
| cold, dark room. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Nicholas R. Eaton | |
| location: 'Saint Charles, MO' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Although Sara could believe the brassiere she had found was from a | |
| mix-up at the laundromat, that the lipstick on Bill’s collar really had | |
| been from a cramped elevator, that the stiletto heel was indeed | |
| something the cat dragged in, when she pulled Chloe’s unmistakable | |
| prosthetic arm from under the bed, she realized she had been played for | |
| a fool. | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Mark Silcox | |
| location: 'Auburn, AL' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Colonel Cleatus Yorbville had been one seriously bored astronaut for the | |
| first few months of his diplomatic mission on the third planet of the | |
| Frangelicus XIV system, but all that had changed on the day he’d | |
| discovered that his tiny, multipedal and infinitely hospitable alien | |
| hosts were not only edible but tasted remarkably like that stuff that’s | |
| left on the pan after you’ve made cinnamon buns and burned them a | |
| little. | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Jim Sheppeck II | |
| location: 'Newtown, PA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| “Theeeey’re here!” whispered Billy Joe under his foul breath through | |
| yellowed teeth as brilliant white light permeated all of the windows of | |
| his trailer, and he flashed back to fragmented recollections of the | |
| previous four abductions – the questions, the pain, the probe – which he | |
| was powerless to stop but this time was better prepared for, having just | |
| finished a seventh bean burrito, a case of Bud, and four packs of Pop | |
| Rocks. | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Wendy Burt | |
| location: 'Colorado Springs, CO' | |
| quote: >- | |
| She fumbled for her laser gun, knowing that the alien was eager to | |
| ravage her, unlike Captain Johnson, who wanted to take things slow since | |
| he was coming off the heels of a very painful divorce. | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Geoff Blackwell | |
| location: 'Bundaberg, QLD, Australia' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Brock de-holstered his Maxi-Hurt 3000 phaser and blasted off the | |
| Narguwullian trooper’s head, the way a teenager pops the head off a zit, | |
| except of course on a much larger scale because those Narguwullians are | |
| big suckers, and although Brock had personally had some door stoppers in | |
| his teenage years, most zits aren’t twelve feet high, blue, and liable | |
| to rip your arms off if you look at them the wrong way, and are also | |
| much less inclined to leave a mess on the flight deck. | |
| - category: Spy Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Loren Haarsma | |
| location: 'Grand Rapids, MI' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Standing in the concessions car of the Orient Express as it hissed and | |
| lurched away from the station, Special Agent Chu could feel enemy eyes | |
| watching him from the inky shadows and knew that he was being tested, | |
| for although he had never tasted a plug of tobacco in his life, he was | |
| impersonating an arms dealer known to be a connoisseur, so he knew that | |
| he, the Chosen One, Chow Chu, had no choice but to choose the choicest | |
| chew on the choo-choo. | |
| - category: Spy Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Patrick Bomgardner | |
| location: 'Baltimore, MD' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was a bright, beautiful day in Baltimore – not one of those dark and | |
| stormy nights in a land far away where no normal person could ever have | |
| lived because it was inhabited by evil sorcerers and fire-breathing | |
| dragons – so Forbes MacVain decided to eat his tuna sandwich on a bench | |
| overlooking the Inner Harbor while he waited for Yuri to make the dead | |
| drop. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Andrew Vincent | |
| location: 'Cheltenham, Gloucestershire, England' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The Insect Keeper General, sitting astride his giant hovering aphid, | |
| surveyed the battlefield which reeked with the stench of decay and | |
| resonated with the low drone of the tattered and dying mutant swarms as | |
| their legs kicked forlornly at the sky before turning to his master and | |
| saying, “My Lord, your flies are undone.” | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Miltiades Mandros | |
| location: 'Oakland, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The ancient Peruvian Airlines DC-3 lumbered slowly over the snow-capped | |
| peaks far below as Gunderson turned to Ricketts and marveled at how | |
| their avian import business “Incahoots” had led them once again to the | |
| far reaches of South America in search of the elusive gray-spotted owl. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Jay Dardenne | |
| location: 'Baton Rouge, LA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The final auction item in the estate was the electric home in the frozen | |
| tundra, often referred to as “the top of the world,” even though the | |
| world doesn’t really have a top (or a bottom for that matter), and it | |
| was expected that Mrs. Claus, a pleasantly plump lady who smelled of | |
| cookie dough, would again have to outbid the jovial fat man’s former | |
| employees to purchase his assets, that is until the gavel fell and the | |
| auctioneer announced solemnly, “The elves have left the building.” | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Brian Racher | |
| location: '01170 CESSY, France' | |
| quote: >- | |
| When the noisy parrots took flight Dark Vador leapt from the sylvan | |
| shadows brandishing his exterminator pod and mercilessly sprayed the | |
| flock with its sizzling lethal rays, and as the silent spiraling cloud | |
| of bright green feathers floated to the ground he hissed, “I hate sky | |
| squawkers!” | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Brad Jolly | |
| location: 'Longmont, CO' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Sarah felt bored and unsatisfied, even though her job as a nurse’s aide | |
| included helping patients and keeping track of the billiards equipment | |
| in the recreation room at the Venereal Disease Treatment Center, and she | |
| wondered what her mother had been thinking all those years when she | |
| repeatedly told her that a young lady should mind herpes and cues. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Tracy Edmondson | |
| location: 'Austin, Texas' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The Hoss eyed the deserted town square like a hungry mother vulture | |
| hoping to catch a decaying carcass to feed her squawking young, for he | |
| knew that as sure as a norther would blow in from the Rockies, though | |
| actually the northers in these parts were usually coming from Canada, | |
| sort of up around Lethbridge but not all the way to Banff, he knew that | |
| Jimmy One-Tooth and his band of toughs would be back for their gold. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Greg Eastwood | |
| location: 'Menora, Western Australia' | |
| quote: >- | |
| When Jimmy walked into the saloon the entire bar stopped and stared for | |
| here was the only cowboy who could wear pants as white as the marrow | |
| found in the neck of a well-roasted sheep, one that had been bled | |
| properly first, not like the ones you get now. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Sarah Harris | |
| location: 'White Rock, NM' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was almost a dark and stormy night – not dark or stormy enough to be | |
| called that but just the kind of sweaty night that makes your shirt | |
| stick to your back and make you wish you were still at home with the air | |
| conditioning and eating pig skins and watching the Martha Stewart trial | |
| on T.V. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Jan Socie | |
| location: Campbell CA | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was a barky and wormy night at Dr. Kilmore’s 24-Hour Veterinary | |
| Emporium when, right in the middle of his 3:00 AM stool watch, Alberto | |
| suddenly realized that, pound for pound, Shih-Tzus swallow more tennis | |
| bracelets than most dogs twice their size. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Anna Rotenberg | |
| location: 'Sao Paulo, Brazil' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was a dark and stormy night and the enormous orb spider-web, lodged | |
| betwixt gigantic branches of the ancient oak, twinkled and sparkled | |
| whenever lightning coruscated through the firmament, resembling an | |
| ectoplasmic pizza studded with a million round, well cut, D, 50pt, FL | |
| diamonds, so utterly beautiful any couturier would give his soul, or | |
| even pay a small fortune, to be able to wrap it gracefully around the | |
| skeletal body of a supermodel. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Lawrence Person | |
| location: 'Austin, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| After escaping the clutches of that crazy cult, it was going to take | |
| more money than that to start a new life, but still, for one day’s work, | |
| 30 pieces of silver wasn’t bad. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Sian Arthur | |
| location: 'London, England' | |
| quote: >- | |
| When the time came for Timothy to fly the nest, he felt the best years | |
| of his life were ahead of him, if only because he had spent the | |
| childhood ones living in a nest. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Randy Blanton | |
| location: 'Murfreesboro, TN' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Head Coach Adams found himself in a quandary as he looked at the | |
| scoreboard and saw that his team was going to win 41-13, and he | |
| whispered to Phillips, who was the defensive coordinator, “I really | |
| don’t know why the team plays so much better on grass, but it’s obvious | |
| they do, so, for the sake of winning and our jobs, do I just turn a | |
| blind eye and a deaf ear to their red eyes and constant laughter?” | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Melina Costello | |
| location: 'Portland, OR' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As Rachel glared at Clarissa dancing in her smart gilt cage, her jutting | |
| decolletage going bubbuda bubbuda to the throbbing disco beat, Rachel | |
| clutched the lamb shishkebab skewer she had hidden in her purse, a | |
| weapon she now intended to use on Clarissa with deadly force once she | |
| dislodged the last piece of Vidalia onion which stubbornly clung to it. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Milinda Banerjee | |
| location: 'Kolkata, West Bengal, India' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was from the primeval wellspring of an antediluvian passion that my | |
| story arises which, like the round earth flattened on a map, is but a | |
| linear projection of an otherwise periphrastic and polyphiloprogenitive, | |
| non-planar, non-didactic, self-inverting construction whose obscurantist | |
| geotropic liminality is beyond reasonable doubt. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Celeste Carano | |
| location: 'Dublin, OH' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Struggling helplessly against the iron-clad clasp of the cruel and | |
| unforgiving handcuffs, Penelope Innes stared into the eyes of her | |
| remorseless sibling and bravely stated, “I’ll never clean the bathrooms | |
| for you, nor aid you in any of your chores.” | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Marsha Engelbrecht | |
| location: 'Lafayette, LA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Our story begins in the farthest reaches of the frozen tundra where, due | |
| to the axillary convergence of the solar angle of incidence and the | |
| latitudinal reflective attitude of the quiescent magnetospheric | |
| photoreceptors, it stays light for a really long time. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Eileen Ostrow Feldman | |
| location: 'Oakland, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Holly had reached the age and level of maturity to comprehend the | |
| emotional nuances of Thomas Wolfe’s assertion “you can’t go home again,” | |
| but in her case it was even more poignant because there was no home to | |
| return to: her parents had separated, sold the house, euthanized Bowser, | |
| and disowned Holly for dropping out of high school to marry that | |
| 43-year-old manager of Trailer Town in Idaho – and even their trailer | |
| wasn’t a place she could call home because it was only a summer sublet. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Walter Hamp | |
| location: 'Sierra Vista, AZ' | |
| quote: >- | |
| On holiday in Paris, France, we watched the Parisians sing and dance and | |
| soon they made us feel so good we fell into the festive mood of that | |
| city’s cheerful pace that keeps a smile upon your face where there’s | |
| such a lot to do and see, but it’s hard to find a place to pee. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Arthur Helm | |
| location: Tucson AZ | |
| quote: >- | |
| With a shriek like a damned soul tormented by a thousand devils, or by | |
| one really mean devil, not the underachiever kind that just stands idly | |
| around occasionally providing a pitchfork poke to a soul turning on a | |
| spit, but more like the kind that ducks ahead of you into Hell’s only | |
| 10-items-or-less aisle with thirteen items and spends all eternity | |
| paying for them with an out-of-state check while standing on your toe | |
| the whole time with his cloven hoof, yeah, that kind of devil, and that | |
| kind of shriek: the vegetable-grater jammed on a particularly burly | |
| spud. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Brad Jolly | |
| location: 'Longmont, CO' | |
| quote: >- | |
| When Red Murphy was named Coach of the Year, nobody was surprised, for | |
| Red had taken a last-place baseball team and made them into champions in | |
| just one year, and people said he turned more L’s into W’s than anybody | |
| since Barbara Walters tried to read the “Luke Luck licks lakes” pages in | |
| Dr. Seuss’ “Fox in Socks.” | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Beth Knutson | |
| location: 'Coon Rapids, MN' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Jane was toast, and not the light buttery kind, nay, she was the kind | |
| that’s been charred and blackened in the bottom of the toaster and has | |
| to be thrown a away because no matter how much of the burnt part you | |
| scrape off with a knife, there’s always more blackened toast beneath, | |
| the kind that not even starving birds in winter will eat, that kind of | |
| toast. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Deanna Ledgett | |
| location: 'Riverside, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Outside, the rain fell ceaselessly, making a hollow sound on the old | |
| slate roof – thwack, thwack, thwack – as the bare branches of the | |
| ancient tree clawed at the panes of the mullioned window – scritch, | |
| scritch, scritch – and the broken gate repeatedly slammed the gate post | |
| – clack, clack, clack – while inside Edgar Blackmoor and his | |
| apple-cheeked young cousin, Annabelle Gray, watched the old German clock | |
| – tick, tick, tick – had their milk and tea – sip, sip, sip – and | |
| diverted themselves with endless games of whist – slap, slap, slap. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Malinda Lingwall | |
| location: 'Bloomington, IN' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As she contemplated the setting sun, its dying rays casting the last of | |
| their brilliant purple light on the red-gold waters of the lake, Debbie | |
| realized that she should never again buy her sunglasses from a guy | |
| parked by the side of the road. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Elizabeth Metz | |
| location: 'Cincinnati, OH' | |
| quote: >- | |
| I won’t delay this story with any fancy “Once upon a time” nonsense, | |
| preferring to dive right in, like Pete Rose bowling over Ray Fosse at | |
| home plate in the 1970 All-Star game at Riverfront Stadium, erupting a | |
| controversy over the point of the All-Star contest since that infamous | |
| slide did end Fosse’s season and compromise his career in a seemingly | |
| pointless exhibition game, which was nothing compared to the subsequent | |
| controversies surrounding Charlie Hustle’s tax fraud, betting habits, | |
| and haircuts. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Joanne Morcom | |
| location: 'Calgary, Alberta' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Our story begins, as very few do, in the small but diabolically clever | |
| town of Torrington, Alberta, where the Gopher Hole Museum, displaying 71 | |
| adorable yet eerie stuffed gophers dressed up to resemble the | |
| townspeople, has attracted so many tourists that when a Torrington home | |
| goes on the market, it sells in less than six years. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Brian Nash | |
| location: 'Derry, NH' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Penny was always there for me even when she was somewhere else because | |
| we – Penny and me – were literally, though not really, two peas in a | |
| pod: round, green – the naïve kind – and overall, well, pea-like; and | |
| whilst our un-leguminous domicile was not pod-like, it was padlocked. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Caleb Ronsen | |
| location: 'Kenmore, NY' | |
| quote: >- | |
| And thus spake the Lord unto Saint Dominic, who is numbered among the | |
| lands as a baker above bakers, and said, “Ye shall bake it, and the span | |
| of the crust shall be one span, and the thickness of the crust shall be | |
| as of a thumb and the sauce shall be of fresh tomatoes for canned are | |
| anathema unto My sight and the pepperoni shall be sliced thin and be of | |
| meat from an animal that moos and thou shalt not use the meat of the pig | |
| nor mix it with pineapple nor Spam nor shall ye use anchovies strong | |
| enough to maketh even the angels gag and thou shalt deliver it anon | |
| thirty minutes or else it shall be free.” | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Barry J. Drucker | |
| location: 'Wildwood, MO' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As darkening shadows skittered tentatively (yet progressively) atop the | |
| rainforest canopy the way telemarketers do when they know you’re on a | |
| no-call list, the proud parrot pondered avian atavism: “descendant of | |
| vicious Velociraptors, I am become the Chicken Kiev of the jungle, a | |
| curious cocktail of predator and prey;” and in the night, a jaguar | |
| howled like Godzilla on helium – the bird stirred, but was not shaken. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Rebecca Nagy | |
| location: 'Hilliard, OH' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Harold Goldfinch froze, his fierce pride at having placed the last brick | |
| on what would now be known as the biggest Lego metropolis ever built by | |
| one man melting into terror, as from somewhere in the blue plastic | |
| streets below him a tiny voice called out, “Hey buddy, where can a guy | |
| get a drink in this four-color town?” | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Lou A. Waller | |
| location: 'Norman, OK' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As Fiona slowly drew the heavy velvet curtain aside, her eyes smoldered | |
| black, deep, and dark as inside the lungs of a coal miner, although it | |
| would be black in anyone’s lungs if you could get in there because there | |
| wouldn’t be any light, even in the pink ones of people who don’t smoke. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: David Kenyon | |
| location: 'Toronto, Ontario' | |
| quote: >- | |
| “Failure” was simply not a word that would ever cross the lips of Miss | |
| Evelyn Duberry, mainly because Evelyn, a haughty socialite with fire-red | |
| hair and a coltish gait, could pronounce neither the letters “f” nor “r” | |
| as a result of an unfortunate kissing gesture made many years earlier | |
| toward her beloved childhood parrot, Snippy. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Geoff Alnutt | |
| location: 'Philadelphia, PA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It wasn’t the first time Dame Harriet Bundt had discovered a corpse in | |
| someone’s drawing room, the head turned in a horribly bizarre, | |
| unnatural, rictus-induced pose (so that she quietly retched into the | |
| silent butler) and the teeny-weeny hole exactly four millimeters above | |
| the right eye that had once oozed the bright red stuff of life, but | |
| which now was as hard and brittle as the rock candy her grandfather used | |
| to surprise her with every Wednesday, and it certainly wouldn’t be the | |
| last. | |
| '2004': | |
| - category: Grand Prize | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Dave Zobel | |
| location: 'Manhattan Beach, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| She resolved to end the love affair with Ramon tonight … summarily, like | |
| Martha Stewart ripping the sand vein out of a shrimp’s tail … though the | |
| term “love affair” now struck her as a ridiculous euphemism … not unlike | |
| “sand vein,” which is after all an intestine, not a vein … and that | |
| tarry substance inside certainly isn’t sand … and that brought her back | |
| to Ramon. | |
| - category: Grand Prize | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Pamela Patchet | |
| location: 'Hamilton Beaconsfield, Quebec, Canada' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The notion that they would no longer be a couple dashed Helen’s hopes | |
| and scrambled her thoughts not unlike the time her sleeve caught the | |
| edge of the open egg carton and the contents hit the floor like fragile | |
| things hitting cold tiles, more pitiable because they were the expensive | |
| organic brown eggs from free-range chickens, and one of them clearly had | |
| double yolks entwined in one sac just the way Helen and Richard used to | |
| be. | |
| - category: Grand Prize | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Jeanne Villa | |
| location: 'Novato, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| She sipped her latte gracefully, unaware of the milk foam droplets | |
| building on her mustache, which was not the peachy-fine baby fuzz that | |
| Nordic girls might have, but a really dense, dark, hirsute lip-lining | |
| row of fur common to southern Mediterranean ladies nearing menopause, | |
| and winked at the obviously charmed Spaniard at the next table. | |
| - category: Grand Prize | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Lyman Littlefield | |
| location: >- | |
| “Sights from the Long Tree”, Nauvoo Times and Seasons (November 15, | |
| 1841) | |
| quote: >- | |
| ‘Twas morning – the sun rose under the brightest auspices, and the thin, | |
| vaporous clouds that flitted in the heavens, continued gradually to flee | |
| away before the gentle morning breeze, that seemed wont to greet their | |
| golden visages with the soft rustle of its dewy wings – until not a | |
| hand’s breadth of them were seen remaining to mar the spotless beauty of | |
| the ethereal blue. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Siew-Fong Yiap | |
| location: 'Kowloon, Hong Kong' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The legend about Padre Castillo’s gold being buried deep in the | |
| Blackwolf Hills had lain untold for centuries and will continue to do so | |
| for this story is not about hidden treasure, nor is it set in any | |
| mountainous terrain whatsoever. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Melissa Rhodes | |
| location: 'Cherry Valley, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Lord Tarlington gazed upon the crazed Egyptian hieroglyphics on the | |
| walls of the ancient tomb of the petrified pharaoh, he vowed there would | |
| be no curse on him like on that other Lord, unless you count his | |
| marriage to Lady Tarlington who, when the lost treasure was found, will | |
| be dumped faster than that basket in the bulrushes. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Frances Grimble | |
| location: 'San Francisco, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Jack planted the magic beans and in one night a giant beanstalk grew all | |
| the way from the earth up to the clouds – which sounds like a lie, but | |
| it can be done with genetic engineering, and although a few people are | |
| against eating gene-engineered foods like those beans it’s a high-paying | |
| career to think about for when you grow up. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Milton Combs | |
| location: 'Kingston, WA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| When Cinderella saw that the Prince had sent the Duke to find the woman | |
| of his dreams, like some rich schoolboy who pays the smartest kid in the | |
| class to do his homework, or worse, like someone who has been on welfare | |
| so long that he has trouble doing any kind of work, she suddenly | |
| realized the spoiled nature of the King’s son and stealthily slid the | |
| slipper back into her pocket. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Cory Gano | |
| location: 'Camas, WA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As he entered the room within which so many a wild night of their | |
| sweltering love affair had been spent, the White Rabbit regarded her | |
| with benevolent eyes, her posture such that he suspected something was | |
| wrong, but before he could speak Alice unburied her face from her | |
| trembling hands and between her intense sobs he made out the words, “I’m | |
| late … I’m late.” | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: David Kay | |
| location: 'Lake Charles, LA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was a stark and dormy night – the kind of Friday night in the dorm | |
| where wistful women/girls without dates ovulated pointlessly and dreamed | |
| of steamy sex with bad boy/men in the backseat of a Corvette – like the | |
| one on Route 66, only a different color, though the color was hard to | |
| determine because the TV show was in black and white – if only Corvettes | |
| had back seats. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Gregory Snider | |
| location: 'MD, Lexington, KY' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was a dark and stormy night – actually not all that dark, but more | |
| dusky or maybe cloudy, and to say “stormy” may be overstating things a | |
| bit, although the sidewalks were still wettish and smelled of ozone, | |
| and, truth be told, characterizing the time as night is a stretch as it | |
| was more in the late, late afternoon because I think Oprah was still on. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Rick Sutherland | |
| location: 'Depoe Bay, OR' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was another dork and Stormy Knight – after snapping the last of his | |
| palm dampened dollar bills into the frazzled elastic of her G string – | |
| sent him packing precisely three-eighths of a mile down Highway 20 to | |
| the spot where she’d promised him a glorious glimpse of self-awareness, | |
| and where he would discover a slight depression in the asphalt and find | |
| himself quizzically contemplating the adjacent Department of | |
| Transportation sign that read simply: “Dip in Road.” | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Joe Polvino | |
| location: 'Webster, NY' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Detective Micky Blarke arrived on the scene at 2:14 am, and gave his | |
| cigarette such a severe pull that rookie Paul Simmons swore the insides | |
| of the detective’s cheeks touched, but the judge indicated that that | |
| amount of detail was not necessary in his testimony, and instructed the | |
| jury to disregard that statement. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Alaine Sepulveda | |
| location: 'Las Cruces, NM' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The knife handle jutted from her chest like one of the plastic pop-up | |
| timers in a frozen turkey, but from the blood pooling around the wound, | |
| it was apparent that this bird wasn’t done. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Jeonghyun Kim | |
| location: 'Mount Waverley, Victoria, Australia' | |
| quote: >- | |
| After several minutes, Detective Wilson, standing over the lifeless, | |
| tuxedo-clad corpse, the spandex tights it had been strangled with still | |
| around its neck, realized that the poor ringmaster had simply been a | |
| victim of circus dancers. | |
| - category: Fantasy Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Sandra Millar | |
| location: 'Gowkthrapple, Wishaw, Scotland' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Gringran Roojner had only gone to see the Great Warlock of Loowith to | |
| get his horoscope and he couldn’t believe he’d been sent on a quest for | |
| the legendary Scromer of Nothleen to ask him for the answer to the | |
| Riddle of Shimmererer so that he could give it to the Guardians of | |
| Vooroniank, thereby gaining access to the Cave of Zothlianath where he | |
| would find the seldom seen Cowering of Groojanc, whose spittle was an | |
| absolute necessity in the making of the Warlock’s famous pound cake, the | |
| kind with raisins. | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Don Mowbray | |
| location: 'San Antonio, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Galileo Galilei gazed expectantly through his newly invented telescope | |
| and then recoiled in sudden horror – his prized thoroughbred’s severed | |
| neck, threateningly discarded in a murky mass of interstellar dust | |
| (known to future generations as the Horsehead Nebula), left little doubt | |
| about where the Godfather and his Vatican musclemen stood on the recent | |
| geocentric/heliocentric debate. | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Geoff Beech | |
| location: 'Cochabamba, Bolivia' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Clementine sat in the shade of a beech tree, of the family Fagaceae, the | |
| leaves of which were more or less ovate, being perhaps not quite as | |
| pointed as those of the North American, grandifolia species of the Fagus | |
| genus that are the color of a swimming pool that had been left too long | |
| without chlorine, but neither were they like those of Fagus sylvatica | |
| var. purpurea that are the color of dried burgundy stains on cream | |
| linen. | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Megan Z. Dinerman | |
| location: 'King of Prussia, PA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The cat’s whiskers twitched like the wings of a butterfly, not a large | |
| butterfly like a monarch, but a small one, like an Eastern Pine Elfin, | |
| which camouflages wonderfully with the bark of trees, not just pine | |
| trees, but also elm trees, whose slender twigs wave in the early spring | |
| breeze, looking like the twitching whiskers of the cat, which I have | |
| just mentioned. | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Ken Loomes | |
| location: 'Winnipeg, Manitoba' | |
| quote: >- | |
| He heard a bang, well not really a bang but more of a crash with | |
| metallic overtones of platinum-encrusted steel alloys, hammering against | |
| unyielding iron and iridium plates; or maybe it was the clash of huge | |
| nickel-zinc rods hitting molybdenum fused sheets of tantalum, then he | |
| felt a stab of pain and heard another bang, and wished, instead of using | |
| his extensive metallurgy skills to try and analyze the sound, he would | |
| have run like hell when he first saw the gun pointed at him. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Georgia Gowing | |
| location: 'Largs Bay, South Australia' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The terrible news had whisked around the becolumned courthouse like a | |
| malevolent, stinking zephyr straight from the sewage works, and on the | |
| gum-besmirched footpath, the hunch of lawyers cackled and cawed like a | |
| group of very large, gowned, wigged, briefcase-clutching crows, or | |
| perhaps ravens since they are of course the larger bird and some of | |
| these lawyers were fairly sizeable. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Bridget Lyle | |
| location: 'Walworth, NY' | |
| quote: >- | |
| She was a tough one, all right, as tough as a marshmallow – not one of | |
| those soft sticky ones used in s’mores, cooked to a turn over a good | |
| campfire, or even like the stale chewy type covered in yellow sugar and | |
| found at the bottom of a three-week-old Easter basket – no, she was | |
| tough like a freeze-dried marshmallow in kid’s cereal that despite being | |
| shaped like a little balloon and colored a friendly pink are so rock | |
| solid that they are responsible for the loss of more baby teeth than | |
| most older siblings. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Gordon Hauptfleisch | |
| location: 'San Diego, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The day was packing heat and cracking wise as the scorching sun torched | |
| the hot dry Santa Anas like fry on rice, crispy with a snap, crackle and | |
| pop, and poured into the surreal bowl of the Los Angeles Basin as the | |
| red winds rattled every dwelling from Bay City bungalow to Bel Air | |
| chateau like a china shop in a bullring, the whole stinking, teeming | |
| tinderbox as combustible as a drill sergeant at clown college, as | |
| unsettling as corn on the cob rationing at an Iowa Society picnic. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Alaine Sepulveda | |
| location: 'Las Cruces, NM' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Students often said that Dr. Storm’s lectures were duller than | |
| dishwater, not the dishwater after a holiday meal with brightly colored | |
| vegetable bits and shimmering glosses of vinaigrette, but the dishwater | |
| after a Wednesday night macaroni dinner, when the cheese has | |
| disintegrated into slime and the macaroni has become mush clogging the | |
| drain. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: David Finch | |
| location: 'Grass Valley, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Stealth was the watchword as two shadowy figures trudged in moonlit | |
| silence along the narrow pathway superimposed upon a boulder-littered | |
| landscape, unwittingly approaching a slimy procession of slugs | |
| vulnerably creeping at a snail’s pace, but heroically trying (quite | |
| unproductively, one does not wonder) to scamper away from the crushing | |
| footfalls of the insentient travelers who stumbled blindly toward a | |
| destination which would not bid them welcome. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Fran Abram | |
| location: 'Overland Park, KS' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Phoebe watched through the library window as the sun sank slowly in the | |
| west, glowing like a ball of molten butter; not the phony margarine kind | |
| of butter that left nothing but the taste of grease in your mouth, but | |
| the real kind that pumped up your cholesterol and gave you a coronary, | |
| when such heart-related musings forced her to glance down at Neville, | |
| determine from the blue coloring of his skin that he really was dead, | |
| and then pick up the telephone and say, “Operator, I believe my husband | |
| is having a heart attack.” | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: David K. Lynch | |
| location: 'Topanga, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Looking up from his plate of escargots, Sean gazed across the table at | |
| Sharon and sadly realized that her bubbly personality now reminded him | |
| of the bubbles you get when you put salt on a slug and it squirms around | |
| and foams all over the place, and her moist lips were also like the | |
| slime on a slug but before you salted it, though after all these years | |
| Sharon still smelled better than slugs, but that could have been the | |
| garlic butter on her escargots. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Scott McIlhany | |
| location: 'Bellingham, WA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| I first saw her from across the crowded dance floor, cedar I think, (as | |
| if I can reference a specie of wood planks at a glance) I just know it | |
| wasn’t that yellowish basketball court wood, the type with the glossy | |
| veneer (now THAT, I could recognize), anyway, she had the refined | |
| elegance and demure fragility of a really old Princess Leia. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Brian Nash | |
| location: 'Derry, NH' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As she eased from our impassioned doorway kiss to slip into something | |
| more comfortable, Julia’s warm breath caressed my face like a hot winter | |
| blast from the foyer of a two-star restaurant where they try to warm you | |
| up real quick so you’re more likely to go in all the way and eat their | |
| food, only they leave you hanging by the “Please wait to be seated” sign | |
| because they have to clean up your table from the previous customer. | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Michelle Hefner | |
| location: 'Bema, Victoria, Australia' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The scorched pasture, with its charred and smoking remains of dead | |
| cattle, was the least of Jessica’s worries, and as she pondered her | |
| shredded gown, newly shaved head, and the quickly disappearing spaceship | |
| in the Nevada twilight, she realized if she were going to hitchhike back | |
| to Carson City, she’d have to show a damn sight far more leg than she | |
| had ever intended. | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Rob Wyatt | |
| location: 'Concord, NC' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The huge intergalactic cruiser – type 4843-56B, class PVT/X – which was | |
| the color of an unripe blood-grapefruit (a sort of orangey-green like | |
| the skin, not the deep fuchsia of the flesh in the middle) edged its way | |
| carefully between the navigation buoys, which flashed intermittently | |
| like a pair of warning lights outside of a fire house, except they were | |
| more of a pinky-red rather than a dirty yellow. | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Scott Palmer | |
| location: 'Klamath Falls, OR' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Commander Svenson rolled quickly in the dirt, dodging the Pravakthian’s | |
| arrow, firing his carbonizer pistol which projects high frequency | |
| electricity provided by a small laser through a copper sheathed carbon | |
| rod to produce a deadly projectile but it didn’t work so he threw it | |
| away and reached for a rock that would. | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: David Wyman | |
| location: 'Goffstown, NH' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Criminy, thought Francine as she left the birthing center, if the baby’s | |
| an unknown life-form, it probably means Ricky wasn’t really from West | |
| Hartford, either. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Pat Merrill | |
| location: 'San Anselmo, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Sleepless in Seattle, sleepless in Schenectady, and now – damn her bad | |
| luck – sleepless in this god-forsaken pit Brad assured her was a | |
| perfectly lovely out-of-the way and darling older, but totally updated | |
| and refurbished, accommodation flushed with sunlight and surrounded by | |
| swirling blue waters in Seward named the Tide Ebola Inn. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Roger J. McNichols | |
| location: 'Pearland, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Hans sipped from his bottle of German Bru-hoff beer and idly read the | |
| label: “Bru-hoff, a heady-nosed Rhine beer has a slightly briny pose, | |
| and if you’ve ever drawn it, you would like the way it flows, but all of | |
| the other Rhine beers, Dusen lagers, and thick ales, they never beat our | |
| Bru-hoff in the yearly Rhine beer games.” | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Tom O’Leary | |
| location: Covina CA | |
| quote: >- | |
| As Reynoldo lit the votive candle at the grotto for San Jose de los | |
| Platanos and prayed for the healthy delivery of his first child, he | |
| heard a disembodied voice say, “Your daughter will be 17 inches long,” | |
| to which Reynoldo replied, “Do you know the weight, too, San Jose?” | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Alan B. Combs | |
| location: 'Austin, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Alas, all he wanted was to be the best barber in the world, even if only | |
| by a hair, but, alas, he found his ambition thwarted by a headlong rush | |
| of fate and an unexpected side effect of his tonsorial skill – everyone | |
| he served became strangely calmer and less argumentative, and he | |
| discovered that people were coming to him only for his kinder cuts, this | |
| barber of civility. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Patrick G. McNamara | |
| location: 'El Dorado Hills, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| “This town’s not big enough for the two of us,” growled Slim Jenkins, | |
| “but I think that if we can get the townspeople to agree to issue a bond | |
| to annex the Carter Ranch, we can then incorporate and there should be | |
| plenty of room for everyone.” | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Barry McAtee | |
| location: 'Austin, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was hardtack and beans for the crouching cowboys in the lee of the | |
| chuck wagon that stormy night when the wind flared the fire and the | |
| light caught the trail boss’ leather-bound, barb-wire muscled face which | |
| might have said, were he not the quiet sort, “Cookie, we should have had | |
| more salads.” | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Geoff Blackwell | |
| location: 'Bundaberg, Queensland, Australia' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The day dawned much like any other day, except that the date was | |
| different. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: John Brugliera | |
| location: 'W. Lebanon, NH' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The thing that goes back and forth inside the old grandfather clock | |
| swung like a pendulum. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Barry Nester | |
| location: 'Jerusalem, Israel' | |
| quote: 'It was only a leaking pustule, but for Billy the Bacterium it was home.' | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Ann Harper | |
| location: Phoenix AZ | |
| quote: >- | |
| To her dismay, Julia found that her right hand seemed to be pulling her | |
| into an increasingly horizontal position; first her wrist and forearm, | |
| then her upper arm and shoulder, until her cheek lay on her shoulder, | |
| leaving her to surmise that the handrail of the airport’s moving | |
| sidewalk progressed at a more rapid pace than the sidewalk itself. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Randy Heil | |
| location: 'Las Vegas, NV' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Her pendulous breasts swung first to the left, then to the right and | |
| finally in independent directions, much like semaphore signals, and | |
| although he couldn’t understand semaphore, Kyle was sure they were | |
| saying, “Never ride the Tilt-A-Whirl with your grandma.” | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Robert Salsbury | |
| location: 'Spokane Valley, WA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Kaitlynn looked like a woman who’d been used by more guys than a porta | |
| potty at a burrito festival yet I loved her madly even if she wasn’t the | |
| kind of girl you’d take home to meet mom unless mom was at her monthly | |
| garden club meeting and dad was home alone mowing the lawn or cleaning | |
| out the garage. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Christine Wilson Brancazio | |
| location: 'Weirton, WV' | |
| quote: >- | |
| She was so delicate that her voice was a mere whisper and her hair | |
| drooped in thinly clumped strands around her pale face with skin as | |
| milky as a china plate painted the starkest white glaze and fired in a | |
| kiln over 940 degrees Fahrenheit. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Ben Connelly | |
| location: 'Canberra, Australia' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Her breath came in short, urgent gasps as beads of sweat slowly | |
| coalesced and slipped hesitantly over her lightly-tanned skin, leaving | |
| glistening trails down a cleavage that was both feminine and primal | |
| while her wide eyes betrayed a mind still struggling to accept that her | |
| physical ordeal was over and that she had, in fact, caught the bus. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Jason Dias | |
| location: 'Colorado Springs, CO' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Africa: a land of deserts and jungles, a land of wars ancient and | |
| recent, ravaged by disease and famine and yet the source of nine-tenths | |
| of the world’s diamonds, a land of gigantic waterfalls and the great | |
| Rift Valley, the very source of all humanity, a land 6000 miles away | |
| from where this story takes place. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Sean Griffin | |
| location: 'Tacoma, WA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The first time a boy stuck his tongue in her mouth, Jenny surrendered | |
| completely to the invigorating intermingling of their spit – not the | |
| Polidential spit of old age, nor the salivary excretions of middle-age, | |
| with its tart hints of gingivitis even among those who floss daily, but | |
| the invigorating drool of youth – spittle that dazzled the uninitiated | |
| with its exquisite hints of promise, innocence, and bygone braces. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Paul Guyot | |
| location: 'Los Angeles, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| “Let’s dance,” he uttered perfunctorily, his voice sounding to Meg | |
| almost like tires on gravel, but more like tires on crushed shells, the | |
| kind they use for driveways in Florida and parts of South Carolina, and | |
| the tires being like big snow tires. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: P.S.Hamilton | |
| location: 'Pearland, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Franz made his way through the boulder-strewn alpine landscape stepping | |
| warily over granite monoliths, some resting like bodies of wine-sodden | |
| derelicts asleep in a railway station and others seemed already like | |
| separable prefixes of German verbs lurking at ends of sentences like | |
| crones from a Grimm tale ready to clutch a reader by his Lederhosen and | |
| yank him back from the brink of reverie. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Allison Hazen | |
| location: 'Washington, DC' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Myra pursed her silicone-filled lips in a pouty, sultry smirk that | |
| whispered, “We have synergy, you and I,” like a man and his dog that | |
| have begun to resemble one another after lazy summer days spent sharing | |
| a common food dish and an antique, metal comb. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Denise Hendsbee | |
| location: 'Santa Cruz, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Stamp, stack, stamp, stack, stamp, stack, Rodney was going insane from | |
| the monotony of the job and the cruel irony of being guest of the New | |
| Hampshire penal system forced to read the words over and over: “Live | |
| Free or Die,” “Live Free or Die,” “Live Free or Die.” | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Mel Hughes | |
| location: 'Jacksonville, FL' | |
| quote: >- | |
| “I’ve never done this before,“ she said softly, and she was trembling, | |
| shaking really – shaking like a Harley-Davidson idling at a stoplight, | |
| one of the ones with the old Evo-style engine, where people’s dentures | |
| vibrated out as they rode – and yet when I touched her skin, it was | |
| smooth and inviting like one of the new Harleys, the ones that copy the | |
| Japanese engineering and use rubber mounts and counter-balancers … not | |
| that I would know, because I ride a British bike anyway and haven’t been | |
| able to get it cranked in nearly six years, which is why I was shaking | |
| hands with her, because she owned a bike shop and had never touched a | |
| Vincent Black Lightning. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Michael Janicki | |
| location: 'Middleton, WI' | |
| quote: >- | |
| After putting down her hometown newspaper from a small community in the | |
| Upper Peninsula of Michigan (which makes one wonder why it is the Upper | |
| Peninsula of Michigan since no part of their land touches the lower | |
| portion of the state and in actuality they are connected to Wisconsin | |
| which makes you think they should be the Upper Peninsula of Wisconsin | |
| but that is to be discussed another day), Linda needed to find a | |
| sympathy card to send to the family of someone she saw in the | |
| obituaries. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Charles Jaworski | |
| location: 'North Pole, AK' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Maynard Fimble was told that “you can’t compare apples and oranges,” | |
| but, he thought, they are both eatable, grow on trees, are about the | |
| same size, are good for you, have a peel, come in many varieties, and | |
| are approximately round in shape, thus, to his horror and guilt, he | |
| realized that he was comparing them and wondered what punishment awaited | |
| him and on whose order. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Tim Lafferty | |
| location: 'Horsell, Woking, U.K.' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As Amy reached for the envelope her heart fluttered in anticipation like | |
| the wings of a fruit bat that has eaten a fermented peach, and even | |
| though she knew the statistic that you are more likely to be hit by a | |
| meteorite than to win the lottery, she was still quite surprised when | |
| opening the envelope to be hit by a meteorite. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Don Laursen | |
| location: 'Grand Rapids, MI' | |
| quote: >- | |
| “Call me Ishmael,” Joanna finally began, a scant fourteen hours before | |
| her book report was due, and she sympathized with him and reflected on | |
| the likeness of the vast paper tome in front of her to the cetacean | |
| antagonist immortalized within, or at least she would have if she’d had | |
| any idea what the book was about. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Sandie Lester | |
| location: 'Maumelle, AR' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As she pointed the car due north like a needle on a boy scout’s compass | |
| to head back to the frozen wasteland from which she had come, a light | |
| rain began to drizzle down, forming hundreds – no thousands – of small | |
| cat paw prints, as though a herd of invisible felines of all sizes and | |
| ages with wet feet were jumping on the windshield, totally oblivious to | |
| the fact that the car was traveling at a speed high enough to dislodge | |
| any small animals from the front of the vehicle. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Debra Mann | |
| location: 'Subbury, ON Canada' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Farmer Brown knew the moment he read the ransom note – the tiny, dirty | |
| footprints, childish scrawl, and a spray of seed debris among the angry | |
| peckmarks marring the paper’s surface – that the chickens had kidnapped | |
| his beloved Bichon Friese Fifi, and that the only man who could help | |
| him, George “The Chicken Whisperer” Fitzpatrick, was sleeping off a | |
| killer hangover in the outdoor privy behind the pigpen. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Catherine Martin | |
| location: 'Boston, MA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As he pressed his heaving, moist, ineffable manhood closer to her | |
| trembling porcelain bosom, Reginal Pompilious-Pomfret, Duke of | |
| Sufferingdale, wondered, not for the first time, whether this Lady | |
| Ashdown might not, in fact, be his sister, and resolved to confront | |
| mater about the subject directly he finished slaking his Jovian lust | |
| upon her ladyship. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Thomas Mills | |
| location: 'Lorton, Virginia' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was 11:59 A.M. according to the clock located on the lower right hand | |
| side of his desktop display on his task bar (for Microsoft Windows XP | |
| was the standard Operating System in use at his office) and life was | |
| effectively over, as his one true love, his eternal soul mate, called | |
| him from her Nokia 3130 cell phone by depressing and holding the three | |
| key, using the soon-to-be-erased quick dial feature, to let him know | |
| their passionate and tumultuous relationship had to end. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Karl Moeller | |
| location: Tucson AZ | |
| quote: >- | |
| The dead make good neighbors; I mean, they don’t trot over at all hours | |
| and beat upon one’s domicile door for a bit of sugar or whatnot; they | |
| don’t accost one after church and press ragged tickets upon one for some | |
| bally fete or another, nor bung off to Bath after dropping their beastly | |
| pets for me to watch; no, as a whole, your graveyard corpse is a quiet, | |
| peaceful sort of Johnnie. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Nathan Murray | |
| location: 'San Diego, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Keith’s popularity as the first openly gay daredevil was rising quickly; | |
| in fact, it was said he ate danger for breakfast, followed by a light | |
| brunch of lemon scones, quiche, and the occasional Mimosa, and then he | |
| was back to eating danger. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Sharlini Nambiar | |
| location: Kuala Terengganu Malaysia | |
| quote: >- | |
| If thoughts were threads, Melvin could have woven a multi-hued Persian | |
| carpet that would have encircled the Equator 11.7 times over, because | |
| that was how often he thought of Shelly, the girl he met at the library, | |
| who was taking something out of her locker. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Kent Neely | |
| location: 'Edwardsville, IL' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Johnny’s first kiss with Melissa knocked him back on his heels like the | |
| bass line of the “Theme from Peter Gunn” – an odd sensation since Johnny | |
| wasn’t born until 1972 and Peter Gunn was over because Blake Edwards, | |
| who created Peter Gunn, had begun the Pink Panther movies starring | |
| another Peter, Peter Sellers, best remembered for his performance as | |
| Chauncey Gardner in “Being There” but whose truly great role was in “Dr. | |
| Strangelove” co-starring Slim Pickens who rides an atomic bomb to earth | |
| where it explodes – and that was what Melissa’s first kiss was really | |
| like. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Leslie Neumann | |
| location: 'Ballston Spa, NY' | |
| quote: >- | |
| “Where to hide?” was Ovinia’s only thought as she raced madly across the | |
| field outside Aberdeen and up a grassy incline, frantically seeking | |
| escape from the man who was hell-bent on possessing her, on making her | |
| his and his alone, having succumbed to her beauty, drawn into near | |
| madness by the watery depths of her brown eyes and lured by the exotic | |
| perfume of lanolin and newly-mown hay which wafted from her thick coat | |
| as she grazed. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Allan Newell | |
| location: 'Toronto, ON Canada' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was a dark and stormy night, not so dark that one couldn’t see a | |
| hungry Wallaby in a patch of wild gooseberries at fifty paces, nor | |
| stormy enough that a severe weather watch had been issued by the | |
| National Weather Services Department, but a dark and stormy night | |
| nevertheless. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Lawrence Person | |
| location: 'Austin, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As he felt the baseball bat connect firmly with the six-pointed Bar | |
| Mitzvah pinata, spilling its glorious load of chocolate dreidels and | |
| packages of neatly rolled polyester socks over him, Miguel Valdez | |
| Liebermann knew that, at long last, he was finally a man. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Marx Prewett | |
| location: 'Dallas, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Sheila walked into the room, flaunting the kind of body that made grown | |
| men wish they were teenagers, made teenagers wish they were grown men, | |
| made toddlers wish they were preteens, made preteens wish they were | |
| young adults, and made everyone wish editors swung blue pencils the same | |
| way she swung her hips as she crossed the threshold of both the room and | |
| bad taste, her breasts swaying like dual house-trailers on a windy | |
| overpass. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Joanne Rawson | |
| location: Toledo OH | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was a bright, yet sunless day, which left a gray cast to everything | |
| as Michelle, who went by Shellie because there were seven other girls in | |
| her homeroom named Michelle, although three of them went by Shellie | |
| also, looked for her pepper spray in her messy yet extremely fashionable | |
| back pack. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Ellen Rhudy | |
| location: 'Marriottsville, MD' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The barren windswept plains beckoned to her like a forlorn lover, | |
| calling, “Come here, come here,” but she thought, “Am I really dressed | |
| right for this occasion, in my black Christian Dior business suit and | |
| high heels, or should I run home real quick and change into something | |
| more Little House on the Prairieish, like a gingham skirt, white ruffled | |
| blouse, and high-button shoes?” | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Juliet Toland | |
| location: 'Ban Tinkhao, Muang Thailand' | |
| quote: >- | |
| On the eerily quiet morning of Friday the 13th, a strong Sixth Sense | |
| told Bobbie-Jean it was time to quit her job as Quality Control Manager | |
| at the Cracker Jack Plant, with which her other five quickly agreed that | |
| she had smelled, touched, tasted, seen and heard enough of the stuff to | |
| last an entire lifetime. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Jim Waples | |
| location: 'Wauwatosa, WI' | |
| quote: >- | |
| I woke up in Shirley’s father’s dog’s house – or at least most of me | |
| did, because the house was ranch style as near as I could figure it and | |
| Shirley’s father’s dog Tracey was one of those little terrier types with | |
| the sardonic overbite and the haunted eyes of a Flamenco dancer. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: David Wyman | |
| location: 'Goffstown, NH' | |
| quote: >- | |
| I will tell you a tale of great adventure like in “Treasure Island,” | |
| with some smiles and some tears like in “Lassie Come Home,” some | |
| treachery and some heroism, again, like in “Treasure Island,” some | |
| romance and some betrayal like in lots of Shakespeare (“Romeo and | |
| Juliet,” for example), and even – if the reader doesn’t mind – some | |
| philosophy, but like the Chicken Soup books not like Spinoza or Plato or | |
| anything. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Siew-Fong Yiap | |
| location: 'Kowloon, Hong Kong' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Their eyes met across the crowded room and Morag smiled the smile of a | |
| single, endearingly clumsy thirtysomething female with an unfulfilling | |
| career, a gay best friend, a weakness for chocolate, and a talent for | |
| accessorizing who had found Mr. Right but needed to break-up and have | |
| fantastic make-up sex with him a couple of times before finally | |
| realizing he was the one. | |
| '2005': | |
| - category: Grand Prize | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Dan McKay | |
| location: 'Fargo, ND' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As he stared at her ample bosom, he daydreamed of the dual Stromberg | |
| carburetors in his vintage Triumph Spitfire, highly functional yet | |
| pleasingly formed, perched prominently on top of the intake manifold, | |
| aching for experienced hands, the small knurled caps of the oil | |
| dampeners begging to be inspected and adjusted as described in chapter | |
| seven of the shop manual. | |
| - category: Grand Prize | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Mitsy Rae | |
| location: 'Danbury, NE' | |
| quote: >- | |
| When Detective Riggs was called to investigate the theft of a trainload | |
| of Native American fish broth concentrate bound for market, he solved | |
| the case almost immediately, being that the trail of clues led straight | |
| to the trainmaster, who had both the locomotive and the Hopi tuna tea. | |
| - category: Grand Prize | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Ken Aclin | |
| location: 'Shreveport, LA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| India, which hangs like a wet washcloth from the towel rack of Asia, | |
| presented itself to Tex as he landed in Delhi (or was it Bombay?), as if | |
| it mattered because Tex finally had an idea to make his mark and fortune | |
| and that idea was a chain of steak houses to serve the millions and he | |
| wondered, as he deplaned down the steep, shiny, steel steps, why no one | |
| had thought of it before. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Bryan Semrow | |
| location: 'Oshkosh, WI' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Captain Burton stood at the bow of his massive sailing ship, his | |
| weathered face resembling improperly cured leather that wouldn’t even be | |
| used to make a coat or something. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Eric Winter | |
| location: 'Minneapolis, MN' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was high noon in the jungles of South India when I began to recognize | |
| that if we didn’t find water for our emus soon, it wouldn’t be long | |
| before we would be traveling by foot; and with the guerilla warriors | |
| fast on our heels, I was starting to regret my decision to use poultry | |
| for transportation. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Mitsy Rae | |
| location: 'Danbury, NE' | |
| quote: >- | |
| When the great Italian archeologist, Giovanni Battista de Rossi, broke | |
| through the centuries of choking rubble and rock in the abandoned | |
| catacombs under Rome and the dust cleared, he held his blazing torch | |
| high, pickup a flat, dirt-encrusted object with a row of teeth, examined | |
| it with his educated eye, and exclaimed, “By the saints, I do believe | |
| I’ve discovered another ancient kitty comb.” | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Shelby Leung | |
| location: 'Dulwich Hill, NSW, Australia' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The woods were all a-twitter with rumors that the Seven Dwarves were | |
| planning a live reunion after their attempted solo careers had dismally | |
| sputtered into Z-list oblivion and it was all just a matter of meeting a | |
| ten-page list of outlandish demands (including 700-threadcount Egyptian | |
| cotton bedsheets, lots of white lilies and a separate trailer for the | |
| magic talking mirror) to get the Princess Formerly Known As Snow White | |
| on board. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Stephen Farnsworth | |
| location: 'Manchester, U.K.' | |
| quote: >- | |
| When Mr Bilbo Baggins of Bag End announced that he would shortly be | |
| celebrating his eleventy-first birthday, his children packed his bags | |
| and drove him to Golden Pastures retirement complex just off Interstate | |
| 95. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Randy Blanton | |
| location: 'Murfreesboro, TN' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Because of her mysterious ways I was fascinated with Dorothy and I | |
| wondered if she would ever consider having a relationship with a lion, | |
| but I have to admit that most of my attention was directed at her little | |
| dog Toto because, after all, he was a source of meat protein and I had | |
| had enough of those damn flying monkeys. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: P.S. Hamilton | |
| location: 'Pearland, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The children of Hamelin were led away by a pied piper (it’s common | |
| knowledge) to parts unknown; whither they went is now herein revealed, | |
| however the precise location is cloaked in accordance with International | |
| Fantasy Regulation IFR.02.3a governing site specifics as, for example, | |
| in any Harry Potter story the locations are indeed identified, but just | |
| you try and find them. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Vicki Nunn | |
| location: 'Gladstone, Queensland, Australia' | |
| quote: >- | |
| “What are you doing in my bedroom at this time of night, Ernie, and why | |
| are you grinning at me with those sharp teeth and how come you’ve been | |
| spending so much time with the Count lately, and why has Big Bird | |
| disappeared, and you should really do something about that breath, or my | |
| name isn’t Bert the muppet.” | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Kevin Hogg | |
| location: 'Cranbrook, BC, Canada' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was a dark and stormy night, although technically it wasn’t black or | |
| anything – more of a gravy color like the spine of the 1969 Scribner’s | |
| Sons edition of “A Farewell to Arms,” and, truth be told, the storm | |
| didn’t sound any more fierce than the opening to Leon Russell’s 1975 | |
| classic, “Back to the Island.” | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Kari A. Stiller | |
| location: 'College Station, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Patricia wrote out the phrase “It was a dark and stormy night” exactly | |
| seventy-two times, which was the same number of times she stabbed her | |
| now quickly-rotting husband, and the same number of pages she ripped out | |
| of “He’s Just Not That Into You” by Greg Behrendt to scatter around the | |
| room – not because she was obsessive compulsive, or had any sentimental | |
| attachment to the number seventy-two, but because she’d always wanted to | |
| give those quacks at CSI a hard time. | |
| - category: Fantasy Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: SSG Kevin Craver | |
| location: 'Fort Polk, LA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| “Why does every task in the Realm of Zithanor have to be a quest?” | |
| Baldak of Erthorn, handyman to the Great Wizard Zarthon, asked | |
| rhetorically as he began his journey to find the Holy Hammer of Taloria | |
| and the Sacred Nail of Ikthillia so Baldak could hang one of Zarthon’s | |
| mediocre watercolors, which was an art critique Baldak kept to himself | |
| unlike his predecessor, whom Zarthon turned into the Picture Frame of | |
| Torathank. | |
| - category: Fantasy Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Constance Barrett | |
| location: 'Ruby, NY' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The dragon cast his wet, rheumy eyes, heavy-lidded with misery, over his | |
| kingdom – a malodorous, rot-ridden swamp, with moss cloaking brooding, | |
| gloomy cypresses, tree trunks like decayed teeth rising from stagnant | |
| ponds, creatures with mildewed fur and scales whom the meanest roadside | |
| zoo would have rejected – and hoped the antidepressants would kick in | |
| soon. | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Robert Peltzer | |
| location: 'Baltimore, MD' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Sphincter, the gladiator, girded his loins in preparation for today’s | |
| games, glad to be part of the season opener since he hadn’t been sure | |
| until yesterday that his contract would be renewed, given his slump | |
| during the Germans-versus-lions series but he knew that swatting Germans | |
| into the lion’s pit was trickier than it looked and he told the | |
| officials that they should look at his other stats, not just Huns batted | |
| in. | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Mark Hawthorne | |
| location: 'Rohnert Park, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| A column of five hundred Roman foot soldiers – a column held together by | |
| the plaster of courage – advanced on a teeming sea of rebellious slaves | |
| – slaves who had, ironically, built most of Rome’s columns, although | |
| they actually used lime and not plaster to cement the structures, and | |
| though it is perhaps more historically precise to describe the soldiers’ | |
| column as bound by the lime of courage, that doesn’t really have the | |
| same adventurous ring to it. | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Alf Seegert | |
| location: 'Salt Lake City, UT' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Wet leaves stuck to the spinning wagon wheels like feathers to a freshly | |
| tarred heretic, reminding those who watched them of the endless movement | |
| of the leafy earth – or so they would have, if only those | |
| fifteenth-century onlookers had believed that the earth actually | |
| rotated, which they didn’t, which is why it was heretical to say that it | |
| did – and which is the reason why the wagon held a freshly tarred | |
| heretic in the first place. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Rick Holinger | |
| location: 'Geneva, IL' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Horatio Keelhaul sailed buoyantly up Cutter Street ironclad in his | |
| resolve to torpedo the reviewer of his literary launches who threatened | |
| his Titanic reputation with accusations of relying solely on nautical | |
| parlance to propel his gondolaic characters through the sinuous canals | |
| of his plots. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Kristin Harbuck | |
| location: 'Bozeman, MT' | |
| quote: >- | |
| She walked toward him, her dress billowing in the wind – not a calm and | |
| predictable billows like the sea, but more like the billowing of a | |
| mildewed shower curtain in a cheap motel where one has to dance around | |
| to avoid touching it while trying to rinse off soap. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Devery Doleman | |
| location: 'Brooklyn, NY' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The night resembled nothing so much as the nose of a giant Labrador in | |
| excellent health: cold, black, and wet. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Chris Bui | |
| location: 'Pensacola, FL' | |
| quote: >- | |
| After months of pent-up emotions like a caffeine-addict trying to kick | |
| the habit, Cathy finally let the tears come, at first dripping | |
| sporadically like an old clogged percolator, then increasing slowly like | |
| a 10-cup coffeemaker with an automatic drip, and eventually pouring out | |
| and noisily wailing like a cappuccino maker complete with slurping | |
| froth. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Tami Farmer | |
| location: 'Rome, GA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| After she realized the man she had fallen in love with was her long lost | |
| twin brother and they must break up immediately, they shared one last | |
| kiss that left a bitter yet sweet taste in her mouth – kind of like | |
| throwing up after eating a Junior Mint. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Lester Guyse | |
| location: 'Portland, OR' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The rising sun crawled over the ridge and slithered across the hot | |
| barren terrain into every nook and cranny like grease on a Denny’s grill | |
| in the morning rush, but only until eleven o’clock when they switch to | |
| the lunch menu. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: James Macdonald | |
| location: 'Vancouver, B.C., Canada' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Mitzi’s wet T-shirt clung to her torso like paint on the nose cone of a | |
| jumbo jet. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Barbara Bridges | |
| location: 'Sierra Madre, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Coincidentally, just as Rose hung out the third sheet out to dry, it | |
| started to rain down in sheets and not the soft kind like a fine | |
| 400-count Egyptian cotton, but more harsh like a cheap poly blend but | |
| even so, Rose didn’t notice as she was three sheets to the wind. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Gordon Grant | |
| location: 'Savannah, GA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The golden-haired dawn curled back the fading face of night in a | |
| perpetual coiffure like an Ace comb in God’s hand parting the day, | |
| making pompadours of mountains, crew cuts of Kansas wheat fields, and | |
| trendy cuts of the oceans’ rolling waves. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Ed Buhrer | |
| location: 'Louisa, VA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As the sun sank low beyond the glistening horizon, even that far into | |
| the dusk, the violent rays shot up from below, lighting up the | |
| undersides of the clouds in magnificent oranges and golds, turning the | |
| owls and bats and starlings black against the sky and sending chills | |
| through Myrna, who paused from squeezing the last lactic acid from the | |
| dripping curds inside the cheesecloth. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Alison Heft | |
| location: 'Lititz, PA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Our fearless heroine (well, mostly fearless: she is deathly afraid of | |
| caterpillars, not the fuzzy little brown ones but the colossal green | |
| ones that terrorized her while she was playing in her grandmother’s | |
| garden when she was just five or six years old, which, coincidentally, | |
| was also when she discovered that shaving cream really does not taste | |
| like whipped cream) awakened with a start. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Glenn Lawrie | |
| location: 'Chung-buk, South Korea' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Billy Bob gushed like a broken water main about his new love: “She’s got | |
| long, beautiful, drain-clogging hair, more curves than an under-the-sink | |
| water trap, and she moves with the ease of a motorized toilet snake | |
| through a four-inch sewer line, but what she sees in me, a simple | |
| plumber, I’ll never know.” | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Jere Hudson | |
| location: 'Ashland, OR' | |
| quote: >- | |
| “Oh my God!” Amber whispered as the compressor throbbed to life, | |
| shuddered rhythmically towards its inevitable conclusion, and shot | |
| ninety pounds of sultry air through custom-bored, cold-drawn, | |
| boss-lock-fitted crimp-couplings as Chuck Key glanced up with a smile | |
| that only tire shop guys can smile. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Mary P. Potts | |
| location: 'Bradenton, FL' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Sandra had waited and wished for Gary to come sweep her off her feet, | |
| feeling just like Lois Lane waiting for her handsome, masculine Superman | |
| to come fly her away from the humdrum of everyday life, but Gary had | |
| never come, and so she’d ended up with Herman, a man as bald as Lex | |
| Luthor with worse eyesight than Clark Kent and the maturity level of | |
| Jimmy Olsen. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Keriann Noble | |
| location: 'Murray, UT' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Looking sideways at Thomas, Mireille slowly removed her scarf, waiting … | |
| hoping … praying that when he came close enough to smell the delectable | |
| fragrance of her long, luscious waves that he wasn’t going to start | |
| sneezing or sniffling or rubbing his eyes, because those were tell-tale | |
| signs of his allergies acting up, and if they did, he would know that | |
| she had been out rolling around in the lavender fields with Luc again. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Brendan Wright | |
| location: 'Portland, OR' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Garwood dearly loved his time spent in the goat-house, where he could | |
| court Thordia – regaling her with his prowess at treating goat-udder | |
| growths, shoveling manure like a nuclear chemist trying to bottle the | |
| Christmas spirit, and making the precious fermented limburger of the | |
| lactate goat secretions. | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Mary Potts | |
| location: 'Oneco, Fl' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Long, long ago in a galaxy far away, in General Hospital born I was, and | |
| quite happy were my parents, but when a youngling still I was, moved we | |
| did. | |
| - category: Spy Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Charles Jaworski | |
| location: 'North Pole, AK' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The double agent looked up from his lunch of Mahi-Mahi and couscous and | |
| realized that he must escape from Walla Walla to Bora Bora to come | |
| face-to-face with his arch enemy by taking out his .30-.30 and shooting | |
| off his nemesis’ ear-to-ear grin so he could wave bye-bye to this | |
| duplicitous life, but the chances of him pulling this off were only | |
| so-so, much less than 50-50. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Jay Dardenne | |
| location: 'Baton Rouge, LA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Falcon was her name and she was quite the bird of prey, sashaying past | |
| her adolescent admirers from one anchor store to another, past the | |
| kiosks where earrings longed to lie upon her lobes and sunglasses hoped | |
| to nestle on her nose, seemingly the beginning of a beautiful friendship | |
| with whomsoever caught the eye of the mall tease, Falcon. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Jim Dehn | |
| location: 'Clovis, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Max thought the night-time burglary at the California surfing museum | |
| would be a safe caper, but that was before he spotted the security cop | |
| riding a bull mastiff, blond hair blowing in the wind, and noticed the | |
| blue-and-white sign wired to the cyclone fence, “Guard dude on doggy.” | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Keriann Noble | |
| location: 'Murray, UT' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As soon as Sherriff Russell heard Bradshaw say, “This town ain’t big | |
| enough for the both of us,” he inadvertantly visualized a tiny | |
| chalk-line circle with a town sign that said “population 1,” and the two | |
| of them both trying to stand inside of it rather ineffectively, leaning | |
| this way and that, trying to keep their balance without stepping outside | |
| of the line, and that was why he was smiling when Bradshaw shot him. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Chip Haynes | |
| location: 'Clearwater, FL' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was high noon as Dusty rode into town, slumped low in the saddle on a | |
| horse so blinded by thirst from their long days in the desert that you | |
| could follow their slow shuffle to the local tavern by the hollow sound | |
| of a horse head against the worn clapboard buildings that lined the | |
| town’s only road. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Becca Mallary | |
| location: 'Bradford, VT' | |
| quote: >- | |
| For the fifteenth time that evening my narcoleptic lover opened his | |
| eyes, smiled at me, and said, “Good morning!” | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Mike Bender | |
| location: 'Portland, OR' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The assassin drew his dagger – a simple line drawing in black ink on | |
| rose-tinted vellum. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Lawrence Person | |
| location: 'Austin, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Inside his cardboard box, Greg heated a dented can of Spaghetti-O’s over | |
| a small fire made from discarded newspapers, then cracked open his last | |
| can of shoplifted generic beer to celebrate the 10th anniversary of his | |
| embarkation on a career as a freelance writer. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Harvey McCluskey | |
| location: Vancouver WA | |
| quote: >- | |
| Derwin Thoryndike vowed to place a 14-carat engagement ring on the | |
| finger of Glenda-Sue Ellington, so now all he had to do was save up | |
| enough money to buy the ring, get it inscribed, and then locate a person | |
| named Glenda-Sue Ellington and convince her to marry him. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Edo Steinberg | |
| location: 'Beer-Sheva, Israel' | |
| quote: >- | |
| James found “Spider-Man 2” to be quite an average movie, like a | |
| superhero episode of “Dawson’s Creek,” but not from the excellent first | |
| season, nor from the horrible final seasons, but rather from somewhere | |
| in the mid-run of the show, when it wasn’t as good as it used to be but | |
| it didn’t totally suck yet. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Claudia Fields | |
| location: 'Santa Barbara, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Rocko Gallante was as slick as a broken egg on a linoleum floor and as | |
| polished as a Washington apple that had been spit on and rubbed to a | |
| gleaming finish on the tail of a very clean shirt. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Geoff Blackwell | |
| location: Bundaberg QLD Australia | |
| quote: >- | |
| I peeled my body off the alcohol-soaked carpet, spat the cigarette butts | |
| out of my mouth, licked my lips with a tongue that felt and tasted like | |
| a rat that had been lightly sauteed in lighter fluid, and after | |
| struggling to what a quick visual inspection confirmed were apparently | |
| my feet, decided that the next time a seven-foot tall Lebanese fisherman | |
| called Bottomless Mary challenged me to an ouzo-drinking contest I | |
| wouldn’t wear suede shoes. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Bill Crowley | |
| location: 'Santa Rosa, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| They ask me if it was dark that night the hyenas showed up and ate the | |
| little beagle as he sat typing away on his dog house and then ate all | |
| the little round-faced kids, and I tell ‘em, “no,” it was not even | |
| stormy, kind of a calm, half-moon lit night where you’d sit on your deck | |
| having some peanuts, until the hyenas arrived of course and then it got | |
| so noisy you had to go in the house. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Micheal Rossiter | |
| location: 'Usworth, Washington, Tyne and Wear England' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was Angela’s 96th birthday party, and as she leaned over to blow out | |
| the candles on her cake and thought back on her long, long life, the | |
| children she’d given birth to, the man she had married and then sadly | |
| buried, she thought to herself, well no matter what at least I’ve grown | |
| old with dignity, then the nursing home attendant pointed out that her | |
| breasts were dipping in the trifle bowl again. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Sam Gerring | |
| location: 'Lexington, KY' | |
| quote: >- | |
| A warning to the reader: Tom dies in the end of the story so don’t get | |
| too attached to him. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Hywel Curtis | |
| location: 'Abercarn, Caerphilly, Wales' | |
| quote: >- | |
| “So you see,” concluded Lance, “there are certain things that every | |
| woman regardless of personal situation should do at least once in their | |
| lives and I am foremost amongst these things.” | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Gordon Grant | |
| location: 'Savannah, GA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| During the entire exhilarating, bright and lively day in the summer of | |
| the year, when the clouds passed like cotton puffs high in the heavens, | |
| I had been passing alone, in my Alfa Romeo, through exceptionally | |
| appealing countryside; and finally found myself, in the gloaming of the | |
| day, within view of the cheery prospect of the House of Sol Asher, my | |
| old friend and haberdasher. (Apologies to E.A.P.) | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Mark D. Harmon | |
| location: 'Knoxville, TN' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Charles stuck his head out the window, not fully realizing that the salt | |
| air and warm breeze would have no beneficial effect on a head severed | |
| and shrunk in Borneo and sold on a stick to tourists in Bali, and with | |
| little thought of the irony of the former missionary’s vacant gaze on a | |
| nude beach with at least two couples in the missionary position. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: David Lindley | |
| location: 'Sheffield, England' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Anyone with a less refined air of unabashed insouciance would not have | |
| been able to so easily slip through the security cordon, charm their way | |
| past the armed guards, breeze through the marbled reception area and | |
| blithely enter the inner sanctum of the UN Security Council and there | |
| successfully negotiate an end to all conflict in the Middle East, but | |
| that was the sort of man Nigel Simpkins was. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Audrey Jordan | |
| location: 'Hope, IN' | |
| quote: >- | |
| We crossed America that week, the red states melding into the blue | |
| states like stomped grapes along our route, leaving our tires with a | |
| stain not unlike the stains on Lucy Ricardo’s feet when she stomped | |
| grapes during the “I Love Lucy” episode in which the Ricardos and the | |
| Mertzes visited Italy. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Rita Kasperek | |
| location: 'Oakland, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| You could tell it was going to be a perfect beach day, maybe the best | |
| one all summer – when the air is the temperature of a gymnasium locker | |
| room and the sea sways over the dunes like a yoga instructor doing the | |
| downward facing dog. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Nancy Lee | |
| location: 'Chapel Hill, NC' | |
| quote: >- | |
| She was standing weepily at her father’s grave in the old family | |
| cemetery, where the ancient headstones tipped and tumbled like a flock | |
| of spring lambs, when she raised her weary eyes to see a shirtless man, | |
| his mighty thighs clutching the loins of a raging steed whose breath | |
| came hot as a desert wind, and made a mental note to get her hairdryer | |
| repaired. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Peter Loughlin | |
| location: 'Santa Rosa, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The wheel of love had left its treadmarks in his chest once too often, | |
| like a knobby mud tire on a monster truck, or like a really big ponce | |
| wheel, the kind that tailors use to punch little holes in patterns and | |
| that would leave lots of nasty little welts if you were to run it up and | |
| down your arm. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Mario Martinez | |
| location: 'San Jose, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| She was independent and impetuous and winning her heart would be like | |
| capturing lightning in a bottle, not the plastic kind that is prevalent | |
| everywhere today but the glass kind that I used to buy crème soda in at | |
| the service station, when they were actually SERVICE STATIONS, two | |
| blocks from my house back in the 50’s and early 60’s and I would return | |
| them for two cents deposit which was a quick source of income back then | |
| because my allowance was only ten cents a week. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Stuart K. Allison | |
| location: 'Driffield, East Riding of Yorkshire, England' | |
| quote: >- | |
| In considering the wisdom of entering upon an affair of the heart with | |
| the redoubtable Miss Ffiona Sensuosa, MacFadden Perfidy weighed the | |
| undeniable erotic advantages of such a confluence of physiologically | |
| coinciding characteristics against the demonstrably unfortunate fact of | |
| her exhibiting pronounced advantages over him in terms of wealth, | |
| intelligence and personality, and concluded that their union could | |
| possibly be inadvisable. | |
| '2006': | |
| - category: Grand Prize | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Jim Guigli | |
| location: 'Carmichael, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Detective Bart Lasiter was in his office studying the light from his one | |
| small window falling on his super burrito when the door swung open to | |
| reveal a woman whose body said you’ve had your last burrito for a while, | |
| whose face said angels did exist, and whose eyes said she could make you | |
| dig your own grave and lick the shovel clean. | |
| - category: Grand Prize | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Stuart Vasepuru | |
| location: 'Edinburgh, Scotland' | |
| quote: >- | |
| “I know what you’re thinking, punk,” hissed Wordy Harry to his new | |
| editor, “you’re thinking, ‘Did he use six superfluous adjectives or only | |
| five?’ – and to tell the truth, I forgot myself in all this excitement; | |
| but being as this is English, the most powerful language in the world, | |
| whose subtle nuances will blow your head clean off, you’ve got to ask | |
| yourself one question: ‘Do I feel loquacious?’ – well do you, punk?” | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Irene Buttuls | |
| location: 'Lytton, B.C' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Christy, lounging in the gondola which slipped smoothly through the | |
| enveloping mist had her first inkling that something was afoot as she | |
| heard pattering hooves below (for our story is not in Venice but | |
| Switzerland with its Provolone and Toblerone) and craning her not | |
| unlovely neck she narrowed her eyes at the dozen tiny reindeer, pelting | |
| madly down the goat trail. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Christin Keck | |
| location: 'Kent, OH' | |
| quote: >- | |
| She looked at her hands and saw the desiccated skin hanging in Shar-Pei | |
| wrinkles, confetti-like freckles, and those dry, dry cuticles – even her | |
| “Fatale Crimson” nail color had faded in the relentless sun to the color | |
| of old sirloin – and she vowed if she ever got out of the Sahara alive, | |
| she’d never buy polish on sale at Walgreen’s again. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Chris Harget | |
| location: 'Campbell, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was a day, like any other day, in that Linus got up, faced the | |
| sunrise, used his inhaler, applied that special cream between his toes, | |
| wrote a quick note and put it in a bottle, and wished he’d been stranded | |
| on the island with something other than 40 cases each of inhalers, | |
| decorative bottles, and special toe cream. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Pat Hricko | |
| location: 'Nicholson, PA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The cold, cynical wind molested the auburn tresses of the fair damsel | |
| clinging to the steel of the rail trestle, from which vantage point she | |
| could see that it was a long way down to where she would land if she | |
| fell, which, given the velocity she would attain and the unfriendly | |
| pavement leering up at her, added to soft tissue’s low tolerance for | |
| sudden impacts, would be a very bad thing. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Johnathan Munroe | |
| location: 'Halifax, NS' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Gripping his six-shot Colt Python with 8-inch barrel and Royal Blue | |
| finish, and tightening the straps on his Paratec Speed 2000 parachute, | |
| Jake leaped from the left aft hatchway of the tumbling, | |
| green-and-silver, twin-engined Embraer Lineage 1000, which had seating | |
| for nineteen passengers. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Jeffrey Barnes | |
| location: 'Atlanta, Georgia' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Todd languished there, neck deep in the pumpkin-hued Amargosa Desert | |
| sand like a long forgotten cupcake in an Easy Bake Oven gone hellishly | |
| amok, and it finally made sense … “ooohhhh, DEATH Valley.” | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Barbara Bridges | |
| location: 'Sierra Madre, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| There was an old woman who lived in a shoe who had so much equity | |
| (because our story, dear children, is set in Miami’s hot real estate | |
| market) that she upgraded the exterior to blue suede siding as a tribute | |
| to her idol, Elvis, moved her kids to a bootee out back, and then | |
| reopened the place as the “Are You Lonesome Tonight?” motel (but you’ll | |
| have to wait until you’re 18 to read any further). | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Derek Fisher | |
| location: 'Ottawa, ON' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was a dreary Monday in September when Constable Lightspeed came | |
| across the rotting corpse that resembled one of those zombies from | |
| Michael Jackson’s “Thriller,” except that it was lying down and not | |
| performing the electric slide. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Linda Fields | |
| location: 'Framingham, MA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The victim said her attacker was nondescript – 5’ 10 and 3/4”, 163 | |
| pounds, with Clairol #83N hair (a hint of #84N at his temples) – and | |
| last seen wearing Acuvue2 contacts, a white Hanes 65/35% poly-cotton | |
| t-shirt with a 3mm round Grey Poupon stain on the neckband, Levi’s 501s | |
| missing the second button, and Nike Crosstrainers with muddy aglets. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Ed Buhrer | |
| location: 'Louisa, VA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Nick Stiletto, a three-inch ash hanging from his generic P&Q-brand | |
| cigarette, squinted through the wispy smoke across the nicked | |
| linoleum-covered table at the man in the blue suit, wondering why he had | |
| gone into private detection when he could have easily inherited his | |
| father’s cat-stretching business in Peoria. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Bill Raftery | |
| location: 'Glen Rock, NJ' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Dawkins leaned against the building to avoid both the November wind and | |
| his prey and quietly congratulated himself for selecting his | |
| calf-length, double-breasted trench coat in a 60 cotton/40 poly | |
| left-hand twill weave with its wool felt collar, snug fitting belt with | |
| gun-metal fittings, reinforced buttons and inverted back pleat for | |
| repelling thugs and inclement weather. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Ben Ross | |
| location: 'Lexington, NC' | |
| quote: >- | |
| “Christmas Eve fell upon the piazza, and the pealing, the tintinnabulous | |
| pealing, (perhaps not a pealing but an incessant tinkling, albeit an | |
| appealing incessant tinkling) of the street performers reached my ears, | |
| masking the shot, which would have rung out had not the | |
| tintinnabulations raised such an incessant tinkling that the sound died | |
| as dead as the musician who fell like Christmas Eve at my feet – his | |
| bell having been rung.” | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Mary Hickey | |
| location: 'Kirkersville, OH' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Detective Otto Slugbert liked to compare himself to a legendary chess | |
| master, but his arch-enemy Bert Boswell often sneered that at best he | |
| resembled a merely average player of Mille Bornes® or Tri-Ominoes®. | |
| - category: Fantasy Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Camille Barigar | |
| location: 'Twin Falls, ID' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was within the great stony nostril of a statue of Landrick the Elfin | |
| Vicelord that Frodo’s great uncle, Jasper Baggins, happened to stumble | |
| upon the enchanted Bag of Holding, not to be confused with the Hag of | |
| Bolding, who was quite fond of leeks, most especially in a savory Hobbit | |
| knuckle stew. | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Christopher Backeberg | |
| location: 'KwaZulu-Natal, South Africa' | |
| quote: >- | |
| While Hector and the heroes of Troy trembled behind the ramparts as | |
| cowboys below the walls raced up and down the beach, six-guns blazing | |
| and cries of “yee-hah!” filling the air, other cowboys across the sea | |
| were laboring gamely but in vain to throw a palisade around Wichita, | |
| Kansas, thereby adding veracity to the old homily of history that it is | |
| easier to cow a fortified city than to fortify a cow city. | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Carmen Fought | |
| location: 'Diamond Bar, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The McCain boys strode off proudly to fight in the Civil War, one for | |
| the Union and one for the Confederacy, neither of them giving a single | |
| thought to who would play them in the television movie of their story, | |
| which would be decided more than a hundred years later by 20-something | |
| casting agents who kept getting the Civil War and World War II mixed up. | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Jim Guigli | |
| location: 'Carmichael, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| When Debbie decided that Salt ‘n’ Pepper Beard was the most attractive | |
| pirate on the ship, she realized that choosing him was due to the advice | |
| of Sylvia, her new Life Coach, to be realistic about her own age and to | |
| open herself up to romance where it lay, unlike the troublesome past | |
| where she would have wished that only the younger pirates take advantage | |
| of her. | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Hubert Kennedy | |
| location: 'Concord, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| If Gilbert had known then what he knew now, he would have seen that the | |
| dilemma facing him – to do a good deed for the wrong reason or to do a | |
| bad deed for the right reason – had long ago been shown to be two sides | |
| of the same coin by the philosopher known as Theragora of Crete even | |
| though he was not from Crete at all, but from Malta, which of course was | |
| not called Malta when Theragora was there. | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Daniel Kern | |
| location: 'Boise, ID' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The king’s men breathed heavily under their thick black hoods as they | |
| secured the wrists and ankles of prisoner William Tumey of Kent and as | |
| the rack’s handle began to turn the ropes tightened and William’s limbs | |
| were slowly stretched in opposite directions until his spine began to | |
| pop much like a bag of Redenbachers in a microwave and for something | |
| like the time it takes a hummingbird’s wings to complete one cycle | |
| William smiled and euphorically languished in perfect lumbar alignment. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Bill Mac Iver | |
| location: 'Berkeley, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| A single sparkling tear fell from Little Mary’s cheek onto the sidewalk, | |
| then slid into the storm drain, there to join in its course the mighty | |
| waters of the Los Angeles River and, eventually, Long Beach Harbor, with | |
| its state-of-the-art container-freight processing facilities. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Pamela Patchet Hamilton | |
| location: 'Beaconsfield, Quebec' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Her angry accusations burned Clyde like that first bite of a double | |
| cheese pizza, when the toppings slide off and sear that small elevation | |
| of the oral mucosa, just behind the front teeth, known as the incisive | |
| papilla, which is linked to the discriminatory function of the taste | |
| buds except, where Clyde was concerned, when it came to women. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Gerald R. Johnson Vancouver | |
| location: WA | |
| quote: >- | |
| It had been a dark and stormy night, but as dawn began to light up the | |
| eastern sky, to the west the heavens suddenly cleared, unveiling a pale | |
| harvest moon that reposed gently atop the distant mesa like a pumpkin on | |
| a toilet with the lid down. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Debra Allen Wichita Falls | |
| location: TX | |
| quote: >- | |
| Lisa moved like a cat, not the kind of cat that moves with a slinky | |
| grace but more like the kind that always falls off the book shelf when | |
| he’s washing himself and then gets all mad at you like it’s your fault | |
| (which it wasn’t although it probably was kind of mean to laugh at him | |
| like that), although on the bright side, she hardly ever attacked | |
| Ricky’s toes in his sleep. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Mary Barberio Northville | |
| location: MI | |
| quote: >- | |
| Words cannot describe the exquisite loveliness of the brilliant azure | |
| sky with its cerulean striations of periwinkle, cornflower, and cyan. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Ron Bird | |
| location: 'Lakehills, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As he saw his master approach, his tail wagged severely like an elderly | |
| lady fanning herself with a cardboard fan with a Bible verse on one side | |
| and a picture of Jesus on the other while singing hymn 567 from the | |
| Common Book of Hymns on an August afternoon revival in southern Indiana. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Ron Bird | |
| location: 'Lakehills, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| He rose quickly when she entered, not like the flag being raised at the | |
| American Legion in a jerky fashion, but more like the light red Creme | |
| Soda in the straw of a teenage girl or boy on the back porch of his | |
| mobile home late in the evening. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Dennis Grace | |
| location: 'Austin, Texas' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As I watched the sun rise through the wisps of smog like an angry | |
| Scandinavian sumo wrestler clad in a gold lamé muumuu, riding an | |
| arthritically slow escalator through the smoke of his own cheap panatela | |
| to the linens and beddings floor at J C Penneys, I realized that upon | |
| the orb’s overtopping the horizon, simple geophysics would deal that | |
| metaphor a quick and far less painful death than it deserved. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Dwight Jenkins | |
| location: 'Sun City, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The nervous and untried exotic dancer seemed to cling protectively to | |
| her brass pole like the edge of a roll of plastic wrap when you are | |
| looking for the beginning of the roll and it seems like it’s healed up | |
| or melted into the rest of the wrap until finally you just give up and | |
| use foil or wax paper instead. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: T. Edward Lavoie | |
| location: Essex Junction VT | |
| quote: >- | |
| The steam rose off his sweaty red flannel shirt like cotton candy on a | |
| cardboard cone, if cotton candy were transparent in a misty sort of way | |
| and didn’t actually stick to its cone, but instead rose upwards | |
| something like steam rising off a sweaty flannel shirt in the twilight | |
| of an early winter Vermont afternoon. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Jennifer G. Liggett | |
| location: 'Stow, OH' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The widow Hasha Brown, whose agrarian husband had died from an | |
| unfortunate accident involving a hoe, leaned on the filigree railing of | |
| her balcony, overlooking her lavish, ornate Idaho estate, her dewy | |
| breasts protruding from her Pucci-print dressing gown like subterranean | |
| tubers saturated and distended from the vernal rains. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Stephen V. Masse | |
| location: 'Medford, MA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| David loved Marisela’s voice, which was like fresh honeydew melon | |
| wrapped in fine prosciutto, and pierced with a round, teal gourmet | |
| toothpick, set on a Lenox Fruits of Life serving plate upon a mahogany | |
| table in a brilliantly sunlit (albeit in need of redecorating) dining | |
| room, but he wasn’t very fond of anything she said. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Katrina Medoff | |
| location: 'Wilmington, DE' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The sun, which much resembled the yolk of a sunny-side up egg, set over | |
| the slight hill like a cheerio falling off the back of a spoon when a | |
| spoon is upside-down on a table and a cheerio is set on top of it. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Linda Shakespeare | |
| location: 'Elk Grove, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| When he heard the woman upstairs scream, the Maytag man’s heart thumped | |
| in his chest like an off-balance washer full of heavy bath towels. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Russ Winter | |
| location: 'Janesville, MN' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Gray hung over the morning like a gauze bandage, the kind you wrap | |
| loosely over an oozing wound to keep it covered but still let air in, | |
| but the eastern sky reddened slowly, like the first signs of blood | |
| poisoning moving up an arm. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Dennis Barry | |
| location: 'Dothan, AL' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Despite the vast differences it their ages, ethnicity, and religious | |
| upbringing, the sexual chemistry between Roberto and Heather was the | |
| most amazing he had ever experienced; and for the entirety of the Labor | |
| Day weekend they had sex like monkeys on espresso, not those monkeys in | |
| the zoo that fling their feces at you, but more like the monkeys in the | |
| wild that have those giant red butts, and access to an espresso machine. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Dan Winters | |
| location: 'Los Altos Hills, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Sex with Rachel after she turned fifty was like driving the last-place | |
| team on the last day of the Iditarod Dog Sled Race, the point no longer | |
| the ride but the finish, the difficulty not the speed but keeping all | |
| the parts moving in the right direction, not to mention all that | |
| irritating barking. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Gordon Bassham | |
| location: 'Andover, KS' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Our story begins with Raul, gently stroking Priscilla’s raven hair, | |
| gazing into her coal-dark eyes, eyes that reminded him of the blackness | |
| of the inside of a size 11½ D shoebox, which in turn reminded him he | |
| needed to get his Bass Weejuns re-soled before that job interview next | |
| week with the owner of the janitorial service. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Ted Begley | |
| location: Lexington KY | |
| quote: >- | |
| Ramon kissed Juanita hard and fast, his tongue probing her mouth like an | |
| urologist’s finger searching for a lone polyp on an engorged prostate | |
| gland, which reminded Ramon that he needed to get a colonic irrigation | |
| to make next week’s annual physical more pleasant for both him and his | |
| doctor. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Janna Harris | |
| location: 'Littlerock, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Sylvia leaned seductively back in her chair and downed the shot of cheap | |
| gin that Brad had poured for her, and speculated once again that, even | |
| if it did taste like something you’d rub on a horse, it had the pleasant | |
| side effect of softening Brad’s facial symmetry which had always | |
| reminded her of the collapsed, pocked surface of a cheese quiche that’s | |
| been cooked at too high a temperature. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Jeremy Perreaux | |
| location: 'Sarnia, Ontario' | |
| quote: >- | |
| He loved her like no other, their romance developing quickly, like the | |
| rapid growth of farm swine which grow from 2 to 4 pounds daily until | |
| they’re fully grown and put to market for slaughter, or like the rapidly | |
| growing cells that produce moose antlers until they fall off in early | |
| spring, and suddenly Bill sensed the imminent doom of his romance lying | |
| in wait. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Michael J. Sheehan | |
| location: 'Cedar, MI' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Like a baleen whale inhaling krill – a collection of small marine | |
| crustaceans of the order Euphausiacea – or an anteater sucking up | |
| Formicidae – characteristically having wings only in the males and | |
| fertile females and living in colonies that have a complex social | |
| organization – her lips sought out mine in a passionate kiss. | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Christopher Backeberg | |
| location: 'KwaZulu-Natal, South Africa' | |
| quote: >- | |
| “Send a message back to Command Central on Earth and ask for their | |
| advice, which we will be able receive immediately even at this great | |
| distance, thanks to the ingenious manipulation of coherent radiation | |
| through a Bose-Einstein condensate and the bizarre influence of the | |
| Aspect effect, which enables us to impart identical properties to | |
| remotely separated photons,” Captain Buzz told the feathered Vjorkog at | |
| the comms desk, “and tell them our life-pod is going to explode in eight | |
| seconds.” | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Talha bin Hamid | |
| location: 'Karachi, Pakistan' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was just another day at the office aboard “StarCruise” until David | |
| spotted a tiny speck in his passenger window, approaching from the | |
| direction of the Masai Nebula and making a right angle with bisector of | |
| the isosceles formed if you joined Bendy’s Star, Planet Anet, and White | |
| Hole 14437-5A, but sighed peacefully as it turned out to be the | |
| reflection of the fluorescent light swinging loose above Captain | |
| Mudlove’s head. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Dick Davis | |
| location: 'Circle Pines, MN' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As Johann looked out across the verdant Iowa River valley, and beyond to | |
| the low hills capped by the massive refrigerator manufacturing plant, he | |
| reminisced on the history of the great enterprise from its early days, | |
| when he and three other young men, all of differing backgrounds, had | |
| only their dream of bringing refrigeration to America’s heartland to | |
| sustain them, to the present day, where they had become the Midwest’s | |
| foremost group of refrigerator magnates. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: John L. Drost | |
| location: 'Barboursville, WV' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Herr Professor Doktor Weiss’ reputation was made when he conclusively | |
| proved the fraudulency of the Mayan codex that claimed to show that that | |
| ancient people knew the ratio of a circle’s circumference to its | |
| diameter to an exactitude unknown until modern times, in his article, | |
| “Bye, Bye, Mesoamerican Pi.” | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Tracey MacDonald | |
| location: Antigonish NS | |
| quote: >- | |
| Cheralynn posed before the unblinking mirror, panting weakly, as her | |
| private surgeon hovered around her, tightening the straps on her | |
| custom-made girdle, and it dawned on her for the first time in her | |
| pampered, overindulged 49 years, that it was only a matter of time | |
| before she would succumb to Furniture Disease, and her chest would fall | |
| into her drawers. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Samuel Goldstein | |
| location: 'Los Angeles, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| His mistake, Shut-eye McBlamaway reflected, was not in standing up to a | |
| gang of desperadoes and rustlers on the high country, but in standing up | |
| to a gang of desperadoes and rustlers who had just left the set of a | |
| Sergio Leone shoot, and were thus equipped with those guns that never | |
| run out of ammunition. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Geoff Blackwell | |
| location: Bundaberg QLD Australia | |
| quote: >- | |
| Butch glared balefully across the saloon at Tex, who had been stone dead | |
| since the scorpion he had unwittingly sat on had bitten him on the butt | |
| some half an hour or so ago, little suspecting that this was going to be | |
| his toughest staring contest since the one against old Glass-eyed Juan, | |
| during the great sand-storm of ’42, at the height of the Arizona | |
| conjunctivitis epidemic. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Wayne Spivey | |
| location: 'Major, USAF Retired, Huntsville, Texas' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As she sashayed out of the police station, her high heels clicking a | |
| staccato rhythm on the hard tile floor, like a one-armed castanet player | |
| in a very bad mariachi band, her ample bosom held in check only by a | |
| diaphanous blouse, and bouncing at each step like a 1959 tricked out | |
| Low-rider Chevy with very good hydraulics – she smiled to herself as she | |
| thought of the titillating interrogation from Detective Tipple about the | |
| Twin Peaks Melon Heist. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Stan Higley | |
| location: 'Fairport, NY' | |
| quote: >- | |
| When she sashayed across the room, her breasts swayed like two house | |
| trailers passing on a windy bridge. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Mark Schweizer | |
| location: 'Hopkinsville, KY' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Although Brandi had been named Valedictorian and the outfit for her | |
| speech carefully chosen to prove that beauty and brains could indeed | |
| mix, she suddenly regretted her choice of attire, her rain-soaked | |
| T-shirt now valiantly engaging in the titanic struggle between the | |
| tensile strength of cotton and Newton’s first law of motion. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Jim Lubell | |
| location: 'Mechanicsville, Maryland' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Getting the performance rating of highly successful, although clearly | |
| nothing to be ashamed of, left Blevins somewhat oddly dissatisfied, like | |
| when you realize, upon having the triage nurses greet your ambulance, | |
| that your underwear, as far as you can determine, is in pretty decent | |
| condition, but you’ll, nonetheless, never pull through the surgery. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Mary Montiel | |
| location: 'Wichita, KS' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The goose waddled slowly, heavily, across the road, exactly the way my | |
| mother-in-law would if she were a goose. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Terry Johnson | |
| location: 'Tularosa, NM' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Kathy, who had bound her breasts and cropped her hair, and lied about | |
| her gender to join a monastery of Jesuits in northern Kentucky, until | |
| she was discovered one night in the shower, winced as the dentist pulled | |
| her tooth. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Stephen E. Moore | |
| location: 'Edmonds, WA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| A Lodgepole Pine grew straight and tall in front of his cabin, sort of | |
| like a lodgepole, only with branches. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: >- | |
| Buck was reminded of his lifelong dream of becoming a brilliant | |
| veterinary surgeon | |
| location: >- | |
| a dream he’d vacuum-packed to his heart since watching a crime show | |
| about a rash of unsolved tail dockings on the Isle of Man. — Leslie | |
| Muir, Atlanta, GA | |
| quote: >- | |
| As diaphanous curlicues of tobacco smoke tumbled gracefully in the | |
| honky-tonk air – like double-jointed gymnasts from the spirit world | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Carl C. Partlow | |
| location: 'Rancho Cucamonga, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Withdrawing his hand from her knee, the English professor stormed, | |
| “Ending a sentence with a preposition is the sort of nonsense up with | |
| which I will not put,” although she had merely looked at his hand and | |
| asked, “What are you doing that for?” in a sentence intended to end the | |
| proposition. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Lawrence Person | |
| location: 'Austin, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Frank took one look at Tina’s moderately shapely legs, her adequate | |
| waist, her decent bosom, and her not-unattractive face, and said to | |
| himself ”Well, hello Miss You’ll-Do-Until-Something-Better-Comes-Along!” | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Matt Fidiam | |
| location: 'Soquel, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Yet again Imelda was exacerbated, or at least she assumed she was, as | |
| she was never sure exactly what the term meant though when she felt | |
| bloated and crampy as she was now, she was pretty sure she was, | |
| exacerbated that is. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Richard A. Polunsky | |
| location: Houston TX | |
| quote: >- | |
| Twas brillig, and the toves were not just slithy, they were stinking | |
| drunk. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Robert Salsbury | |
| location: 'Spokane Valley, WA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| “Please Jeffrey, don’t tell him this time” a beautiful woman, with eyes | |
| like cobalt fire, implored of me as she staggered obviously a bit tipsy, | |
| if not completely obliterated, out of the Wagon Wheel Tavern and onto | |
| West Fourth Street and blinking twice from the afternoon sun managed to | |
| slink past me and into the arms of a fellow who I’m guessing was | |
| Jeffrey. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Cathy Bannister | |
| location: 'Kaleen, Canberra, Australia' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Ah, yes, it was a beautiful face with skin smoother than pumice and | |
| breath fresher than a twenty-five-day-old tuna sandwich stored for safe | |
| keeping in a Wichita schoolgirl’s lunchbox, and I found myself beset, | |
| nay, overcome, with twin urges: to ravish her there and then on the cash | |
| register, or to slough off the skin of my calloused feet on the stubble | |
| of her chin. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Mariann Simms | |
| location: 'Wetumpka, AL' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Houses dotted the landscape in the small village where Hans lived … | |
| somewhat resembling a Monet painting … although he wasn’t really the | |
| father of pointillism … but since it did directly offshoot FROM | |
| impressionism, it would still be appropriate; plus, the fact his name | |
| was Hans, made it seem all the more in keeping with the overall theme. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Randy Wilson | |
| location: 'New Albany, IN' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The day was like any other, except that this was a Wednesday so it was | |
| really only like 1/7th of the other days. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Charles Wells | |
| location: 'Albuquereque, NM' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Her romance ended, not a quick separation but like the gradually fading | |
| white dot on one of those old black-and-white vacuum tube TVs when it’s | |
| turned off; and she was glad, because she felt uneasy in his arms and | |
| required as many adjustments to the “horizontal hold” and “vertical | |
| hold” as when she would stay up late watching scary shows like “Twilight | |
| Zone” and “Outer Limits” long ago. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Caedman Oakley | |
| location: 'Auckland, New Zealand' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Her moans and sighs stoked the fire of his libido more, engineers to the | |
| red-hot locomotive of his lust. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Terrë Yuki | |
| location: London | |
| quote: >- | |
| Maybe it was because he was feeling dizzy after the four litres of crème | |
| de menthe he’d drunk, or perhaps it was because the day had started with | |
| his slippers exploding completely unexpectedly as he ate his cornflakes, | |
| but, as Anthony looked behind him for the fortieth time, walking home | |
| from the bar, he could have sworn he was being followed by a large | |
| silver-backed gorilla. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Beth Worrall | |
| location: Australia | |
| quote: >- | |
| Gripping the handle of the knife carefully, Vanessa made a nervous | |
| incision in the body on the table, wondering vaguely if she was anywhere | |
| near the heart as the surgeon, her work-experience supervisor, flicked | |
| vaguely through the latest “Who magazine” that was placed over the head | |
| of the patient, and in taking a deep drag of her filtered 16-milligram | |
| noticed that, if the Oscars were anything to go by, orange was back in | |
| again. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Lori Yates | |
| location: 'Kezier, OR' | |
| quote: >- | |
| I saw her from across the room and knew I had to meet her, not because | |
| of her ample bosom, or her full lips, or her beautiful creamy skin, or | |
| the way her hair was twisted into a nice tight bun, or the buttoned-up | |
| blouse that begged to be torn off her body, or the skirt that was | |
| perhaps a size too small, but because she was my kid’s teacher and I was | |
| here for the parent-teacher conference. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Paul Bailie | |
| location: 'Chicago, IL' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Her eyelashes fluttered like the windshield wipers of an | |
| eighteen-wheeler on the Ohio Turnpike when the weary-eyed driver is | |
| trying to have at least some vision in a heavy August rainstorm that is | |
| like an Appaloosa urinating on solid asphalt. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Stephen Farnsworth | |
| location: 'Manchester, England' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Hardly a day passed without poor Matilda looking back on her life and | |
| ruing that fateful day she decided that to cut her toenails with her | |
| father’s scythe to make up that extra four minutes she had wasted | |
| listening to “Muskrat Love” by the Captain & Tennille. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Andy Otes | |
| location: 'Frenchs Forest NSW, Australia' | |
| quote: >- | |
| “Grasshopper, the three secrets of life are as follows: first, keep your | |
| eyes and ears open; second: don’t tell everything you know.” | |
| '2007': | |
| - category: Grand Prize | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Jim Gleeson | |
| location: 'Madison, WI' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Gerald began – but was interrupted by a piercing whistle which cost him | |
| ten percent of his hearing permanently, as it did everyone else in a | |
| ten-mile radius of the eruption, not that it mattered much because for | |
| them “permanently” meant the next ten minutes or so until buried by | |
| searing lava or suffocated by choking ash – to pee. | |
| - category: Grand Prize | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Scott Palmer | |
| location: 'Klamath Falls, OR' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The Barents sea heaved and churned like a tortured animal in pain, the | |
| howling wind tearing packets of icy green water from the shuddering | |
| crests of the waves, atomizing it into mist that was again laid flat by | |
| the growing fury of the storm as Kevin Tucker switched off the bedside | |
| light in his Tuba City, Arizona, single-wide trailer and by the time the | |
| phone woke him at 7:38, had pretty much blown itself out with no damage. | |
| - category: Grand Prize | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Andrew Cavallari | |
| location: 'Northfield, IL' | |
| quote: >- | |
| LaVerne was undeniably underdressed for this frigid weather; her black, | |
| rain-soaked tank top offered no protection and seemed to cling to her | |
| torso out of sheer rage, while her tie-dyed boa scarf hung lifeless | |
| around her neck like a giant, exhausted, pipe cleaner recently discarded | |
| after near-criminal overuse by an obviously sadistic (and rather | |
| flamboyant) plumber. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Tim Lafferty | |
| location: 'Horsell, Woking, UK' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As the hippo’s jaws clamped on Henry’s body he noted the four huge teeth | |
| badly in need of a clean, preferably with one of those electric sonic | |
| toothbrushes, and he reflected that his name would be immortalized by | |
| his unusual death, since hippo killings are not a daily occurrence, at | |
| least not in the high street of Chipping Sodbury. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: P.C. Burchard | |
| location: 'San Diego, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| “This is no time for safety,” Lance Steele thought to himself as he | |
| raced in hot pursuit of the evildoer through the cold night along the | |
| narrow road winding through the desolate twisting pass, the smell of | |
| burnt rubber rising from the macadam and the occasional spark bursting | |
| from the gravel heaved against the titanium guard rail, and he wished | |
| that he had remembered to turn the oven off, and that he were not on | |
| foot and wearing his new Florsheims. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Brad R. Frazer | |
| location: 'Boise, ID' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Miss Cardinal mused over the singularly decadent manner in which Master | |
| Hammond consumed the steak and kidney pie and was reminded of the | |
| practices of certain cannibalistic tribes with whom she had lived during | |
| her travels in Borneo, not New Guinea, although New Guinea is certainly | |
| nice this time of year, despite the fact steak and kidney pie is rarely | |
| served there, at least not the kind made from sheep or cows. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Allison Kelly | |
| location: 'Great Falls, VA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Agent 53986262.9 was strapped precariously to a giant Chinese firework, | |
| the fuse slowly shortening like a noodle getting slurped into someone’s | |
| pursed lips, and although he knew he was running out of time and still | |
| had no plan for escape, all he could think of was the song about the | |
| Muffin Man and how the word “polyurethane” made it sound like the | |
| material was made out of multiple urethras. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Dave McKenzie | |
| location: 'Federal Way, WA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Danny, the little Grizzly cub, frolicked in the tall grass on this sunny | |
| Spring morning, his mother keeping a watchful eye as she chewed on a | |
| piece of a hiker they had encountered the day before. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Julie Jensen | |
| location: 'Lodi, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Mary had a little lamb; its fleece was Polartec 200 (thanks to gene | |
| splicing, a diet of force-fed petrochemical supplements, and regular | |
| dips in an advanced surface fusion polymer), which had the fortunate | |
| side effect of rendering it inedible, unlike that other Mary’s organic | |
| lamb which misbehaved at school and wound up in a lovely Moroccan stew | |
| with dried apricots and couscous. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Veronica Perez | |
| location: 'Palm Springs, FL' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Out of a hole in the ground popped a bunny rabbit which had a long thick | |
| orange carrot between its teeth and a big splotch of mud on its back | |
| that had dried into a dirt clump the size of a tumor. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Bob Millar | |
| location: 'Hässelby, Sweden' | |
| quote: >- | |
| I’d been tailing this guy for over an hour while he tried every trick in | |
| the book to lose me: going down side streets, doubling back, suddenly | |
| veering into shop doorways, jumping out again, crossing the street, | |
| looking for somewhere to make the drop, and I was going to be there when | |
| he did it because his disguise as a postman didn’t have me fooled for a | |
| minute. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Mark Schweizer | |
| location: 'Hopkinsville, KY' | |
| quote: >- | |
| She’d been strangled with a rosary – not a run-of-the-mill rosary like | |
| you might get at a Catholic bookstore where Hail Marys are two for a | |
| quarter and indulgences are included on the back flap of the May issue | |
| of “Nuns and Roses” magazine, but a fancy heirloom rosary with pearls, | |
| rubies, and a solid gold cross, a rosary with attitude, the kind of | |
| rosary that said, “Get your Jehovah’s Witness butt off my front porch.” | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Katie Alender | |
| location: 'Studio City, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| What shocked Juliette as she entered the room was not that there was an | |
| escaped convict under her coverlet snuggling with her best teddy bear, | |
| but that there was a knife through his back, “And who,” she wondered out | |
| loud, steadying herself against the faux-taffeta wallpaper, “would stab | |
| a teddy bear?” | |
| - category: Fantasy Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Celine Shinbutsu | |
| location: 'Hino City, Tokyo, Japan' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Lady Guinevere heard it distinctly, a sharp slap, as if a gauntlet had | |
| been thrown, and yet it was hardly plausible that she, perched | |
| delicately on the back of her cantering steed, should be challenged to | |
| ride faster, since protocol determined that Arthur should ride in front, | |
| then she, then Lancelot, for that was the order prescribed by Merlin, | |
| ever since he invented the carousel. | |
| - category: Fantasy Fiction | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Michael L. VanBlaricum | |
| location: 'Santa Barbara, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Hiram had been a three-toed dragon, well on his way to a promotion to | |
| Imperial five-toed dragon, when he accidentally choked on the pink | |
| chiffon scarf of Princess Chloe’s hat, and his coughing set the new | |
| oaken parapet, on the old stone bulwark, ablaze, thereby earning a | |
| demotion to Troll 3 – now his only responsibility was to keep billy | |
| goats off the bridge. | |
| - category: Fantasy Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Wayne McCoy | |
| location: Gainesville Fl | |
| quote: >- | |
| At Elvenheim there was great joy, in that the legendary Ring of the | |
| Nordlings had been retrieved from the evil Sudlings by the hero Bill | |
| Baggydrawers, who it must be said looked nothing like a hero, at least | |
| none I’ve ever seen, and the Ring had once again been placed on the | |
| middle finger of the left hand of the Elvenking, who did rather resemble | |
| a king, even if his buck teeth made him look for all the world like a | |
| great rabbit. | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Neil Prowd | |
| location: 'Charnwood, ACT, Australia' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Samson looked in the mirror and, when he saw what a fantastic haircut | |
| Delilah had given him, he went weak at the knees. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Wayne McCoy | |
| location: Gainesville Fl | |
| quote: >- | |
| Professor Radzinsky wove his fingers together in a tweed-like fabric, | |
| pinched his lips together like a blowfish, and began his lecture on | |
| simile and metaphor, which are, like, similar to one another, except | |
| that similes are almost always preceded by the word “like” while | |
| metaphors are more like words that make you think of something else | |
| beside what you are describing. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Brent Sheppard | |
| location: 'Morganton, NC' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The highway coiled up and around the mountain like a snake ready to | |
| strike because it was being harassed by one of those annoying guys on | |
| “Animal Planet.” | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: John O’Byrne | |
| location: 'Dublin, Ireland' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Marilyn’s main feature was her mountainous breasts, with an associated | |
| sharp ravine of cleavage – the breasts not awesome like Everest, but | |
| like one of the Highland peaks near Balquhidder, where the notorious | |
| outlaw Rob Roy spent his last days. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Randy Wilson | |
| location: 'New Albany, IN' | |
| quote: >- | |
| There was a numbing chill in the air – harsher than a localized | |
| anesthetic, far less jarring than your average epidural, but still | |
| effective at creating that tingly sensation which often precludes a | |
| general lack of feeling in one’s extremities or sometimes leads to | |
| uncontrollable drooling if administered within the confines of a | |
| dentist’s chair. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Lisa Lindquist | |
| location: 'Jackson, MI' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife, not even a sharp | |
| knife, but a dull one from that set of cheap knives you received as a | |
| wedding gift in a faux wooden block; the one you told yourself you’d | |
| replace, but in the end, forgot about because your husband ran off with | |
| another man, that kind of knife. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Jack Mac’Kie | |
| location: 'Naples, Florida' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The inebriated sailor cast himself into the safe harbor of the diner, | |
| and once he had run aground in one of the orange Formica booths, without | |
| a nod of recognition or greeting brought the distracted waitress into | |
| the present by ordering in a voice both blustery and belligerent the | |
| vegetable soup, an unctuous amalgam of the kitchen’s leftover odds and | |
| ends sunk in a sulfurous sea of brine. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Richard Preddy | |
| location: 'London, England' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The car headlights were pale – like a struck match viewed through a | |
| piece of smoked glass which you think you remember using to watch a | |
| solar eclipse around the time Alison and the children were still living | |
| here, which would have been the year before you got the job at the | |
| all-night bakery, twenty humid summers ago – because the alternator was | |
| faulty. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Russell Wren | |
| location: 'Amsterdam, The Netherlands' | |
| quote: >- | |
| His feelings for Lydia became a jumbled mess, like when the pen slips | |
| out of the hole on a Spirograph wheel, ruining the drawing you have been | |
| working on for hours, or possibly, the pen running out of ink during the | |
| process, snagging and tearing a hole in the 110# cover rated vellum of | |
| his heart. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Amber Dubois | |
| location: 'Denver, CO' | |
| quote: >- | |
| She had curves that just wouldn’t quit, like on one of those car | |
| commercials where a stunt driver slides a sexy new sports car around | |
| hairpin turn after hairpin turn while some poor musician, down on his | |
| luck and having been forced to sell out his dream of superstardom for a | |
| lousy 30-second ad jingle, sings “Zoom, zoom, zoom” in the background. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Michael A. Cowell | |
| location: 'Norwalk, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Her hair was the color of old copper, not green with white streaks like | |
| you see on roofs and statues where birds have been messing, but the kind | |
| you find on dark pennies from back in the nineteen-forties or fifties | |
| after God knows how many thumbs have been rubbing Abe Lincoln’s beard. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Pamela Hibbert | |
| location: 'Crowthorne, Berkshire, England' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Stanley frowned, his brow wrinkled like the furrows of a newly ploughed | |
| field in the far reaches of East Anglia, England’s prairie, when the | |
| mighty Massey Ferguson has just completed its traverse of God’s good | |
| soil in the heat haze of a late August afternoon, and wondered for the | |
| umpteenth time where on earth he had left his reading glasses. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Kathleen Luisa | |
| location: 'Falls Church, VA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The moon rose in the east, a thin, yellow sliver like a fingernail | |
| ripped off with a jagged edge that goes to the quick and hurts like the | |
| dickens, making Selena wince as she looked on from Dirk’s strong embrace | |
| and, recalling the last time she clutched at something so hard she broke | |
| a nail, brooded as she remembered that tomorrow was her annual pap | |
| smear. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Christopher D Brunkhorst | |
| location: 'Oxford, NJ' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Karl awoke with a start, his heart pounding away like a drum, not a well | |
| mannered tympani such as one might hear in a Boston Pops rendition of | |
| “Also Sprach Zarathustra” but rather more like a snare drum in the hands | |
| of Terry Bozzio during the time when he was performing with Frank Zappa. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Philip Bateman | |
| location: 'Kenilworth, South Africa' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As her quivering lips met his, and her eyelashes fluttered softly on his | |
| sweating cheek, Dr Robbins reflected, “I didn’t realize she had upper | |
| dentures … in fact, her slippery plastic palate reminds me of going down | |
| a waterslide that hasn’t been properly chlorinated, as evidenced by the | |
| distinct nitrous and sulfurous emanations, or could it be sinus | |
| trouble?” | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Tracy Stapp | |
| location: 'Santa Ana, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| There was a pregnant pause – as pregnant as Judith had just told Darren | |
| she was (about seven and a half weeks along), which was why there was a | |
| pause in the first place. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Pamela Patchet Hamilton | |
| location: 'Beaconsfield, Quebec, Canada' | |
| quote: >- | |
| She clung to the memory of their love like those tiny bits of used | |
| tissues he always left in his pockets, which mostly ended up in the | |
| dryer lint basket although enough of them welded themselves to her | |
| favorite navy blue, polar fleece pullover, rendering it as permanently | |
| flawed and unappealing as his name tattooed on her butt. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Bill Kerschbaum | |
| location: 'Ann Arbor, MI' | |
| quote: >- | |
| He held her desperately in his arms and stroked her silken hair, and as | |
| he drew her full red lips to his, he ravenously smothered her with lots | |
| of smooches. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Linda Morgan | |
| location: 'Manassas, VA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Ruthanne felt as though she was frozen in time, staring into Steve’s | |
| eyes, deep turquoise pools of Tidy-Bowl blue, reflecting back the deep | |
| passionate love that Ruthanne felt in her heart because Steve certainly | |
| didn’t feel anything, being in a coma as he was, so what Ruthanne had | |
| reflected back to herself was what she herself felt, bouncing off | |
| Steve’s eyes, because there was absolutely zip going on behind those | |
| eyes. | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Ann Medlock | |
| location: 'Lenah Valley, TAS, Australia' | |
| quote: >- | |
| What a pity Dave was too young to have seen “2001: A Space Odyssey,” for | |
| he might have been able to predict what would happen next, when the ape | |
| standing next to the big black slab picked up the tapir bone. | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Mike Bollen | |
| location: 'Brighton, UK' | |
| quote: >- | |
| “So that was your Earth emotion ‘love’,” gasped Zyxwlyxgwr Noopar, third | |
| in line to the holo-throne of S-6, as he hosed down his trunk and | |
| removed the shallots. | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Gary Smith | |
| location: 'Florissant, CO' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Racing through space at unimaginable speeds, Capt. Dimwell could only | |
| imagine how fast his spaceship was going. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Karl Scott | |
| location: 'Brisbane, Australia' | |
| quote: >- | |
| I was in a back alley in Fiji, fighting desperately and silently for my | |
| life, fighting desperately for oxygen, clawing at the calm and almost | |
| gentle pressure of the fabric held over my face by implacable, ebony | |
| thighs when I realized – he was killing me softly with his sarong. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Kevin P. Craver | |
| location: 'Lakewood, IL' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The droppings of the migrating Canada geese just missed the outdoor | |
| revelers at the inaugural Asian math puzzle competition, marking the | |
| first time that dung flew over Sudoku Fest. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Ed Harrison | |
| location: 'Lyman, ME' | |
| quote: >- | |
| He was often found lurking behind the bakery, begging for scraps and | |
| practicing his rap, which is why he was known locally, as the synonym | |
| bum. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: David K. Lynch | |
| location: 'Topanga, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Upon discovering that his chief executioner Dr. Szekely had been | |
| secretly releasing prisoners, Vlad the Impaler ordered him to be | |
| skewered on one of the good doctor’s own fiendish spears, when suddenly, | |
| not recognizing the type of wood that was slowly advancing through the | |
| screaming victim, the nutty Romanian ruler quipped “What’s up doc?” | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Joe Wyatt | |
| location: 'Amarillo, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| A rather youthful Billy Joel was fascinated when he entered the Green | |
| Room at the Tonight Show and saw a group of matronly nuns hastily | |
| applying hair color to the noggin of the show’s next guest, Neil Young, | |
| whose agent offered an explanation from the corner of the room: “Only | |
| the good dye Young.” | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Frank Kahren | |
| location: 'Danville, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Determined to slip the leash, Everett reflected upon his folly, for he | |
| had followed the dusky Doberman of his desire into the kennel of lust, | |
| telling himself that here, at last, was the perfect pedigree for him, | |
| only to learn that she was a Bichon wheels. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Glenn Lawrie | |
| location: 'Chungnam, South Korea' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The easy and comforting roll of the saddle was second nature to Luke, | |
| and as he gazed off into the distant setting sun, he wondered whether he | |
| had enough change for one more ride at the supermarket before he had to | |
| return to the home. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Syler Womack | |
| location: 'Eustace, Texas' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Slim pulled the branding iron away from the yearling’s seared flank and | |
| looked up to see Tuffy Edwards, the boss’s daughter, trotting towards | |
| him on her sorrel mare, Brandi, wearing absolutely nothing but tight | |
| blue jeans and a green tank top – her gi-normous, heaving, unrestrained | |
| hooters resembling nothing so much as a pair of fat Charolais heifers | |
| trying to beat each other through a loading chute. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Terry Drapes | |
| location: 'Taipa, Macau' | |
| quote: >- | |
| A par on the final hole would clinch the U.S. Open for the in-form Tiger | |
| Woods but, in truth, this mattered little to Herbert Cruddle as a | |
| gigantic wave swept him over the side of his floundering shrimp trawler. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: JL Strickland | |
| location: 'Valley, AL' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Morty, a dedicated track and field athlete, was disqualified and charged | |
| with animal cruelty after giving Viagra to his 20-foot boa constrictor | |
| and using the snake to pole vault. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Wayne Spivey | |
| location: 'Huntsville, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Nothing looked good on the two young celebrities, Scarlett Johansson and | |
| Kiera Knightly, as they posed on the cover of a fashion magazine, with | |
| their lips the color of a Big Ben Hybrid Teas Rose, and flawless | |
| complexions, but they could not compare to the one with Jennifer Lopez | |
| with her smoky gray diaphanous blouse, high heels, and a black leather | |
| belt that would leave a nasty red mark if she were to spank you with it. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Lupe Amezquita | |
| location: 'San Jose, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The stench would have been too much for most people to take, but Karl | |
| was used to it, having served as a Mess Specialist on board the “U.S.S. | |
| Constitution,” an aircraft carrier that launched planes off its deck | |
| like so many maggots off a hot skillet. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Steve McAllister | |
| location: 'Austin, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| His hat fit his head as snugly as a manhole cover does the thing it fits | |
| into. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Mr. William J. Harvey | |
| location: 'Midwest City, OK' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The small boat pitched violently upon the heaving bosom of the ocean, | |
| causing Johnson to reflect that, although he generally liked bosoms, he | |
| was getting really tired of the ocean’s bosom, and wished that it would | |
| at least drop from a 44D to a 34B. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Jim Holman | |
| location: 'Gresham, OR' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As master luthier Francesca turned the night-black ebony tuning pegs of | |
| her latest creation, a flamenco negra guitar with glowing palosanto back | |
| and sides, she thought about Vicente, his manly left hand soon caressing | |
| this same fretboard in an outpouring of mournful tarantas and | |
| siguiriyas, and at that very moment her g-string snapped. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Patrick Baker | |
| location: 'Caledonia, Ontario, Canada' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Joshua was as dumb as a bunny and not at all like the egg-carrying one, | |
| more like the one who has never gone to middle school, or even the | |
| schools at either end. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Michael D. Bess | |
| location: 'Nashville, TN' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The poetry teacher’s bullet-riddled body lay sprawled on the verandah | |
| floor like a patient etherized upon a table. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Jonathan Blay | |
| location: 'Bedford, Nova Scotia, Canada' | |
| quote: >- | |
| There was only one thought in Kurt’s mind as his trembling hand and | |
| timid fingertips edged closer to the neck of Annabelle’s silk blouse, | |
| his heart pounding ever faster in syncopation with her panting breaths, | |
| gentle cries coming from her slightly-parted lips, her pleading eyes | |
| wide with a primitive emotion – if only he’d kept a tighter hold on that | |
| gerbil. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Roger Bond | |
| location: 'Whittlesea, Victoria, Australia' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Clark Kent, in his alter ego known as Superman, the Man of Steel, | |
| huddled deep into the doorway to escape the pelting spring shower, well | |
| knowing that wearing wet clothes for any length of time would give him | |
| surface rust, which he would have to remove by bathing in dilute | |
| phosphoric acid, and then sanding with 400-grit wet-and-dry sandpaper. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Katy Brezger | |
| location: Dowagiac.MI | |
| quote: >- | |
| Allison sipped her tea as she thought about the Isabella Rosselini types | |
| – tiny, fragile, etiolated, willowy creatures of ethereal beauty whose | |
| delicate spaghetti-strapped sundresses seemed to hover about a quarter | |
| of an inch above their skin, while Alison’s sundress cut into her flesh | |
| at the straps and bound at the waist or it ballooned out like the muumuu | |
| it really was. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Ray Campbell | |
| location: 'Redwood Shores, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Hector had just met Sabina minutes before, and yet there they were, | |
| knees touching, faces just inches apart in the dimly-lit room, and her | |
| gazing deep into his eyes, which should not have been a surprise to | |
| either of them given that she was an ophthalmologist and he was a boxer | |
| whose left retina may have become detached the night before when “Mad | |
| Dog” Washington clocked him with a vicious right cross. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Ellen Diamond | |
| location: 'New York, NY' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was pleasant for Zandra to remember the beach at Cannes where she and | |
| Jean-Yves had lain, his pianist hands touching her in patterns of the | |
| Rachmaninov he’d played at Languedoc, to recall the scent of his | |
| lavendar mosquito repellant, his deep laugh when she’d said: “Tu es le | |
| premier homme pour jouer la musique classique sur mon estomac,” and his | |
| reply: “C’est dommage, Zandra.” | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Cale Dempster | |
| location: North Las Vegas | |
| quote: >- | |
| Maurice slathered on the cherry colored lipstick continually, like some | |
| transvestite from a low-budget, 70’s rock opera, and plotted his next | |
| escape attempt, as he watched carefully once again while the | |
| absent-minded guard turned the knob to his prison with such ease, and | |
| cursed his Creator for giving him a luscious, silver, hairy back, but no | |
| opposable thumbs. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Terry Drapes | |
| location: 'Taipa, Macau' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Miles Otterman thought he could get away with carving his initials on | |
| the old oak tree in the town square – and he just might have if Sheriff | |
| Mitchell hadn’t recognized his MO. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Janina Eggensperger | |
| location: 'Conway, AR' | |
| quote: >- | |
| If you think that the resemblance between the characters in this book | |
| and any person living or dead is only coincidental, you’re just not | |
| trying hard enough. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Linda A. Fields | |
| location: 'Framingham, MA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| “Send an ambulance; I’m glistening profusely … bosom heaving . . . | |
| luscious, ripe orbs threatening to burst the seams of my black lace | |
| bodice … pulse galloping apace like a knight’s sleek steed … exquisite | |
| pain radiating down my graceful, alabaster arm, shooting upward to the | |
| finely chiseled jaw … I shall swoon – oh, my address?” the romance | |
| writer gasped into the phone before collapsing. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Marc "Zeke" Kossover | |
| location: 'San Francisco, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was dark that night, dark as the hood of a black ’77 Firebird and | |
| with the same glossy feel as rain had washed the Big Easy, but New | |
| Orleans did not seem any cleaner, just hot and sweaty like the back of a | |
| French Quarter stripper. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Barbara Lauriat | |
| location: 'Oxford, England' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Everything about Randy proclaimed him to be a man’s man, though neither | |
| in the sense of being the kind of man women are drawn to and men want to | |
| be nor in the homosexual sense, rather, in the sense of being a highly | |
| efficient and well-compensated valet. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Frank Leggett | |
| location: 'Sydney, NSW, Australia' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Jake entered the small suburban bank, his face as cold and frozen as | |
| Theodore Roosevelt’s on Mount Rushmore while at the same time his sweaty | |
| hands clenched and unclenched nervously in his pockets like one of those | |
| fast motion movies of flowers blooming and dying, to open a savings | |
| account. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Ella Meumann | |
| location: 'Lenah Valley, Tasmania' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As the budgies and parrots descended upon him, Rolf began to regret his | |
| decision to wear an outfit made entirely of cuttlebones; unfortunately, | |
| this was the first of many a fashion faux-pas resulting from Beatrice’s | |
| none-so-sensible advice. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Leslie Muir | |
| location: 'Atlanta, GA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Cooter – prone to deep cogitation when troubling bouts of constipation | |
| resulted in long-winded visits to the loo – reflected sentimentally on | |
| the oft underrated pork rind, envisioned its golden “pigmentation,” its | |
| pleasingly rough exterior where marriage of deep fryer to fat-rendered | |
| skin hath borne progenies of crispy bubbles, deceptive in their | |
| parchment-skinned fragility – in reality a coordinated cacophony of | |
| crunch hitherto unmatched in the snack world. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Steve Petermann | |
| location: 'Plano, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was a dark and stormy night, although according to meteorologists | |
| since the lightning density on the satellite imagery for the area was | |
| only about 0.5 strikes per square mile, it wasn’t stormy, and according | |
| to members of the American Society of Cinematographers because the | |
| lights from the city reflected off the clouds and created about 13 | |
| lumens of light, it didn’t really fit the technical definition of dark. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Paula Price | |
| location: 'California, MO' | |
| quote: >- | |
| My tongue moistened my parched lips and my stomach started to churn as I | |
| hungrily admired Leslie’s hair, which loosely resembled my great aunt | |
| Betty’s daughter Cornelia’s famous tuna casserole – brown, dry and crisp | |
| around the edges, yellow and creamy in the center with just a hint of | |
| grease spilling out over the top. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Tom Rohde | |
| location: 'Minneapolis, MN' | |
| quote: >- | |
| With “Bambi” eyes and an angelic face made for singing “The hills are | |
| alive” while traipsing across an Alpine meadow, Heidi Weissbrot seemed | |
| as pure as driven snow to older folks around Peach Blossom, but among | |
| boys her own age, there was a nasty rumor that her purity was more akin | |
| to snow driven to the river in dump trucks after being scraped from | |
| roads and parking lots. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Wendy Spoelstra | |
| location: 'Hamilton, Ontario, Canada' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The crater of the volcano glowed red against the black sky, looking as | |
| if God had taken a drag of His cigar – if He smoked – which of course, | |
| He didn’t. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Dan Stuart | |
| location: 'Burlington, VT' | |
| quote: >- | |
| John lay in the morning dew next to his sleeping love as the pink hues | |
| of the sun rose over the rolling hills, illuminating a tender scene | |
| where for the first time satisfaction had come for a happy couple, who | |
| had fought all manner of obstacles to come to this one glorious moment, | |
| defiant in the face of Montana’s repressive bestiality laws. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Jessamyn Sudhakaran | |
| location: 'New Boston, OH' | |
| quote: >- | |
| “I love the library,” Hilary said for no particular reason except to | |
| hear her own soft voice among the myriad of books which contained | |
| characters as familiar and recognizable to her as the neighborhood bum | |
| she passed everyday, who looked like Ted Danson when he dressed up as | |
| Dracula in Three Men and a Little Lady. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Graham Thomas | |
| location: 'St Albans, Hertfordshire, England' | |
| quote: >- | |
| When Marcel sank his dentures into the tarte frappée aux moules | |
| demi-tantalisées à la provençale to be suffused not with a pot-pourri of | |
| gilded remembrances of infancy, nor with vignettes of past hurly-burlies | |
| on the chaise longue, but with a bland mélange of ephemeral insipidities | |
| of quotidian contemporaneity, “That takes the biscuit,” he thought, | |
| “Madeleine’s forgotten the salt, again.” | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Mary Ann R. Unger | |
| location: 'Ewing, NJ' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The Archbishop, imprisoned for ten years in various palaces where he was | |
| called “Traitor” instead of Christoph, returned home amid cheers of | |
| those who knew his happiness and stature soon would be cut short by the | |
| sword of the Black Knight, who was actually quite pale since sunlight | |
| doesn’t penetrate armor, chain mail, and woolen underwear. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Matthew Warnock | |
| location: 'Elgin, IL' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Dane worked the Spyrograph furiously, first red, then green, then red | |
| again, and finally blue; the pattern he sought was in there somewhere, | |
| and the correct combination would open the doors to a euphoria only | |
| known to dogs getting their stomachs scratched and parakeets viewing | |
| themselves in the mirror. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Shane Spears | |
| location: 'Blytheville, AR' | |
| quote: >- | |
| “I’ll have a pack of cigarettes please, no, Marlboro 100’s … lights | |
| please, in a box, yeah, no, wait, give me a soft pack, no, not those, | |
| the ones right above them, no, no, right next to those, yeah, wait, make | |
| it two packs, no wait, how much are they … no, one pack will do me, and | |
| a lighter please, no the other one, yeah, that one will be fine,” he | |
| said quickly. | |
| '2008': | |
| - category: Grand Prize | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Garrison Spik | |
| location: 'Washington, D.C.' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Theirs was a New York love, a checkered taxi ride burning rubber, and | |
| like the city their passion was open 24/7, steam rising from their | |
| bodies like slick streets exhaling warm, moist, white breath through | |
| manhole covers stamped “Forged by DeLaney Bros., Piscataway, N.J.”— | |
| Garrison Spik, Washington, D.C. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Shannon Wedge | |
| location: New Hampshire | |
| quote: >- | |
| Leopold looked up at the arrow piercing the skin of the dirigible with a | |
| sort of wondrous dismay – the wheezy shriek was just the sort of sound | |
| he always imagined a baby moose being beaten with a pair of accordions | |
| might make. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Dave Ranson | |
| location: 'Calgary, Alberta' | |
| quote: >- | |
| “Die, commie pigs!” grunted Sergeant “Rocky” Steele through his cigar | |
| stub as he machine-gunned the North Korean farm animals. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Tim Ellis | |
| location: 'Haslemere, U.K.' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Joanne watched her fellow passengers – a wizened man reading about | |
| alchemy; an oversized bearded man-child; a haunted, bespectacled young | |
| man with a scar; and a gaggle of private school children who chatted | |
| ceaselessly about Latin and flying around the hockey pitch and the | |
| two-faced teacher who they thought was a witch – there was a story here, | |
| she decided. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Domingo Pestano | |
| location: 'Alto Prado, Caracas, Venezuela' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Dorothy had reasons to be nervous: a young girl alone in a strange land, | |
| traveling with three weird, insecure males badly in need of psychiatric | |
| help; she tucked her feet under her skirt to keep the night’s chill (and | |
| lewd stares) away and made sure one more time that the gun was secured | |
| in her yet-to-develop bosom. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Neil Prowd | |
| location: 'Charnwood, ACT, Australia' | |
| quote: >- | |
| I’m convinced that the Doc is dealing drugs to most of the mining crew | |
| because they either can’t stay awake, constantly sneeze, grin like | |
| maniacs, or won’t look you straight in the eye (not to mention behaving | |
| like a moron) and they wonder why a dwarf gets grumpy! | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Robert B. Robeson | |
| location: 'Lincoln, Nebraska' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Mike Hummer had been a private detective so long he could remember | |
| Preparation A, his hair reminded everyone of a rat who’d bitten into an | |
| electrical cord, but he could still run faster than greased owl snot | |
| when he was on a bad guy’s trail, and they said his friskings were a lot | |
| like getting a vasectomy at Sears. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Russ Winter | |
| location: 'Janesville, MN' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The hardened detective glanced at his rookie partner and mused that who | |
| ever had coined the term “white as a sheet” had never envisioned a bed | |
| accessorized with a set of Hazelnut, 500-count Egyptian cotton linens | |
| from Ralph Lauren complimented by matching shams and a duvet cover nor | |
| the dismembered body of its current occupant. | |
| - category: Fantasy Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Alex Hall | |
| location: 'Greeley, CO' | |
| quote: >- | |
| “Toads of glory, slugs of joy,” sang Groin the dwarf as he trotted | |
| jovially down the path before a great dragon ate him because the author | |
| knew that this story was a train wreck after he typed the first few | |
| words. | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Simon Terry | |
| location: 'Broadfield, Crawley, West Sussex, U.K.' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As she watched the small form swing backwards and forth from the crystal | |
| chandelier – hands on hips, sniffing the air and squeaking inaudibly – | |
| it suddenly became clear to Madame de Pompomme that she had done the | |
| wrong thing asking Jacques to find and bring back her long-lost sister: | |
| for, whilst her coterie would doubtless be enchanted for a short while, | |
| the novelty of Janine having been raised by bats since the age of two in | |
| caves of the North-west Congo would soon wear off in seventeenth-century | |
| France. | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Edo Steinberg | |
| location: 'Beer-Sheva, Israel' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Our tale takes place one century before the reign of Alboin, the Lombard | |
| king who would one day conquer most of Italy and who would end up being | |
| murdered by his own wife (quite rightfully, I’d say, since Alboin made a | |
| drinking cup out of her daddy’s skull and forced her to drink from it), | |
| when our little Sonnebert was seven years old. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Christopher Wey | |
| location: 'Pittsburgh, PA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The mongrel dog began to lick her cheek voraciously with his sopping wet | |
| tongue, so wide and flat and soft, a miniature pink fleshy cape soaked | |
| through and oozing with liquid salivary gratitude; after all, she had | |
| rescued him from the clutches of Bernard, the curmudgeonly one-eyed | |
| dogcatcher, whose own tongue – she remembered vividly the tongues of all | |
| her lovers – was coarse and lethargic, like a slug in a sandpaper | |
| trenchcoat. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Graham Thomas | |
| location: 'St Albans, Hertfordshire, U.K.' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The complementary crepuscularities of earth and sky shrank away from one | |
| another as the roseate effulgence of a new dawn burst forth, not unlike | |
| a reclining pneumatic beauty’s black silk stocking splitting apart at | |
| the seam to reveal the glowing radiance of an angrily sun-burned leg. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Jim Thomas | |
| location: 'Gilbert, AZ' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The pancake batter looked almost perfect, like the morning sun shining | |
| on the cream-colored bare shoulder of a gorgeous young blonde driving 30 | |
| miles over the speed limit down a rural Nebraska highway with the rental | |
| car’s sunroof open, except it had a few lumps. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Jeanne Villa | |
| location: 'Novato, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Bill swore the affair had ended, but Louise knew he was lying, after | |
| discovering Tupperware containers under the seat of his car, which were | |
| not the off-brand containers that she bought to save money, but | |
| authentic, burpable, lidded Tupperware; and she knew he would see that | |
| woman again, because unlike the flimsy, fake containers that should | |
| always be recycled responsibly, real Tupperware must be returned to its | |
| rightful owner. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Beth Fand Incollingo | |
| location: 'Haddon Heights, N.J.' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Like a mechanic who forgets to wipe his hands on a shop rag and then | |
| goes home, hugs his wife, and gets a grease stain on her favorite | |
| sweater – love touches you, and marks you forever. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Leslie Muir | |
| location: 'Atlanta, GA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| He was a dark and stormy knight, and this excited Gwendolyn, but | |
| admittedly not as much as last night when he was Antonio Banderas in | |
| drag, or the night before that when he was a French Legionnaire who | |
| blindfolded her and fed her pommes frites from his kepi. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Bruce Portzer | |
| location: 'Seattle, WA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Carmen’s romance with Broderick had thus far been like a train ride, not | |
| the kind that slowly leaves the station, builds momentum, and then races | |
| across the countryside at breathtaking speed, but rather the one that | |
| spends all day moving freight cars around at the local steel mill. | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Joe Schulman | |
| location: 'Cartersville, GA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Timothy Hanson, Commander of the 43rd Space Regiment in the 52nd | |
| Battalion on board the USAOPAC (United Space Alliance Of Planets Attack | |
| Carrier) and second in command to Admiral L. R. Morris of the USAOP | |
| Space Command, awoke early for breakfast. | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Mark Murata | |
| location: 'Kirkland, WA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Lightning flashed from the blue-black sky of this alien world and | |
| shattered the engines of the spaceship, destroying Reninger’s last | |
| chance of escaping and reminding him of the time his sister returned | |
| from New York with the tips of her hair dyed blue, except for the part | |
| about the lightning and the spaceship. | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Gregory Homer | |
| location: Sacramento CA | |
| quote: >- | |
| The dual-headed Zhiltoids from Beta Quadrant in the Crab Nebula, who | |
| lived entirely on a diet of steaming hot asphalt, thought they had died | |
| and gone to heaven upon landing in the Midtown Mall of Fresno, | |
| California on the planet Earth during the month they called “July”. | |
| - category: Spy Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: John R. Cooper | |
| location: 'Portland, Oregon' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Special agent Mark Park’s strong chin and firm mouth showed that he was | |
| a man to be reckoned with, while his twinkling blue eyes revealed | |
| surprising depths of kindness and humor, the scar on his cheek a past | |
| filled with violence and danger, and his left ear a fondness for M and | |
| Ms, but only the red ones. | |
| - category: Spy Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: David Potter | |
| location: 'Nagoya, Japan' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The KGB agent known only as the Spider, milk solids oozing from his | |
| mouth and nose, surveyed the spreading wound in his abdomen caused by | |
| the crushing blow of the low but deadly hassock and begged of his | |
| attacker to explain why she gone to the trouble of feeding him tainted | |
| milk products before effecting his assassination with such an inferior | |
| object as this ottoman, only to hear in his dying moments an escaping | |
| Miss Muffet of the MI-5 whisper, “it is my whey.” | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Becky Mushko | |
| location: 'Penhook, VA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Vowing revenge on his English teacher for making him memorize | |
| Wordsworth’s “Intimations of Immortality,” Warren decided to pour sugar | |
| in her gas tank, but he inadvertently grabbed a sugar substitute so it | |
| was actually Splenda in the gas. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Michael L. VanBlaricum | |
| location: 'Santa Barbara, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The Jones family held their annual family reunion on Easter going | |
| through over six dozen spiral-cut, hickory-smoked hams and several | |
| bottles of a fine Australian shiraz, before Farmer Jones, the head of | |
| the family, took the leavings back to Manor Farm to slop Napoleon and | |
| his other champion hogs but the seventy-six ham bones fed the pig’s | |
| tirade. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Matthew Chambers | |
| location: 'Parsons, WV' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Jan Svenson, having changed his fortune in the annual “Scandinavian King | |
| of the Beach” in Santa Cruz with a bottle of black hair coloring and | |
| thus standing out in a sea of fair-haired rivals to win the coveted | |
| title, realized the ironic truth of the old adage "That in the kingdom | |
| of the blonde, the one dyed man is king." | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Jay Dardenne | |
| location: 'Baton Rouge, LA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Dimwitted and flushed, Sgt. John Head was frustrated by his constipated | |
| attempts to arrest the so-called “Bathroom Burglar” until, while wiping | |
| his brow, he realized that each victim had been robbed in a men’s room, | |
| thereby focusing his attention on the janitor, whose cleaning habits | |
| clearly established a commodus operandi. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Alec Kitroeff | |
| location: 'Psychico, Greece' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Nell Gwynn, a descendant of the famous English actress and friend of | |
| King Charles II, decided she would help French aristocrats, who were | |
| being decimated by the guillotine during the French Revolution, cross to | |
| safety in England by hiding them under her voluminous skirts and putting | |
| off French customs inspectors by confronting them with a face and arms | |
| covered with angry red pimples, earning for her the sobriquet of Scarlet | |
| Pimple Nell. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Stefan Croker | |
| location: 'Bury, Greater Manchester, UK' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Upon discovering that Miles Black, the famous phrenologist from | |
| Yorkshire was going to take up yodeling to lonely goats in Bali, James | |
| White decided to balance four planks of wood on a beer keg and call it | |
| an abstract work of art in the style of a famous fourteenth-century | |
| architect, just going to prove that people will read any old garbage if | |
| they think there will be a good pun at the end of it. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: David McKenzie | |
| location: 'Federal Way, WA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Nobody knew just who the steely-eyed stranger was, where he came from, | |
| where he was headed, or what his intentions were while he was in Dodge | |
| City; but he wasn’t an hombre you’d want to stick your tongue out at or | |
| flip off, and any man who tried to tickle him would be asking for a long | |
| stay in a pine box, if you know what I mean. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Maree Lubran | |
| location: 'Saratoga, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Bryson the Plainsman seldom spoke a discouraging word but he did when he | |
| filed for divorce after discovering his dear and an interloper played. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Elaine Deans | |
| location: 'San Jose, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Behind his pearly white smile lay a Bible black heart, not like the | |
| Psalms with its, “Make a joyful noise unto the Lord,” but like | |
| Revelations where God just smites people. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Barry J. Drucker | |
| location: 'Bentonville, AR' | |
| quote: She had the kind of body that made a man want to have sex with her. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Camille Barigar and Jeff Blick | |
| location: 'Twin Falls, ID' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As Kevin thumbed through the thick pages of the ancient manuscript | |
| lately found deep in the bowels of the Enzo family library in | |
| Castellino, with its depictions and detailed woodcuts of the morbid | |
| crimes committed during the Spanish Inquisition, he couldn’t help but | |
| marvel at the serene faces of the Florentine martyrs (Italians are so | |
| much tougher than they look!) and thought that his own expression would | |
| differ slightly if he were being sawn in half using the crack of his | |
| butt as a straight-line. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Jason Garbett | |
| location: 'London, U.K.' | |
| quote: >- | |
| There are certain people in the world who emanate an aura of well being | |
| – they radiate sunshine, light up a room, bring out the best in others, | |
| and fill your half empty glass to overflowing – yes it was these very | |
| people thought Karl, as he sharpened his mirror-finished guthook knife, | |
| who were top of his list. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Malcolm Booth | |
| location: 'Brinsworth, Rotherham, U.K.' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Creeping slowly over the hill, the sun seemed to catch the small village | |
| nestled in the valley by surprise, which is a bit unusual really, as | |
| you’d think that something with a diameter of 865,000 miles and a | |
| surface temperature of 5780 degrees Kelvin, and which is more normally | |
| seen from 93,000,000 miles away, wouldn’t be able to creep anywhere, let | |
| alone catch anything by surprise. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Paul Curtis | |
| location: 'Randburg, South Africa' | |
| quote: >- | |
| “Let’s see what this baby can do, Virgil,” said Wyatt, as he floored the | |
| Charger, brushing a Dart out of the way, sideswiping an oncoming Lancer, | |
| rear-ending a Diplomat, and demolishing a row of Rams before catapulting | |
| head-on into the sheriff’s Viper – realizing that we’d indeed missed the | |
| turn-off to Abilene and ended up instead, in Dodge City. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Lili R. Lillie | |
| location: 'Alamo, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Though her beloved Roger had departed hours ago, Lila remained in their | |
| rumpled bed, daydreaming about his strong arms, soulful eyes, and how, | |
| when he first fell asleep, his snoring sounded not unlike two grizzly | |
| bears fighting over a picnic basket full of sandwiches, but as he | |
| drifted off into deeper slumber, his snoring became softer, perhaps as | |
| if the bears decided just to rock-paper-scissors for it instead. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Robert B. Robeson | |
| location: 'Lincoln, Nebraska' | |
| quote: >- | |
| I hadn’t fallen in love with Monique because of her intellectual level – | |
| she referred to the 6th grade as her “senior” year – or her habit of | |
| eating popcorn off the floor of theaters during movies – okay, so maybe | |
| love is a bad archer with a low IQ – but you couldn’t carve a finer or | |
| shapelier figure out of a hedge. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Jay Solmonson | |
| location: 'Orinda, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Emerging from the dark and dusty wine cellar of Lord Parker after a year | |
| of fattening up on wine, truffles, and caviar, head butler Hastings, | |
| sans his servility and his tan, was well larded and ready to slip into | |
| the Lord’s slippers after pickling Parker in a punt of port. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Jon Starr | |
| location: 'Rumford, ME' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The day started out as uneventfully as any other, and continued thus to | |
| midday and from there it was nothing at all to ease into an evening of | |
| numbing, undiluted monotony that survived unmarred by even the least act | |
| of momentary peculiarity – in fact, let’s skip that day altogether and | |
| start with the day after. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Dr. Ford Sutherland | |
| location: 'Venice, Florida' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As usual, Mr. Riddle came home from work, and, as usual, took the toy | |
| poodle, Fluffy, out for her walk, and, as usual, Fluffy “did her | |
| business” at the usual places, first at the bush, second, on the | |
| sidewalk, and third, in the grass, so that there, on the pavement, was | |
| evidence of Fluffy’s evening sojourn: Mr. Riddle’s little poodle’s | |
| middle piddle puddle. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Melissa Alliston | |
| location: 'Coraopolis, PA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Watching Felicia walk into the bar was like watching two fat Rottweilers | |
| in yellow spandex and spike heels that had treed a scrawny bleach blond | |
| cat at the top of a skinny flagpole that for some reason had decided to | |
| sprout casaba melons. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Steven W Alloway | |
| location: 'Granada Hills, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Her name was Mauve, like the color of paint, which was apt: not only was | |
| she “pretty as a painting,” she was also “smart as paint,” and certainly | |
| as thin (assuming sufficient solvents had been added); she was, however, | |
| Arnold discovered when she stepped from the shower, a lot more fun to | |
| watch dry. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Jane Auerbach | |
| location: Los Angeles CA | |
| quote: >- | |
| When he concentrated, his thick black eyebrows furrowed, looking not | |
| unlike a pair of Hypercompe scribonia caterpillars on a collision course | |
| over the bridge of his nose, but unlike them, his eyebrows would never | |
| evolve into giant leopard moths, and would find better places to hover | |
| after nightfall than around her 40-watt backporch light. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Roz Black | |
| location: 'Rhynie, Aberdeenshire, Scotland' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Earthy ochre and russet hues in the lifeless leaves which rustle under | |
| his feet, and spiral down from the majestic trees above, signal that | |
| October has now arrived, but of course he knew this already because he | |
| has a calendar above his breakfast bar in the kitchen. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Chris Carlos | |
| location: 'City of Industry, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As she skipped past the giant mushroom Alice was not surprised – | |
| because, after all, she had always suspected it was opium and not simply | |
| hookah, as many Lewis Carroll defenders had claimed, and tar heroin had | |
| since become a much cheaper and more available alternative – to see the | |
| track marks up and down the Caterpillar’s abdomen. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Wayne Carmichael | |
| location: 'Tyler, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Ted feared that the line between his jobs as plastic surgeon and butcher | |
| was blurring when he found himself injecting Botox into a rump roast he | |
| was preparing for his wife and mother-in-law, who was a decent person | |
| except for the hideous wart on her nose that begged to be removed – a | |
| simple task for his boning knife. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Bill Crumpler | |
| location: 'McKinney, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The homicide detective was an aging woman with a crusty and somewhat | |
| ill-tempered personality, an individual who reminded me of the kind of | |
| woman my mother, a Sunday-school teacher, would have been if she had | |
| been a crusty and somewhat ill-tempered homicide detective. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: I write this | |
| location: >- | |
| dear reader, because a writer talks to a word processor because he does | |
| not trust a real person. — Surit Das, BR, New Delhi, India | |
| quote: >- | |
| Lonely as I might like to feel – the helplessness of loneliness, and its | |
| simulation, is so responsibility-relieving it fills me with relief of | |
| the sort we feel after using the urinal after a long funeral of an | |
| elderly relative we had never met | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Larry Davick | |
| location: 'San Francisco, California' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Her lips were full and wanting in the kind of way that your tongue | |
| anticipates the happy burn of Hunan beef followed by the cooling swill | |
| of cheap beer, but never a malt liquor, as that would bruise the | |
| delicate tang of monosodium glutamate, the kind that only Sue Hong uses, | |
| that probably exacerbates her water retention, causing her lips to be | |
| unnaturally full and plump and always thirsty. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Bruce Hannem | |
| location: Citrus Heights CA | |
| quote: >- | |
| I heard her husky breathing as she came up the stairs, breathing exactly | |
| the way a sled dog breathes after competing in the Iditatrod as she | |
| sauntered into the room, her hips swiveling from side to side like a | |
| Sherman M-4 tank with a 75mm gun forcing its way through the hedgerows | |
| of Normandy after D-Day in 1944. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Laura Loomis | |
| location: 'Pittsburg, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was a dark and stormy night, except when the lightning flashed, | |
| because then it wasn’t dark; it sort of turned the windows into a giant | |
| disco ball for a moment, but eventually the thunder and lightning | |
| stopped and it settled down to a steady light rain, so then it really | |
| was dark, but it would probably be a stretch to call it stormy. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Diana Maloney | |
| location: 'Northampton, MA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Tom and Kelly’s relationship had hit a dead end, like that road in your | |
| neighborhood when you were little that everyone used to throw their old | |
| chairs away at, and then the kids would use them to build forts. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: David K. Mullen | |
| location: 'Batesville, IN' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Fittingly for a butcher, Carl resembled a fresh turkey – pale, knobby, | |
| and large through the middle with spindly appendages – and as he was | |
| wont to do on slow days, he had nearly finished reassembling the hams, | |
| loins, and chops into something approaching a pig when she walked in – | |
| long, flat, and lean, like a flank steak, radiating a heat that would | |
| cause him to flush, then darken, and, eventually, to crisp up | |
| deliciously. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Paul Olson | |
| location: 'San Jose, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Vito watched as Robert squirmed in his life vest while the Great White | |
| brushed against his chum-soaked and shackled body, but it wasn’t until | |
| the terrible fish circled back, finally ending Robert’s evening, that | |
| Vito, with the vision of the legless torso undulating up and down in the | |
| Farallon current had his epiphany, and uncovered one of life’s truly | |
| great mysteries: when you shorten Robert you really do get bob. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Ray Pasimio | |
| location: 'Chicago, Illinois' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Carey, unnerved by an affair that had suffered through weeks of | |
| volatility, walked unsteadily, her dress etching complex runes in the | |
| fine patina of dust along the antiquated floor, to a rose-scented box of | |
| love letters in a vain attempt to find solace, like a security fund | |
| struggling to find liquidity in the US sub-prime mortgage market. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Arndt Pawelczik | |
| location: 'Hennef, Germany' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As a cold winter sun was just rising above the lonely French village of | |
| Vicres-le-Buffeur, the forlorn figure of a man dressed in rich Arabian | |
| silks could be seen crouching in the center of the market square, crying | |
| softly and cradling in his arms the limp and lifeless body of what | |
| appeared to be a large hamster. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: James Macdonald | |
| location: Vancouver B.C. | |
| quote: >- | |
| The band had stopped almost two hours ago, the musicians had packed up | |
| their horns and strings and were halfway to Biloxi, but the lone couple | |
| on the dance floor moved to their own silent music as they clung to each | |
| other like barnacles on the rusty hull of an old oil tanker with a belly | |
| full of sweet crude hoping to drop their hook at the Big Easy before the | |
| dancing stopped. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Bob Salsbury | |
| location: 'Spokane Valley, WA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Like almost every other post-Hegelian neo-hipster angst monkey at | |
| Evergreen State College in Olympia, Rene flatly rejected the labels | |
| society placed upon him. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Brent Sheppard | |
| location: 'Morganton, NC' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was common knowledge around town that Bill drank like a fish, the | |
| kind of fish that consumes large quantities of cheap scotch on a daily | |
| basis. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Stephen A. Silver | |
| location: 'San Francisco, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The outlook wasn’t brilliant for the Mudville nine that day – though the | |
| Little Leaguers themselves, who all attended Mudville’s famed Albert | |
| Einstein School for Science and Technology, were certainly very, very | |
| smart. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Sarah Totton | |
| location: 'Owen Sound, Ontario' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The penguin stood on the iceberg, cutting a striking black-on-white | |
| profile, much like the silhouette produced by a person standing behind a | |
| screen in front of a bright light while holding up a Twinkie to | |
| represent the penguin and placing it atop a Yorkshire terrier to | |
| represent the iceberg. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Pixie | |
| location: >- | |
| Trixie, Moxie, Gertie, and Howard – as they reached for the same size-10 | |
| champagne-colored lace Teddy in Filene’s basement that fateful Thursday | |
| morning. — Julia Tryk, Shaker Heights, OH | |
| quote: >- | |
| Although the family resemblance was almost palpable, there was no glint | |
| of recognition in the eyes of the | |
| separated-at-birth-but-nearly-identical quintuplets | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Jane Louise Thalken | |
| location: 'Shenandoah, IA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Sandy applied a fresh coat of lipstick, snapped her gum and pulled the | |
| specially-made thigh-high waders on for one last time before the New | |
| Year rang in; Anchorage didn’t hold much for a girl from the Bronx, but | |
| Catherine the Great, in a snowdrift, had become her specialty. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Maile Valentine | |
| location: 'Lakeland, FL' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The tiny boat got tossed around on the ocean like a pinball in a pinball | |
| game played by a player who was really good at hitting all of those | |
| bumper things to get a really high score. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Tara Lazar | |
| location: 'Basking Ridge, NJ' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Rudy’s feline senses tingled as he watched Minerva pour a glass of milk, | |
| thrusting his tongue outward involuntarily, urging him to inexplicably | |
| lick his hand and smooth his cowlick, but he could not let Minerva know | |
| about the vampire kitten that had sucked his neck – attacking him with a | |
| feral ferocity that belied its adorable whiskered face – and how the | |
| meowing and purring that had become an integral part of their lovemaking | |
| was really just an injection of half-dead Calico. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Randy R. Wise | |
| location: 'Paradise, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Town mayor Alvaredo Sanchez, in defense of Carmelita’s indubitable | |
| honor, cracked the very expensive ocean-mist smoky-blue bottle of | |
| worm-in-bottom tequila over the badly balding head of his political | |
| opponent senior Montaya Gonzales, who runs the Toyota factory in town. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Edward Vincent Tennant | |
| location: 'Edgemead, Cape Town, South Africa' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Gripping his terrified victim by her sensual slender neck with his foul | |
| piercing talons like a lawnspiker, Igor the Terrible bellowed, “How do | |
| you want to die? over the coals? with a plastic bag over your head? with | |
| your blond hair seeped in red blood? in agony? today? tomorrow? – hurry | |
| up, please, my fingers are getting sore.” | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Jay Dardenne | |
| location: 'Baton Rouge, LA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Surveying his shattered and splintered ship, Baskin pronounced it | |
| wrecked, glanced at his first mate, Robbins, and began a careful | |
| assessment of his new surroundings: sand as white as whipped cream, lush | |
| greenery layered like a cake against the fruit-filled treeline, a | |
| vanilla sky blended into an evening as dark as chocolate with a | |
| pie-shaped moon, prompting him to wonder aloud, “what’s so unappetizing | |
| about being stranded on a desserted island?” | |
| '2009': | |
| - category: Grand Prize | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: David McKenzie | |
| location: 'Federal Way, WA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Folks say that if you listen real close at the height of the full moon, | |
| when the wind is blowin’ off Nantucket Sound from the nor’east and the | |
| dogs are howlin’ for no earthly reason, you can hear the awful screams | |
| of the crew of the “Ellie May,” a sturdy whaler captained by John | |
| McTavish; for it was on just such a night when the rum was flowin’ and, | |
| Davey Jones be damned, big John brought his men on deck for the first of | |
| several screaming contests. | |
| - category: Grand Prize | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Warren Blair | |
| location: 'Ashburn, VA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The wind dry-shaved the cracked earth like a dull razor – the double | |
| edge kind from the plastic bag that you shouldn’t use more than twice, | |
| but you do; but Trevor Earp had to face it as he started the second | |
| morning of his hopeless search for Drover, the Irish Wolfhound he had | |
| found as a pup near death from a fight with a prairie dog and nursed | |
| back to health, stolen by a traveling circus so that the monkey would | |
| have something to ride. | |
| - category: Grand Prize | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Marguerite Ahl | |
| location: 'Prescott Valley, AZ' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Fleur looked down her nose at Guilliame, something she was accomplished | |
| at, being six foot three in her stocking feet, and having one of those | |
| long French noses, not pert like Bridget Bardot’s, but more like the one | |
| that Charles De Gaulle had when he was still alive and President of | |
| France and he wore that cap that was shaped like a little hatbox with a | |
| bill in the front to offset his nose, but it didn’t work. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Joe Wyatt | |
| location: 'Amarillo, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| How best to pluck the exquisite Toothpick of Ramses from between a pair | |
| of acrimonious vipers before the demonic Guards of Nicobar returned | |
| should have held Indy’s full attention, but in the back of his mind he | |
| still wondered why all the others who had agreed to take part in his | |
| wife’s holiday scavenger hunt had been assigned to find stuff like a | |
| Phillips screwdriver or blue masking tape. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Tony Alfieri | |
| location: 'Los Angeles, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| In a flurry of flame and fur, fangs and wicker, thus ended the world’s | |
| first and only hot air baboon ride. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Mark A. Gray | |
| location: 'Wokingham, Berks., U.K.' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Karen Buffalo, sensing that her 1894 Brassic & Middon .45 calibre | |
| revolvers, mounted with mother-of-pearl grips and clasped by ivory | |
| buttons carved in the shape of elephants at play, were no match for | |
| “Duke” Bunton’s double-barreled shotgun, muttered under her breath “Darn | |
| that Parisian gunsmith in the Fourteenth Arrondisement!” | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Eric Rice | |
| location: 'Sun Prairie, WI' | |
| quote: >- | |
| She walked into my office on legs as long as one of those long-legged | |
| birds that you see in Florida – the pink ones, not the white ones – | |
| except that she was standing on both of them, not just one of them, like | |
| those birds, the pink ones, and she wasn’t wearing pink, but I knew | |
| right away that she was trouble, which those birds usually aren’t. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Tony Alfieri | |
| location: 'Los Angeles, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The dame sauntered silently into Rocco’s office, but she didn’t need to | |
| speak; the blood-soaked gown hugging her ample curves said it all: “I am | |
| a shipping heiress whose second husband was just murdered by Albanian | |
| assassins trying to blackmail me for my rare opal collection,” or maybe, | |
| “Do you know a good dry cleaner?” | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Steve Lynch | |
| location: 'San Marcos, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The appearance of a thin red beam of light under my office door and the | |
| sound of one, then two pair of feet meant my demise was near, that my | |
| journey from gum-shoe detective to international agent had gone horribly | |
| wrong, until I realized it was my secretary teasing her cat with a laser | |
| pointer. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Donna Kain | |
| location: 'Ph.D., Greenville, NC' | |
| quote: >- | |
| After quickly scrutinizing the two dangerously buff men coming toward | |
| her in the dark and wondering whether she could take them both out, P.I. | |
| Velma Plusch mentally inventoried her arsenal – two pistols, two | |
| stiletto-clad feet, two leather-gloved hands, two each eyes, ears, lips, | |
| and breasts – and decided that she could. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Shannon Gray | |
| location: 'Wichita, KS' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Detective Pierson mentally reviewed the group of suspects milling around | |
| the recent crime scene – two young siblings eating gingerbread, a young | |
| girl in a red hoodie, a beautiful girl with narcolepsy, and seven little | |
| people with the profession of miners – then gave his statement of “It’s | |
| a grim tale” to the press. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Lynn Lamousin | |
| location: 'Baton Rouge, LA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Darnell knew he was getting hung out to dry when the D.A. made him come | |
| clean by airing other people’s dirty laundry; the plea deal was a new | |
| wrinkle and there were still issues to iron out, but he hoped it would | |
| all come out in the wash – otherwise he had folded like a cheap suit for | |
| nothing. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Lisa Lindquist-Perez | |
| location: 'Daytona Beach, FL' | |
| quote: >- | |
| I entered the bedroom again, looking for anything the killer might have | |
| missed in his obvious attempt to clean the crime scene, when it hit me, | |
| the victim hadn’t been eating just any potato salad, it was German | |
| potato salad, the kind usually served warm, with bacon and although most | |
| people prefer the traditional American potato salad, it was clear that | |
| this victim didn’t, oh no, he didn’t prefer it at all. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Jeff Riley | |
| location: 'Fort Worth, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was a quarter ‘til eight in the ninth precinct when I got the call of | |
| a possible two-eleven at a nearby Seven-Eleven that turned out to be | |
| just a four-fifteen – that is until my number two from the ninth | |
| discovered the one-eight-seven under the Tenth Street Bridge, some | |
| two-bit mob soldier with a blossom of five .357’s right in the ten-ring. | |
| - category: Fantasy Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Stuart Greenman | |
| location: 'Seattle, WA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| A quest is not to be undertaken lightly – or at all! – pondered | |
| Hlothgar, Thrag of the Western Boglands, son of Glothar, nephew of | |
| Garthol, known far and wide as Skull Dunker, as he wielded his chesty | |
| stallion Hralgoth through the ever-darkening Thlargwood, beyond which, | |
| if he survived its horrors and if Hroglath the royal spittle reader | |
| spoke true, his destiny awaited – all this though his years numbered but | |
| fourteen. | |
| - category: Fantasy Fiction | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Andrew Manoske | |
| location: 'Foster City, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Towards the dragon’s lair the fellowship marched – a noble human prince, | |
| a fair elf, a surly dwarf, and a disheveled copyright attorney who was | |
| frantically trying to find a way to differentiate this story from Lord | |
| of the Rings. | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Dr. Sarah Cockram | |
| location: 'Edinburgh, U.K.' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The Cunard “Carinthia” glided through the starry waters of the Bering | |
| Sea, 843 passengers aboard, including Harriet Dobbs, resignedly single | |
| for over a decade, while a nautical mile due west slunk the K-18 | |
| submarine, under the command of lonely Ukrainian Captain First Rank | |
| Nikolai Shevchenko: ships that passed in the night (although the second | |
| technically a boat). | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Joseph Aspler | |
| location: 'Kirkland, QC, Canada' | |
| quote: >- | |
| On a fine summer morning during the days of the Puritans, the prison | |
| door in the small New England town of B----n opened to release a | |
| convicted adulteress, the Scarlet Letter A embroidered on her dress, | |
| along with the Scarlet Letters B through J, a veritable McGuffey’s | |
| Reader of Scarlet Letters, one for each little tyke waiting for her at | |
| the gate. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Eric Stoveken | |
| location: 'Allentown, PA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The gutters of Manhattan teemed with the brackish slurry indicative of a | |
| significant though not incapacitating snowstorm three days prior, making | |
| it seem that God had tripped over Hoboken and spilled his smog-flavored | |
| slurpie all over the damn place. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Christin Keck | |
| location: Akron OH | |
| quote: >- | |
| Warily – as if his hands were a green-bean casserole in a non-tempered | |
| glass dish that had just come out of the freezer, and the patient was an | |
| oven that had been preheating for a good 75 minutes at 450F – the | |
| surgeon slowly reached into the incision and groped for the bullet | |
| fragment in the pancreas, at last finding it nestled near one of the | |
| Islets of Langerhans like a small wrecked lifeboat foundered on a | |
| sandbar as it floated in the fog, adrift in the Sea of John’s Innards. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Rick Cheeseman | |
| location: 'Waconia, MN' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Mortimer froze in his tracks; the rhythmic clicking on the stones of the | |
| path (well … not really a clicking sound so much as a kind of clinking | |
| sound, more like the noise made by shaking a charm bracelet filled with | |
| Disney characters to a salsa beat) made him suddenly realize he had | |
| forgotten to buckle one of his galoshes. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Matt Dennison | |
| location: 'Erie, PA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Without warning, their darting tongues entwined, like a couple of | |
| nightcrawlers fresh from the baitshop – their moist, twisting bodies | |
| finally snapping apart, not unlike an old man’s muddy galosh being | |
| yanked away from his patent leather shoe. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Rita Hammett | |
| location: 'Boca Raton, Florida' | |
| quote: >- | |
| She expected a beautiful morning after the previous night’s hard rain | |
| but instead stepped out her door to a horrible vision of drowned | |
| earthworms covering the walkway – their bodies curled and swirled like | |
| limp confetti after a party crashed by firefighters. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Harol Hoffman-Meisner | |
| location: 'Greensboro, NC' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The first time I saw her she took my breath away with her long blonde | |
| hair that flowed over her shoulders like cheese sauce on a bed of | |
| nachos, making my stomach grumble as she stepped into the room, her red | |
| knit dress locking in curves better than a Ferrari at a Grand Prix. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Lisa Mileusnich | |
| location: 'Willoughby, OH' | |
| quote: >- | |
| He slowly ran his fingers through her long black hair, which wasn’t | |
| really black because she used Preference by L’Oreal to color it (because | |
| “she was worth it”); her carrot-colored roots were starting to show, and | |
| it reminded him of the time he’d covered his car’s check engine light | |
| with black electrical tape, but a faint orange glow still shone around | |
| the edges. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Michael Reade | |
| location: 'Durham, NC' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Their relationship hit a bump in the road, not the low, graceful kind of | |
| bump, reminiscent of a child’s choo choo train-themed roller coaster, | |
| rather the kind of tall, narrow speed-bump that, if a school bus ran | |
| over it, would cause even a fat kid to fly up and bang his head on the | |
| ceiling. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Maisey Yates | |
| location: 'Jacksonville, OR' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was a dark and stormy night, well, not pitch dark so much a plumby, | |
| you know, that time of night where it turns into that kind of eggplant | |
| color, which I hate – eggplant not the time of night – and it wasn’t | |
| stormy so much as drizzly, like a cold that’s not so bad but really | |
| annoying, where you sound a little plugged up and all your mucus just | |
| sort of hovers at the edge of your nostrils or drips down the back of | |
| your throat, it was like that. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Ada Marie Finkel | |
| location: 'Boston, MA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Melinda woke up suddenly to the sound of her trailer being pounded with | |
| wind and hail, and she couldn’t help thinking that if she had only put | |
| her prized hog up for adoption last May, none of this would be | |
| happening, no one would have gotten hurt, and she wouldn’t be left with | |
| only nine toes, or be living in a mobile home park in Nebraska with a | |
| second-rate trapeze artist named Fred. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Kathryn Minicozzi | |
| location: 'Bronx, NY' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As she slowly drove up the long, winding driveway, Lady Alicia peeked | |
| out the window of her shiny blue Mercedes and spied Rodrigo the new | |
| gardener standing on a grassy mound with his long black hair flowing in | |
| the wind, his brown eyes piercing into her very soul, and his white | |
| shirt open to the waist, revealing his beautifully rippling muscular | |
| chest, and she thought to herself, “I must tell that lazy idiot to trim | |
| the hedges by the gate.” | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Robert Friedman | |
| location: 'Skillman, NJ' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The golden, starry wonders of the dark universe unfurled before the | |
| brave interstellar vessel “Argus” like a black flag of victory with a | |
| whole bunch of holes in it as the mysterious mission buoyantly commenced | |
| that would one day resolve critical questions about space, time, and the | |
| appropriate ratio of nuts to chips in a perfect chocolate chip cookie. | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Harol Hoffman-Meisner | |
| location: 'Greensboro, NC' | |
| quote: >- | |
| George scratched his head in abject puzzlement as he tried to figure out | |
| where he’d parked the rocket this time in the 100-acre parking lot of | |
| Nallmart 75B, but then he remembered that a ship-boy had taken his DNA | |
| key – but which one, the kelly-toned humanoid or the | |
| atmosphere-of-Rylak-hued android; scanning the horizon, he at last | |
| turned to Babs and asked “how green was my valet”? | |
| - category: Spy Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Rafaela Canetti | |
| location: 'Rio de Janeiro, Brazil' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Oliver Smith, spy on Her Majesty’s service – not that she knew about it, | |
| because that tended to spoil the whole secrecy thing and really, who’d | |
| want an un-secret spy, anyway? Not to mention that any spy worth his | |
| salt would kill anybody who knew his identity … so I wouldn’t go around | |
| mentioning that I read this if I were you – looked both ways before | |
| crossing the street. | |
| - category: Spy Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Amy E. Gross | |
| location: 'Fair Lawn, NJ' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The serrated butter knife tossed capriciously onto the 38th Street | |
| sidewalk amid the detritus of Salem cigarette butts and a Mentos box was | |
| devoid of zero trans fat margarine, but glinted invitingly in the | |
| sunlight nonetheless, poised for the opportunity to be repurposed to cut | |
| up a Snuggie, and Vladimir took it. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Greg Homer | |
| location: 'Placerville, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Using her flint knife to gut the two amphibians, Kreega the Neanderthal | |
| woman created the first pair of open-toad sandals. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Eric Davies | |
| location: 'Dunedin, New Zealand' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Medusa stared at the two creatures approaching her across the Piazza | |
| and, instantly recognizing them as Spanish Gorgons, attempted to stall | |
| them by greeting them in their native tongue, “Gorgons, Hola!” | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Janine Beacham | |
| location: 'Busselton, Western Australia' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Eyeing the towering stacks of food colouring that formed the secret to | |
| his billion-dollar batik textile empire, grumpy Old Man Griffington was | |
| forced to admit that dye mounds are a churl’s best friend. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Brett Hawkins | |
| location: 'Burleson, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| He was the desert nightmare whose name no one dared breathe, this deadly | |
| gun-slinger Garth Tedder, whose face struck terror in the hearts of man | |
| and beast, its macabre, round, maroon cheeks almost exactly like the | |
| pickled beets that farmers’ wives force-fed their horrified families. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Eric Davies | |
| location: 'Dunedin, New Zealand' | |
| quote: >- | |
| There stood Tex Omaha, fillin’ his canteen with his last bottle of Fiji | |
| water – a case of which, oddly, he’d got off an Irishman travelin’ west | |
| on the railroad – ‘cause it’s good water, better than the dirt-brown | |
| stuff at the waterhole that tastes like a rusty nail, worth the two | |
| buffalo hides he traded for it, and it’ll keep him cool, calm and | |
| well-hydrated while he’s huntin’ down that dirty, no-good Scots-English | |
| cattle rustler, Angus “Shorthorn” Hereford. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Steve Heckman | |
| location: 'Taylors, SC' | |
| quote: >- | |
| ”I want you to follow my husband,” said my newest client, the enigmatic | |
| Mrs Yogi, estranged wife of the Maharishi Mahesh Yogi. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Denise Welding | |
| location: 'Amesbury, MA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Automotive power and the color red proved fatal to Santino; Sophia found | |
| his body wrapped around the exposed custom pistons of his ruined Ferrari | |
| Testarossa, and remembered the morning she found a sowbug on her red | |
| anthurium, a racy flower with an exposed pistil. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Nikkia Daniel | |
| location: 'Marietta, GA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As Laurel made her way through the plaza, she couldn’t help but notice | |
| the gorgeous co-anchor for the morning news show, out yet again signing | |
| autographs, smiling broadly, and infusing everyone around her with | |
| happiness, and she wondered, just for a second mind you, how good it | |
| would feel to punch her right in her stupid little face. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: James Macdonald | |
| location: 'Vancouver, B.C.' | |
| quote: >- | |
| “They clang to me like horse flies on cow dung,” said angry, shivering | |
| onion farmer Jesper Lunk, whose clothes had been eaten off him by a | |
| plague of locusts except for his boxer shorts, which were a comfortable | |
| cool blend of rayon and nylon in a floral pattern with a three-button | |
| fly and a snug elastic waistband. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Jeff Eller | |
| location: 'New Orleans, LA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| From my car I took thorough stock of the loose group of illegals | |
| standing around outside the Home Depot – plasterers, roofers, painters, | |
| all for hire … girls, too – and fingered the FEMA money in my pocket | |
| ruminatively; my house was a mess, but so was my love life – what was my | |
| pleasure? | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Ted Begley | |
| location: 'Lexington, KY' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As Oedipus watched his mother gracefully glide across the great hall, he | |
| felt a stirring in his loins which he immediately regretted but then | |
| quickly dismissed, for he knew if these wanton desires for his mother | |
| were wrong then someone would have named the condition by now, thus | |
| proving once again that where his emotions were concerned there was only | |
| one description for Oedipus … complex. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: James Biggie | |
| location: Melrose MA | |
| quote: >- | |
| Rosalita came in looking, with a look of surprise not unlike that of | |
| Hedy Lamarr in the 1947 version of “Samson and Delilah” when she learns | |
| that Samson will marry the woman, portrayed by Angela Lansbury, but with | |
| less fervor than that of Joan Crawford’s 1948 version of “Mildred | |
| Pierce” discovering her daughter, played by Ann Blythe, was to run away | |
| with her, (Mildred’s) boyfriend, to discover that Ernesto had once again | |
| left up the toilet seat. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Dan Blaufuss | |
| location: 'Glenview, IL' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As Lieutenant Baker shrank his lips back to their normal size, he tried | |
| desperately to think of a situation in which his new-found power might | |
| be useful, as have I, your narrator. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Barry Bozzone | |
| location: 'Allentown, PA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| She had whispered wantonly, “Come to bed, Yul,” but was now staring in | |
| utter disgust because the green lava lamp was too revealingly bright as | |
| he fumbled to adjust his new Merken, a $300 pubic toupee that had looked | |
| like a steal on eBay, but now looked just like a wet Tribble that had | |
| inexplicably crawled up his crack from an old “Star Trek” episode. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Matthew Brady | |
| location: Seattle WA | |
| quote: >- | |
| Her kiss grasped his lips like an aroused sea barnacle; her breath | |
| smelled like wet feet mated with ham – marinated, salty, delicious; and | |
| the sea wailed around them like lovers in a trailer park. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Trent Bristol | |
| location: 'Mandan, ND' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Peter shaded his eyes from the brilliant April morning sunlight as it | |
| suddenly illuminated the Bunny Trail, contemplated his handiwork, | |
| (separating all of those pearly white chicks-to-be from their mothers) | |
| and prepared for the final task to complete his mission – yes, this was | |
| a good day to dye. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Rich Buley-Neumar | |
| location: 'Amityville, NY' | |
| quote: >- | |
| There were earthquakes in this land, terrible tsunamis that swirled | |
| flooding torrents of water throughout, and constant near-blizzard | |
| conditions, and not for the first time, Horatio Jones wished he did not | |
| live inside a snow globe. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: David J Button | |
| location: 'South Australia, Australia' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Grimly aware of the rapidly approaching disaster, Spiderman leaped from | |
| rooftop to flagpole, from flagpole to fire escape, hurling himself | |
| recklessly from building to building, darting glances through every | |
| window in his desperate search for one vital room, while silently | |
| cursing the fact that the last thing he had done before donning a | |
| one-piece skintight costume, was to eat a large bowl of hot chili. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: John Drew | |
| location: 'Santa Clarita, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| They said that his writing was rich in metaphor … not the type of rich | |
| that one likens with the amassing of great wealth, but rather the | |
| richness that one might associate with a Pot Pourri pasta meal available | |
| at Spaghetti Factory, featuring a mix of Brown Butter and Mizithra | |
| Cheese, Meat, Clam, and Marinara sauces – yes, that’s how rich his | |
| metaphors were! (for John Updike-RIP) | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Roger Collier | |
| location: 'Ottawa, Ontario' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Before she was Tabloid Sally, the impossibly foxy movie star who | |
| destroyed marriages like a busty ball-peen hammer, before she was Nobel | |
| Sally, the mercurial chemist who cured chronic halitosis, and before she | |
| was Pulitzer Sally, the honey-dipped scribe who brought Washington to | |
| its knees, she was just little Sally Barns from Crow’s Neck, Neb., Bill | |
| and Margie’s daughter, a doe-eyed pixie who loved fairy tales and onion | |
| rings. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Joe Dykes | |
| location: 'Denver, CO' | |
| quote: >- | |
| I awoke in my sleeper on the way from Amsterdam to Rotterdam, my | |
| nightmare riven by a train of thought that abruptly stopped me in my | |
| tracks with cataclysmic, explosive, and yet equal and opposing force, | |
| like a train on its way from Rotterdam to Amsterdam; then I realized I | |
| was on the wrong train and headed for Rotterdam, instead of Amsterdam. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: John Faherty | |
| location: 'Queensbury, NY' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The skydiver jumped out of the plane and felt his skin being pulled back | |
| like that of a dog sticking its head out of a car going 110 on the | |
| highway, owned by a driver rushing to be on time for work or else he | |
| would get fired by his boss with the curly mustache who owned a large | |
| speedboat. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: John Hardi | |
| location: 'Falls Church, VA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Swain had always come out of bar fights unscathed, built as he was like | |
| a ’70 Dodge pickup (with that “Adventurer” styling package), but after | |
| tangling with Big Luther tonight, he felt like he’d been in a wreck, not | |
| a five-car pileup, exactly, but a pretty bad fender bender, busted | |
| headlights, maybe a bumper knocked loose, and, for sure, his tailgate | |
| dragging. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: David G. La France | |
| location: 'Burbank, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was a dark and stormy night, dark like the inside of a spare tire in | |
| the trunk of a 1957 Chevy sitting up on blocks in a tumbledown barn | |
| somewhere in rural Ohio, and stormy like the romance of Pete Kimball and | |
| his girlfriend Betty Lou, who used to make out in the back seat of that | |
| Chevy when it was new and shiny and the Dell-Vikings were singing “Come | |
| Go With Me”; but this is not their story, it just starts out dark and | |
| stormy like that. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Jesse Kolman | |
| location: 'Goodyear, AZ' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Perry had come a long way in the nine years since being arrested by a | |
| park ranger in his ’81 Firebird tenderly holding a spiral-cut, | |
| honey-glazed ham (with the bone removed). | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Dorinda Partsch | |
| location: 'Chesterton, IN' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Crickets chirped in the lawn, katydids made that annoying grating sound | |
| in the trees, a mosquito whined near the ceiling, squirrels snuggled | |
| down in wherever it is they sleep, somewhere – probably Africa – a lion | |
| roared, ants gathered together in their underground tunnels like so | |
| many, well, whatever, and – in spite of the fact that it was night (dark | |
| and stormy) – Jimmy cracked corn and no one cared. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Sandra Trentz | |
| location: 'Yakima, WA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| If she wasn’t the poster girl for the word voluptuous, with her not | |
| exactly “bedroom,” but definitely “walking-down-that-hallway” eyes, her | |
| hair a palomino mane rather than platinum blond, lips reminding me of | |
| Marilyn Monroe not Angelina Jolie, and that slow hip-swaying walk that | |
| sweet-talks a man’s thoughts into dim, smoky rooms where R&B is played, | |
| she should’ve been. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Frank J. Weidler | |
| location: 'Placentia, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Lady Rowena, fresh from her bath, knew she had time to be ready to meet | |
| the Prince at 6:00 o’clock even though the mantle clock was striking | |
| six, because the brass escapement lever mechanism that engages the teeth | |
| of the large gear which drives the smaller gears that send the hour and | |
| minute hands on their circular paths, was worn. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Deanna Stewart | |
| location: 'Heidelberg, Germany' | |
| quote: >- | |
| On a lovely day during one of the finest Indian summers anyone could | |
| remember – a season the Germans call “old wives’ summer,” obviously | |
| never having had Native Americans to name things after, but plenty of | |
| old wives, and “Indian summer” in German would refer to the natives of | |
| India in any case, which would make even less sense than the current | |
| naming system – on such a day, however named, John Baxter fell in the | |
| creek and drowned. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Jim Seamon | |
| location: 'Punta Gorda, FL' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Fenwick was concerned when his voices returned, but they hadn’t been | |
| troubling him much until now – now that they were singing an old tune by | |
| the Shirelles, or the Crystals, or the Ronettes, or the Angels, or the | |
| Chiffons, or one of those damn girl groups he couldn’t keep straight, | |
| the uncertainty making him very agitated again, although he had to admit | |
| the harmonizing was quite good, really. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Andrew Pitt | |
| location: 'Paris, France' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As my darling Jean-Claude entered the salon, with a single rose bud | |
| bouquet, I felt a wave wash over me, like the full brunt of Napoleon’s | |
| forces at 9:05 am on the second of December 1805 ripping through once | |
| fertile fields to the Prutzen Heights, and I knew that Paris in | |
| printemps would be to my liking. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: David Pellicane | |
| location: 'Highland Park, NJ' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As always, that morning he awoke to the melodious sound of a stream of | |
| water cascading into a still pool, punctuated by several ominous | |
| silences – and he could judge, by the length of the silences and the | |
| volume of the cascade, just how much of his three-year-old son’s urine | |
| he would have to wade through to get to the sink. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Hugh Trethowan | |
| location: 'Bath, U.K.' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Tinkerbell landed softly on the bedpost in a sparkle of Industrial Light | |
| & Magic, handed the packet of cigarettes to a rather stubbly “Pete” Pan | |
| and, seeing his little green tights strewn carelessly on the floor and a | |
| still sleeping Wendy lying naked beside him, quickly realized they were | |
| now a very long way from Never Never Land. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Edward Vincent Tennant | |
| location: 'Cape Town, South Africa' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Harvey placed the muzzle of the .45 against his head, and as the cold | |
| steel touched his temple a sudden shiver raced along his spine, and the | |
| hair-trigger took on the frisson, his brains missing Marlene’s photo, | |
| where he wanted it to go, and splattered across his burgundy nightgown, | |
| so he got the color combination right. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Mr. S. J. Crawford | |
| location: 'Redlynch, QLD, Australia' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It could have been no more than midnight’s icy incipit when Clifford, | |
| stumbling in hitherto sanguine emprise through the tombstone teeth of | |
| the raven lit Kirk-yard like some well-performed but lichen-hushed human | |
| bullet-catch, heard the manifest bactrian vociferation which betrayed | |
| with desperate flourish the inexplicably wretched fact that his camel | |
| was out there, out on the ice – and she was in mortal peril. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Glen Robins | |
| location: 'Brighton, East Sussex, U.K.' | |
| quote: >- | |
| No man is an island, so they say, although the small crustaceans and the | |
| bird which sat impassively on Dirk Manhope’s chest as he floated lazily | |
| in the pool would probably disagree. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Jay Clifton | |
| location: 'Berkeley, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| A dark and stormy night it was; in torrents fell the rain – except at | |
| occasional intervals, when, by a violent gust of wind was it checked, as | |
| up the streets it swept, (for in London it is that lies our scene), | |
| along the housetops rattling, and the scanty flame of the lamps fiercely | |
| agitating, that against the darkness, struggled. (The story of Paul | |
| Clifford, is Yoda, to a padawan telling) | |
| '2010': | |
| - category: Grand Prize | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Molly Ringle | |
| location: 'Seattle, WA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| For the first month of Ricardo and Felicity’s affair, they greeted one | |
| another at every stolen rendezvous with a kiss—a lengthy, ravenous kiss, | |
| Ricardo lapping and sucking at Felicity’s mouth as if she were a giant | |
| cage-mounted water bottle and he were the world’s thirstiest gerbil. | |
| - category: Grand Prize | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Tom Wallace | |
| location: 'Columbia, SC' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Through the verdant plains of North Umbria walked Waylon Ogglethorpe | |
| and, as he walked, the clouds whispered his name, the birds of the air | |
| sang his praises, and the beasts of the fields from smallest to greatest | |
| said, “There goes the most noble among men”—in other words, a typical | |
| stroll for a schizophrenic ventriloquist with delusions of grandeur. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Adam McDonough | |
| location: 'Reedsburgh, WI' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The blazing equatorial sun beat down on Simon’s head and shoulders as he | |
| dug feverishly in the hot sand with the ivory shoe-horn his mother had | |
| given him before the homecoming game with Taft, when the field was so | |
| wet that he’d lost his low-tops seven times in the cold sucking mud. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Greg Homer | |
| location: 'Placerville, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| When Hru-Kar, the alpha-ranking male of the silver-backed gorilla tribe | |
| finished unleashing simian hell on Lt. Cavendish, the once handsome | |
| young soldier from Her Majesty’s 47th Regiment resembled nothing so much | |
| as a crumpled up piece of khaki-colored construction paper that had been | |
| dipped in La Victoria chunky salsa. | |
| - category: Children's Literature | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Pete Watkins | |
| location: 'Broken Arrow, OK' | |
| quote: >- | |
| without answering a word knowing well that his magic was only going to | |
| be used to make sure his forest would be annexed into the neighboring | |
| community of Leaftown where the property values were much higher. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Steve Lynch | |
| location: 'San Marcos, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| She walked into my office wearing a body that would make a man write bad | |
| checks, but in this paperless age you would first have to obtain her ABA | |
| Routing Transit Number and Account Number and then disable your own | |
| Overdraft Protection in order to do so. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Dennis Pearce | |
| location: 'Lexington, KY' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As Holmes, who had a nose for danger, quietly fingered the bloody knife | |
| and eyed the various body parts strewn along the dark, deserted highway, | |
| he placed his ear to the ground and, with his heart in his throat, | |
| silently mouthed to his companion, “Arm yourself, Watson, there is an | |
| evil hand afoot ahead.” | |
| - category: Fantasy | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Rick Cheeseman | |
| location: 'Waconia, MN' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The wood nymph fairies blissfully pranced in the morning light past the | |
| glistening dewdrops on the meadow thistles by the Old Mill, ignorant of | |
| the daily slaughter that occurred just behind its lichen-encrusted | |
| walls, twin 20-ton mill stones savagely ripping apart the husks of wheat | |
| seed, gleefully smearing the starchy entrails across their dour granite | |
| faces in unspeakable botanical horror and carnage—but that’s not our | |
| story; ours is about fairies! | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Mary Ann R Unger | |
| location: 'Ewing, NJ' | |
| quote: >- | |
| In Southwestern Germany just east of the Luxemburg border and north of | |
| France where history pitted various related Hapsburg Royals against each | |
| other and the Archbishops of Trier, theAbbots of St. Maximin, various | |
| members of the nobility, and mobs of axe-bearing villagers, there stands | |
| a ruin whose building stones mostly were carted off to build other | |
| buildings. | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Mike Mayfield | |
| location: 'Austin, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The band of pre-humans departed the cave in search of solace from the | |
| omnipresent dangers found there knowing that it meant survival of their | |
| kind, though they probably didn’t understand it intellectually since | |
| their brains were so small and undeveloped but fundamentally they | |
| understood that they didn’t like big animals that ate them. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Scott Davis Jones | |
| location: 'Valley Village, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The dark, drafty old house was lopsided and decrepit, leaning in on | |
| itself, the way an aging possum carrying a very heavy, overcooked | |
| drumstick in his mouth might list to one side if he were also favoring a | |
| torn Achilles tendon, assuming possums have them. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Dennis Doberneck | |
| location: 'Paso Robles, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The wind whispering through the pine trees and the sun reflecting off | |
| the surface of Lake Tahoe like a scattering of diamonds was an idyllic | |
| setting, while to the south the same sun struggled to penetrate a sky | |
| choked with farm dust and car exhaust over Bakersfield, a town spread | |
| over the lower San Joaquin Valley like a brown stain on a wino’s | |
| trousers, which is where, unfortunately, this story takes place. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Derek Renfro | |
| location: 'Ringgold, GA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Elaine was a big woman, and in her tiny Smart car, stakeouts were always | |
| hard for her, especially in the August sun where the humidity made her | |
| massive thighs, under her lightweight cotton dress, stick togetherlike | |
| two walruses in heat. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Alf Seegert | |
| location: 'Salt Lake City, UT' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The Zinfandel poured pinkly from the bottle, like a stream of urine | |
| seven hours after eating a bowl of borscht. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Paul Chafe | |
| location: 'Toronto, ON' | |
| quote: >- | |
| “Trent, I love you,” Fiona murmered, and her nostrils flared at the | |
| faint trace of her lover’s masculine scent, sending her heart racing and | |
| her mind dreaming of the life they would live together, alternating | |
| sumptuous world cruises with long, romantic interludes in the mansion on | |
| his private island, alone together except for the maids, the cook, the | |
| butler, and Dirk and Rafael, the hard-bodied pool boys. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Jonathan Blay | |
| location: 'Bedford, Canada' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Cynthia had washed her hands of Philip McIntyre—not like you wash your | |
| hands in a public restroom when everyone is watching you to see if you | |
| washed your hands but like washing your hands after you have been | |
| working in the garden and there is dirt under your fingernails—dirt like | |
| Philip McIntyre. | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Greg Homer | |
| location: 'Placerville, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Bleen and Golxxm squelched their way romantically along the slough beach | |
| beneath the three Sommodian moons, their eye stalks occasionally | |
| touching, and tenderly belched sweet nothings like, “I don’t think I’ve | |
| ever had such a charming evening,” and, “Say, would you like to gnaw | |
| that hunk of suppurating tissue off my dorsal appendage—it really | |
| itches.” | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Amy Torchinsky | |
| location: Greensboro NC | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was a risky production unlike any mounted prior on the Met stage, the | |
| orchestra first imitating the perpetually beating heart of a man | |
| walled-in while in pursuit of wine, and then a soprano singing the | |
| plaintive aria of a barely alive woman stuffed up a chimney as her | |
| ancestral home was destroyed; however, it certainly was Opera Poe. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Brad Taylor | |
| location: 'Iowa City, IA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As Jeffrey Hicks, the event safety coordinator for the Renaissance | |
| Festival finished posting the revised standards for weaponry, he thought | |
| of the day an unleashed dog wandered onto the jousting field, causing | |
| the rider from Indianapolis to stop short, impaling himself on the butt | |
| of his spear, and the following day’s newspaper headline which read: | |
| “Stray Injures Indy Knight, Hicks Changing Lances.” | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Greg Homer | |
| location: 'Placerville, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Wearing his new slacks from L.L. Bean, and entering the pen to feed his | |
| three big dogs their usual three cans of dog food, some of which ended | |
| up on his new pants, Kevin then left the house to attend a revival | |
| screening of Serpico with Alpo chinos. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Linda Boatright | |
| location: 'Omaha, NB' | |
| quote: >- | |
| He walked into the bar and bristled when all eyes fell upon him —perhaps | |
| because his build was so short and so wide, or maybe it was the odor | |
| that lingered about him from so many days and nights spent in the wilds, | |
| but it may just have been because no one had ever seen a porcupine in a | |
| bar before. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Jesse Kolman | |
| location: 'Phoenix, AZ' | |
| quote: >- | |
| His chest glistened like a pumpkin seed, either one fresh out of the | |
| pumpkin but with all the orange strands of pumpkin flesh removed, or one | |
| straight out of the oven after being coated in just the right amount of | |
| oil and then baked; the point is that it was smooth, fairly shiny, and | |
| that color. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: David K. Lynch | |
| location: 'Topanga, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The life-saving salve had not arrived to help Dr. Sybil Carter dress the | |
| mutant killer bee wounds because landslides blocked roads, the rivers | |
| were jammed by earthquake debris, and even the jungle foot paths were | |
| clogged with dead bees and their victims, yet without the medicinal | |
| unguent, many more would die, so reluctantly giving in to her promise | |
| never again to speak to her aviator ex-boyfriend, she picked up the | |
| radio and begged him to fly in the ointment. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: John Mackesy | |
| location: 'Victoria, Australia' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Faintly silhouetted against the shadowy murk of a nameless Devonian sea, | |
| the Megalodont shark was unaware of trilobites foraging in the | |
| primordial ooze not far below, trilobites that unlike the shark’s | |
| cartilaginous being would become part of the fossil record of an ancient | |
| seabed that would in time heave up, dry out and go through the crusher | |
| at the Marulan Cement Works somewhere north of Sydney, Australia. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Ernie Santilli | |
| location: 'Drexel Hill, PA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Leaning back comfortably in a plush old chair, feet up, fingers laced | |
| behind his head, Tom Chambers inventoried his life and with a satisfied | |
| grin mused, “Ah, marlin fishing off the coast of Majorca, a bronze star | |
| for that rescue mission in Jamir, the unmatched fragrance of pastries | |
| fresh out of the oven at Café Legrande, two sons who would make any | |
| father proud … I’ve never done any of that.” | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Jeff Flegel | |
| location: 'Racine, WI' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Living next door to the Lesters for nearly twelve years now, Mrs. | |
| Nestor, fully aware of her husband’s fondness for pulchritudinous | |
| posteriors, was unable to deter Chester Nestor’s constant quest for Mr. | |
| Lester’s sister Hester’s monster keister. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Judy Fischer | |
| location: 'Prospect, KY' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As Ethel arranged the list of company phone numbers under her clear | |
| plastic desk cover, perfectly aligning the lower right corner of the | |
| list with the lower right corner of the plastic, then swiveled her chair | |
| to file one more inter-office memorandum on trimming the budget, she | |
| considered how different her life might have been if her parents had | |
| named her Tiffany. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Karen Arutunoff | |
| location: 'Tulsa, OK' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As the under-appreciated autumn evening faded into yet another soft | |
| black velvet fall night, all creatures large and small had settled in | |
| except for one, Loupy, the Schipperke, whose job was to keep Anatoly, | |
| the night watchman, informed of all things pertaining to the property | |
| with her signature uninterrupted warning barks which at this very moment | |
| would not subside until her master explained, “We don’t know anyone | |
| named Timmy and we don’t have a well.” | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Charles Alworth | |
| location: 'Port Aransas, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| “You ask me, ‘Why did you do it, Charlie, I could’ve been a | |
| contender?’—I’ll tell you why: you worked your fights in too close, | |
| taking blow after unnecessary blow; I knew you were going to end up | |
| punch drunk and need money for a nurse, and you were never a contender, | |
| you were only a referee.” | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Heidi Vazquez | |
| location: 'Bellevue, NE' | |
| quote: >- | |
| After launching the last brown lump of chewing tobacco from his bulbous | |
| and stained lower lip to its new landing on the Main Street pavement | |
| below, Billy Bob couldn’t believe that what lay before him, was a | |
| spitting image of George Washington. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Terri Daniel (Seattle | |
| location: 'WA) and Craig Rieger (Concord, CA)' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Oneida Revere picked at her meal and stared dully across the table at | |
| the charismatic charlatan who had seduced her with the illusion of love | |
| and tarnished her family’s sterling reputation; she was wise to his bent | |
| mind games and though it felt like a knife through her heart, she knew | |
| it was time to stick a fork in it and call it done – her days of | |
| spooning with Uri Geller were over. | |
| '2011': | |
| - category: Grand Prize | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Sue Fondrie | |
| location: 'Oshkosh, WI' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Cheryl’s mind turned like the vanes of a wind-powered turbine, chopping | |
| her sparrow like thoughts into bloody pieces that fell onto a growing | |
| pile of forgotten memories. | |
| - category: Grand Prize | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Rodney Reed | |
| location: 'Ooltewah, TN' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As I stood among the ransacked ruin that had been my home, surveying the | |
| aftermath of the senseless horrors and atrocities that had been | |
| perpetrated on my family and everything I hold dear, I swore to myself | |
| that no matter where I had to go, no matter what I had to do or endure, | |
| I would find the man who did this… and when I did, when I did, oh, there | |
| would bewords. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Jack Barry | |
| location: 'Shelby, NC' | |
| quote: >- | |
| sausage as pudding is hard to understand and it is even more difficult | |
| to divine why a person would knowingly eat something made from dried | |
| blood in the first place—but be that as it may, our tale is of voodoo | |
| and foul murder, not disgusting food. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Mike Mayfield | |
| location: 'Austin, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Sensing somehow a scudding lay in the offing, Skipper Bob tallied his | |
| tasks: reef the mains’l, mizzen, and jib, strike and brail the fores’l, | |
| mizzen stays’l and baggywrinkles, bowse the halyards, mainsheets, | |
| jacklines and vangs, turtle and belay fast the small cock, flemish the | |
| taffrail warps, batten the booby hatch, lay by his sou’wester, and find | |
| the bailing bucket. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Mark Wisnewski | |
| location: 'Flanders, NJ' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Wearily approaching the murder scene of Jeannie and Quentin Rose and | |
| needing to determine if this was the handiwork of the Scented | |
| Strangler—who had a twisted affinity for spraying his victims with his | |
| signature raspberry cologne—or that of a copycat, burnt-out insomniac | |
| detective Sonny Kirkland was sure of one thing: he’d have to stop and | |
| smell the Roses. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Andrew Baker | |
| location: 'Highland Park, NJ' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Five minutes before his scheduled execution, Kip found his thoughts | |
| turning to his childhood—all those years ago before he had become a | |
| contract killer whose secret weakness was a severe peanut allergy, even | |
| back before he lost half of a toe in a gardening accident while doing | |
| community service—but especially to Corinne, the pretty girl down the | |
| street whom he might have ended up marrying one day if she had only | |
| shown him a little more damn respect. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Terri Daniel | |
| location: 'Seattle, WA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The victim was a short man, with a face full of contradictions: amalgam, | |
| composite, dental porcelain, with both precious and non-precious metals | |
| all competing for space in a mouth that was open, bloody, terrifying, | |
| gaping, exposing a clean set of asymptomatic impacted wisdom teeth, but | |
| clearly the object of some very comprehensive dental care, thought Dirk | |
| Graply, world-famous womanizer, tough guy, detective, and former | |
| dentist. | |
| - category: Fantasy | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Terri Daniel | |
| location: 'Seattle, WA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Within the smoking ruins of Keister Castle, Princess Gwendolyn stared in | |
| horror at the limp form of the loyal Centaur who died defending her very | |
| honor; “You may force me to wed,” she cried at the leering and | |
| victorious Goblin King, “but you’ll never be half the man he was.” | |
| - category: Fantasy | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Andrew Allingham | |
| location: 'Fairfax, VA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Veronica, two months pregnant and attempting to get her boyfriend to | |
| notice, and Ricky, who wanted to end things with his expansive | |
| girlfriend, sat at a table-for-two around lunchtime at the Olive Garden | |
| in Columbus, Ohio, eying the bottle of house rosé which, unbeknownst to | |
| them, doubled as the portal key to Khrysandelt: The land where | |
| everything glitters slightly more than normal. | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: John Doble | |
| location: 'New York, NY' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Napoleon’s ship tossed and turned as the emperor, listening while his | |
| generals squabbled as they always did, splashed the tepid waters in his | |
| bathtub. | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Andrea Rossi | |
| location: 'Wilmington, NC' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The executioner sneered as the young queen ascended the stairs to the | |
| guillotine; in the old days, he thought, at least there was some | |
| buildup, a little time on the rack or some disemboweling, but nowadays | |
| everyone wants instant gratification. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Mike Pedersen | |
| location: 'North Berwick, ME' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As his small boat scudded before a brisk breeze under a sapphire sky | |
| dappled with cerulean clouds with indigo bases, through cobalt seas that | |
| deepened to navy nearer the boat and faded to azure at the horizon, Ian | |
| was at a loss as to why he felt blue. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Jack Barry | |
| location: 'Shelby, NC' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The Los Angeles morning was heavy with smog, the word being a | |
| portmanteau of smoke and fog, though in LA the pollutants are typically | |
| vehicular emissions as opposed to actual smoke and fog, unlike 19th | |
| century London where the smoke from countless small coal fires often | |
| combined with fog off the Thames to produce true smog, though back then | |
| they were not clever enough to call it that. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Sylvi Warshaver-Stein | |
| location: 'New York, NY' | |
| quote: >- | |
| LaTrina—knowing he must live—et her hot, wet tongue slide slowly over | |
| Gladiator’s injured ear, the taste reminding her of the late June flavor | |
| of a snow chain that had been removed from a tire and left to rust on | |
| the garage floor without being rinsed off. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Patty Liverance | |
| location: 'Grand Rapids, MI' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Like a bird gliding over the surface of a Wyoming river rippled by a | |
| gentle Spring breeze, his hand passed over her stretch marks. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: John Benson | |
| location: 'Carthage, MO' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Deep into that particular wet Saturday night ugly blues screamed out | |
| from the old man’s horn like a hooker being hauled down a flight of | |
| stairs, regular thick loud thumps punctuated by nasty and erratic sharp | |
| barks. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: James Hearn | |
| location: 'Canterbury, England' | |
| quote: >- | |
| She held my hand as if she were having a swollen barrel of fun which was | |
| off considering that my teeth were sitting on my bathroom cabinet (eight | |
| miles away, no less) and my elbow was peeling like a soggy coconut, the | |
| fine hairs of which were standing on edge in fear, as if the coconut had | |
| been reading “Dracula.” | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Ali Kawashima | |
| location: 'Greensboro, NC' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As the dark and mysterious stranger approached, Angela bit her lip | |
| anxiously, hoping with every nerve, cell, and fiber of her being that | |
| this would be the one man who would understand—who would take her away | |
| from all this—and who would not just squeeze her boob and make a loud | |
| honking noise, as all the others had. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Meredith K. Gray | |
| location: 'Ithaca, NY' | |
| quote: >- | |
| ever-so-carefully so as not to pierce the jellied, opaque albumen and | |
| unleash the longing, viscous yolk within—yes, she lay there, oblong and | |
| waiting to be deviled. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Lisa Kluber | |
| location: 'San Francisco, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| They called her The Cat, because she made love the way she fought, | |
| rolling rapidly across the floor in a big, blurry ball of shrieking | |
| hair, fury, and dander, which usually solicited a “Shut up!” and flung | |
| shoe from one of the neighbors, and left her exhilarated lover with | |
| serious patchy bald spots and the occasional | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: George Coe | |
| location: 'Broad Run, VA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| She gazed smolderingly at the mysterious rider, his body cloaked in | |
| enough shining black leather to outfit an Italian furniture store, | |
| wrapped so tightly each muscle stood out like a flamboyant Mexican | |
| hairdresser at an Alabamian monster truck rally; and he met her gaze | |
| with an intensity that couldn’t have been matched by even a starving | |
| junkyard dog in the meat aisle of a suburban supermarket. | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Greg Homer | |
| location: 'Placerville, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Morgan “Bamboo” Barnes, Star Pilot of the Galaxia (flagship of the Solar | |
| Brigade), accepted an hors d’oeuvre from the triangular-shaped platter | |
| offered to him from the Princess Qwillia—lavender-skinned she was and | |
| busty, with two of her four eyes what Barnes called “bedroom eyes”—and | |
| marveled at how on her planet, Chlamydia-5, these snacks were called | |
| “Hi-Dee-Hoes” but on Earth they were simply called Ritz Crackers with | |
| Velveeta. | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Elizabeth Muenster | |
| location: 'Columbia, PA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Sterben counted calcium bars in the storage chamber, wondering why women | |
| back on Earth paid him little attention, but up here they seem to adore | |
| him, in fact, six fraichemaidens had already shown him their blinka. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Joe Wyatt | |
| location: 'Amarillo, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Detective Kodiak plucked a single hair from the bearskin rug and at once | |
| understood the grisly nature of the crime: it had been a ferocious act, | |
| a real honey, the sort of thing that could polarize a community, so he | |
| padded quietly out the back to avoid a cub reporter waiting in the den. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Wm. "Buddy" Ocheltree | |
| location: 'Snellville, GA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| In preparation for visits by African dignitaries, we had redecorated the | |
| West Wing of the White House in an African motif with numerous | |
| artificial plants and animals, but the President asked that we remove | |
| the papier-mache wildebeests, saying he was "tired of fake gnus." | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Rodney Reed | |
| location: 'Ooltewah, TN' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Convinced that the fabled Lost Treasure of Eggsbury was concealed within | |
| the statue of the beloved Sister Mary Francis in the village square, | |
| Professor Smithee would steal away in the darkest hour of each night to | |
| try to silently chip away at her impervious granite vestments—a vain and | |
| fruitless nightly exercise, he well knew, but it was a hard habit to | |
| break. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Linda Boatright | |
| location: 'Omaha, NE' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Milton’s quest for the love of Ms. Bradley was a risk but no sorry | |
| trivial pursuit, yet he hadn’t a clue why she had a monopoly on his | |
| heart’s desires—in fact, it boggled his mind and caused him great | |
| aggravation because, in his checkered and troubled careers, he had | |
| always scrabbled hard and it drove him bonkers that she considered life | |
| just a game. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Chuck Gray | |
| location: 'Shreveport, LA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| After three weeks on the trail, John’s jock rash was (in some places) | |
| burning brighter than the West Texas sun—least wise as far as a cowboy | |
| could tell with his chaps and britches down and the little mirror his | |
| mom had given him. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Graham Thomas | |
| location: 'St. Albans, England' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The laser-blue eyes of the lone horseman tracked the slowly lengthening | |
| lariat of a Laredo dawn as it snaked its way through Dead Man’s Pass | |
| into the valley below and snared the still sleeping town’s tiny church | |
| steeple in a noose of light with the oh-so familiar glow of a Dodge City | |
| virgin’s last maiden blush. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Anna Springfield | |
| location: 'Raleigh, NC' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Rosy lips aquiver, Lauren drizzled with tears the wave-tousled sands of | |
| Wampauset Municipal Area Public Access Beach, hearing in every shriek of | |
| shrike and plaint of plover the ancient wai—kreeAHH, kreeAHH!—of good | |
| women widowed by the sea, as well as tonal nuances indicating the | |
| shorebirds’ relative levels of copulative receptiveness, for our | |
| umber-eyed heroine is both lover and ornithologist. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Simon Petrie | |
| location: 'Hawker ACT, Australia' | |
| quote: Business was kinda slow at the “If You Build It” sperm bank. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Holly Kohler | |
| location: 'Concord, MA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Day broke upon the Baroness von Hestach with the pitiable insistence of | |
| all that she despised—a gray and unattractive intrusion into her | |
| sumptuous bedchamber, much like the Baron. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Bill Hartmann | |
| location: 'Dallas, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| No one walked down Bleak Street at night—not where hobgoblins hobnobbed, | |
| skeletons skulked, vampires vamped, and the dumpster behind the Chinese | |
| buffet smelled like zombies. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Warren Blair | |
| location: 'Ashburn, VA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Dawn crept up like the panther on the gazelle, except it was light, not | |
| dark like a panther, and a panther, though quiet, could never be as | |
| silent as the light of dawn, so really the analogy doesn’t hold up well, | |
| as cool as it sounds, but it still is a great way to begin a story; just | |
| not necessarily this particular one. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Ian Fishlock | |
| location: 'Harrow, London, England' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As the young officer studied the oak door, he was reminded of his | |
| girlfriend—for she was also slightly unhinged, occasionally sticky, and | |
| responded well to being stripped and given a light oiling. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Donna P. Titus | |
| location: 'Freeland, PA' | |
| quote: 'the tomatoes from squeezing out onto the table or, worse, your lap.' | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Brendan P. Curran | |
| location: 'Manchester, NH' | |
| quote: >- | |
| All the signs, both actual and imagined, made it immensely clear there | |
| was trouble ahead for Marlene and, yet, her childlike sense of hope that | |
| maybe he was “the one” kept her foot on the accelerator pedal of | |
| lifeeven when she came to the “bridge out” warning handwritten in Magic | |
| Marker on Myron’s Polident cup. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Sean Griffin | |
| location: 'Tacoma, WA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The grisly scene before him was like nothing Detective Smith had ever | |
| seen before, but there were millions and millions of things he had never | |
| seen before, and he couldn’t help but wonder which of them it was. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Betty Jean Murray | |
| location: 'Richland, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Maggie said they were birthmarks and they very well could be, but the | |
| three very small black moles in a horizontal line just above her right | |
| eyebrow looked like an ellipsis to some, but to others who did not know | |
| what an ellipsis was, they looked like three very small black moles in a | |
| horizontal line just above | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Anna Springfield | |
| location: 'Raleigh, NC' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As she downed the last Dixie cup of Listerine and let every drop of its | |
| 21.6 percent alcohol content hit her like an icy mint anti-cavity | |
| brickbat, Karen squinted at the breasts dangling like two electrocuted | |
| ospreys from the powerline of her heart and, with a despondency born of | |
| a thousand nights spent gaining a decent skill level at internet | |
| mahjong, wondered how she and they had all three sunk so low. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Lewis Gurran | |
| location: 'Gresford, Wrexham, Wales' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Her flaming red hair whipped in the wind like a campfire, stroking the | |
| embers of passion hidden within the hearth of my heart and I began to | |
| burn with a desire that seared me to my very core—oh the things that I | |
| would do if only I weren’t incarcerated for arson! | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Margie Parker | |
| location: 'Weeki Wachee, FL' | |
| quote: >- | |
| recyclable plastic bottle burst open, spraying droplets of Lite Italian | |
| dressing upon the freshly tossed salad. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Lawrence Person | |
| location: 'Austin, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| After five years as a freelance writer, Greg finally managed to double | |
| his income, letting him add a processed cheese product slice to the | |
| baloney sandwiches he had for breakfast, lunch and dinner. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Darian McGee | |
| location: 'Petal, MS' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The mostly, but not quite, extinguished fire’s dying embers writhed upon | |
| the floor like tiny little wasps which someone has just stuck in the | |
| abdomen with a needle, and they are frantically contracting around the | |
| metal protrusion in their gut in a desperate effort to remove it which, | |
| let’s face it, is hopeless so they are just slowly dying and good | |
| riddance to them too, because unlike bees—which actually have some | |
| purpose in the world—wasps are just mean, ornery wastes of space, and | |
| who can blame someone for spearing them? | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Eric A. Vanderburg | |
| location: 'Cleveland, OH' | |
| quote: >- | |
| and beginning the tirade that resulted in them both being sent to coffin | |
| before the first human had been brought out to feast on. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: D. Drake Daggett | |
| location: 'Omro, WI' | |
| quote: >- | |
| They kissed with the fury and suction of a dart that was shot onto the | |
| back of the bus driver’s fat bald head by the red-headed kid that was | |
| too big for his age (the rumor was he was “held back”) and everyone knew | |
| was going to end up in prison, or perhaps a prop comic if he | |
| straightened out in time. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Ann Hammack | |
| location: 'Pittsboro, NC' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Awakened by a howling wind snapping branches against her new but poorly | |
| installed storm windows, Stella heard another sound she found puzzling | |
| so, grabbing her trusty Colt Python, she snuck stealthily downstairs to | |
| find an oddly-dressed gnome-like man methodically dropping breath mints | |
| onto her freshlywaxed | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Bridget Parmenter | |
| location: 'Katy, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| “You’re not in Kansas anymore, people!” the gruff Marine Captain | |
| bellowed as I wheeled myself along the tarmac of Planet Cliché, the only | |
| place in the Galaxy where you could mine Unobtainium, undergo the | |
| powerful Eywa ritual with a blue eight-foot-tall alien Princess, and | |
| discover a hunter-gatherer people who despite decades of human contact | |
| still hadn’t developed the wheel, the composite bow, or toilet paper. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: David S. Nelson | |
| location: 'Falls Church, VA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Urgh the howler monkey was sort of the leader of his troop, though not | |
| old enough to be a silverback and not having fathered more than a couple | |
| of sons, but he did know where the good berries were and how to avoid | |
| the leopards, anacondas, and especially the hairless apes, the ones who | |
| crashed through the forest only to stand behind a tree and breathe | |
| noisily, and watch them and sometimes leave bunches of those disgusting | |
| bananas. | |
| '2012': | |
| - category: Grand Prize | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Cathy Bryant | |
| location: 'Manchester, England' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As he told her that he loved her she gazed into his eyes, wondering, as | |
| she noted the infestation of eyelash mites, the tiny deodicids burrowing | |
| into his follicles to eat the greasy sebum therein, each female laying | |
| up to 25 eggs in a single follicle, causing inflammation, whether the | |
| eyes are truly the windows of the soul; and, if so, his soul needed | |
| regrouting. | |
| - category: Grand Panjandrum's Special Award | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: David Pepper | |
| location: 'Hermosa Beach, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As an ornithologist, George was fascinated by the fact that urine and | |
| feces mix in birds’ rectums to form a unified, homogeneous slurry that | |
| is expelled through defecation, although eying Greta's face, and sensing | |
| the reaction of the congregation, he immediately realized he should have | |
| used a different analogy to describe their relationship in his wedding | |
| vows. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Greg Homer | |
| location: 'Placerville, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The stifling atmosphere inside the Pink Dolphin Bar in the upper Amazon | |
| Basin carried barely enough oxygen for a man to survive—humid and thick | |
| the air was and full of little flying bugs, making the simple act of | |
| breathing like trying to suck hot Campbell’s Bean with Bacon soup | |
| through a paper straw. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Warren Blaine | |
| location: 'Ashburn, PA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The shallow cave behind the mighty river’s thundering waterfall seemed | |
| more like a damp, cold, misty, poorly lit hallway leading from the | |
| shower room in some cheap-dive gym under the Elevated train where mugs | |
| who couldn’t crack the glass jaw of some washed-up palooka on their best | |
| sober day still deluded themselves that they could be somebody; and yet, | |
| Bill thought, “at least it’s got runnin’ water.” | |
| - category: Children's Literature | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: David S Nelson | |
| location: 'Falls Church, VA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| He swaggered into the room (in which he was now the “smartest guy”) with | |
| a certain Wikipedic insouciance, and without skipping a beat made a | |
| beeline towards Dorothy, busting right through her knot of admirers, and | |
| she threw her arms around him and gave him a passionate though slightly | |
| tickly kiss, moaning softly, “Oooohh, Scarecrow!” | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Sue Fondrie | |
| location: 'Appleton, WI' | |
| quote: >- | |
| She slinked through my door wearing a dress that looked like it had been | |
| painted on … not with good paint, like Behr or Sherwin-Williams, but | |
| with that watered-down stuff that bubbles up right away if you don’t | |
| prime the surface before you slap it on, and—just like that cheap | |
| paint—he dress needed two more coats to cover her. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Bill Hartmann | |
| location: 'Dallas, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| “Chester and Harry, you don't have the stomach for this, but Dick and I | |
| do,” the leggy blonde said in a throaty voice as she headed back in to | |
| finger—and hopefully nail–the brains and muscle of the strongarm | |
| syndicate, the heel that gutted her niece. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Carl Stich | |
| location: 'Mariemont, OH' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Inspector Murphy stood up when he saw me, then looked down at the | |
| lifeless body, crumpled like a forlorn Snicker’s candy wrapper, and | |
| after a knowing glance at Detective Wilson pointed to the darkening | |
| crimson pool spreading from the stiff’s shattered noggin, and said, “You | |
| settle it, Gibson; does that puddle look more like a duck or a cow?” | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Howard Eugene Whitright | |
| location: 'Seal Beach, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The blood seeped out of the body like bad peach juice from a peach that | |
| had been left on one side so long the bottom became rotten while it | |
| still looked fine on the top but had started to attract fruit flies, and | |
| this had the same effect, but with regular flies, that is not say there | |
| weren’t some fruit flies around because, after all, this was Miami. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Kevin Bruemmer | |
| location: 'San Antonio, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The smooth hand I was caressing felt as if it belonged to a Persian monk | |
| that had been rubbing moisturizing body oils on his fellow monks all day | |
| (but not in a gay way, come on, he’s a monk for God’s sake), when in all | |
| actuality the hand belonged to a body that I had just pulled out of the | |
| Potomac for forensic investigation. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Jon Maddalena | |
| location: 'Mesick, MI' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Bishop threw back the shot of bourbon and reflected on his career as a | |
| private dick, a profession he always thought of as perfect for a man | |
| named Richard who kept to himself and was often unkind to others. | |
| - category: Fantasy | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: David Lippmann | |
| location: 'Austin, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The brazen walls of the ancient city of Khoresand, situated where the | |
| mighty desert of Sind meets the endless Hyrkanean steppe, are guarded by | |
| day by the four valiant knights Sir Malin the Mighty, Sir Welkin the | |
| Wake, Sir Darien the Doughty, and Sir Yrien the Yare, all clad in armor | |
| of beaten gold, and at night the walls are guarded by Sir Arden the | |
| Ardent, Sir Fier the Fearless, Sir Cyril the Courageous, and Sir Damien | |
| the Dauntless, all clad in armor of burnished argent, but nothing much | |
| ever happens. | |
| - category: Fantasy | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Warren Wol | |
| location: 'Livermore, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Truly, twas Gimoneus the wise, grand sorcerer of Elantorfan, keeper of | |
| the ancient rune of Turgochit, came nearest to slaying the mighty dragon | |
| of Ralmorgantorg; for he was old and sinewy, and the wretched beast near | |
| choked to death on his femur. | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Leslie Craven | |
| location: 'Hataitai, New Zealand' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The “clunk” of the guillotine blade’s release reminded Marie Antoinette, | |
| quite briefly, of the sound of the wooden leg of her favorite manservant | |
| as he not-quite-silently crossed the polished floors of Versailles to | |
| bring her another tray of petit fours. | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: David Larson | |
| location: 'San Francisco, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Primum non nocere, from the Latin for “first, do no harm,” one of the | |
| principal tenets of the Hippocratic oath taken by physicians, was far | |
| from David’s mind (as he strode, sling in hand, to face Goliath) in part | |
| because Hippocrates was born about 100 years after David, in part | |
| because David wasn’t even a physician,but mainly because David wanted to | |
| kill the sucker. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Guy Foisy | |
| location: 'Orleans, Ontario, Canada' | |
| quote: >- | |
| William, his senses roused by a warm fetid breeze, hoped it was an early | |
| spring’s equinoxal thaw causing rivers to swell like the blood engorged | |
| gumlines of gingivitis, loosening winter’s plaque, exposing decay, and | |
| allowing the seasonal pot-pouris of Mother Nature’s morning breath to | |
| permeate the surrounding ether, but then he awoke to the unrelenting | |
| waves of his wife’s halitosis. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Linda Boatright | |
| location: 'Omaha, NE' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Corinne considered the colors (palest green, gray and lavender) and | |
| texture (downy as the finest velvet) and wondered, “How long have these | |
| cold cuts been in my refrigerator?” | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Robin Siepel | |
| location: 'Bakersfield, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Haley’s crystal eyes surveyed the vista that stretched in front of her | |
| like a vast comforter tossed over the form of a slumbering giant to the | |
| hills that arose abruptly like the hastily drawn up knees of the giant | |
| when he has to reach down and rub the cramp out of his foot that he | |
| experiences when he’s stretching underneath his vast comforter. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Jeff Coleburn | |
| location: 'West Chester, PA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The drugged parrots pelted the village like a hellish rain of feathered | |
| fanny packs stuffed with claws and porridge, rendering Claudia’s | |
| makeshift rabbit-skin umbrella more symbolic than anything else. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Karen Hamilton | |
| location: 'Seabrook, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| “I’ll never get over him,” she said to herself and the truth of that | |
| statement settled into her brain the way glitter settles on to a plastic | |
| landscape in a Christmas snow globe when she accepted the fact that she | |
| was trapped in bed between her half-ton boyfriend and the wall when he | |
| rolled over on to her nightgown and passed out, leaving her no way to | |
| climb out. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Dan Leyde | |
| location: 'Edmonds, WA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| “Your eyes are like deep blue pools that I would like to drown in,” he | |
| had told Kimberly when she had asked him what he was thinking; but what | |
| he was actually thinking was that sometimes when he recharges his phone | |
| he forgets to put the little plug back in but he wasn’t going to tell | |
| her that. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Mark Wisnewski | |
| location: 'Flanders, NJ' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Tucked in a dim corner of The Ample Bounty Bar & Grille, Alice welcomed | |
| the fervent touch of the mysterious stranger’s experienced hands because | |
| she had not been this close with a man in an achingly long time and, | |
| quivering breathlessly, began to think that this could be the beginning | |
| of something real, something forever, and not just a one-time encounter | |
| with a good Samaritan who was skilled at the Heimlich Maneuver. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Emma DeZordi | |
| location: 'Dollard-des-Ormeaux, Quebec, Canada' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Chain-smoking as he stood in the amber glow of the street lamp, he gazed | |
| up at the brownstone wherein resided Bunny Morgan, and thought how like | |
| a bunny Bunny was, though he had read somewhere that rabbits were | |
| coprophages, which meant that they ate their own feces, which was really | |
| disgusting now that he thought about it, and nothing like Bunny, at | |
| least he hoped not, so on second thought Bunny wasn’t like a bunny after | |
| all, but she still was pretty hot. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: D. M. Dunn | |
| location: 'Bloomington, IN' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Their love began as a tailor, quickly measuring the nooks and crannies | |
| of their personalities, but it soon became the seamstress of subterfuge, | |
| each of them aware of the others lingual haberdashery: Mindy trying to | |
| create a perfectly suited garment to display in public and Stan only | |
| concerned with the inseam. | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Mary E. Patrick | |
| location: 'Lake City, SC' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As I gardened, gazing towards the autumnal sky, I longed to run my | |
| finger through the trail of mucus left by a single speckled | |
| slug—innocuously thrusting past my rhododendrons —and in feeling that | |
| warm slime, be swept back to planet Alderon, back into the tentacles of | |
| the alien who loved me. | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Steve Lauducci | |
| location: 'Bethlehem, PA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The real problem with the “many universes” interpretation of quantum | |
| mechanics is that if it’s true, then somewhere, in some universe, | |
| anything you can possibly imagine has already happened, which means that | |
| somewhere, another version of me has already finished writing the rest | |
| of this science-fiction novel, so I’m not feeling real inspired to do it | |
| myself. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Amy Torchinsky | |
| location: 'Greensboro, NC' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Though they were merely strangers on a train, as she looked North by | |
| Northwest though the rear window, Marnie knew beyond a shadow of a doubt | |
| the trouble with Harry was that he was a psycho—his left and right hand | |
| middle fingers (formerly extended in the birds position) were menacingly | |
| twisting a rope in the form of a noose; certain of her impending death | |
| as surely as she could dial M for Murder, she was overcome by intense | |
| vertigo. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Peter Bjorkman | |
| location: 'Rocklin, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The two power-hungry, 20-something biographers met with me incognito and | |
| settled on penning my memoirs, one on a percentage of future sales and | |
| one on upfront remuneration; so there is one yuppie I pay, one yuppie I | |
| owe, ghostwriters in disguise. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Alan Follett | |
| location: 'Hercules, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Professor Lemieux had anticipated that his latest paper would be | |
| received with skepticism within the small, fractious circle of | |
| professional cosmologists, few of whom were prepared to accept his | |
| hypothesis that our universe had been created in a marijuana-induced | |
| industrial accident by insectoid aliens; nevertheless, he was stung when | |
| Hawking airily dismissed it as the Bug Bong Theory. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Linda Boatright | |
| location: 'Omaha, NE' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Milton’s quest for the love of Ms. Bradley was a risk but no sorry | |
| trivial pursuit yet he hadn’t a clue why she had a monopoly on his | |
| heart’s desires—in fact, it boggled his mind and caused him great | |
| aggravation because, in his checkered and troubled careers, he had | |
| always scrabbled hard and it drove him bonkers that she considered life | |
| just a game. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Lynne Marie Waldron | |
| location: 'Spokane, WA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| “Damn!” cussed Shep as he realized that the cattle had busted down their | |
| corral again and all the bullswere a splittin’. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Ted Downes | |
| location: 'Cardiff, Wales' | |
| quote: >- | |
| They still talk about that fateful afternoon in Abilene, when Dancing | |
| Dan DuPre moonwalked through the doors of Fat Suzy’s saloon, made a | |
| passable reverse-turn, pirouetted twice followed by a double box-step, | |
| somersaulted onto the bar, drew his twin silver-plated Colt-45s and put | |
| twelve bullets through the eyes of the McLuskey sextuplets, on account | |
| of them varmints burning down his ranch and lynching his prize steer. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Terry L. Johnson | |
| location: 'Tularosa, NM' | |
| quote: >- | |
| He got down from his horse, which seemed strange to him as he had always | |
| believed that you got down from a duck or a goose. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Rebecca Oas | |
| location: 'Atlanta, GA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Ronald left this world as he entered it: on a frigid winter night, amid | |
| frantic screams and blood-soaked linens, while relatives stood nearby | |
| and muttered furious promises to find and punish the man responsible. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Thor F. Carden | |
| location: 'Madison, TN' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Many years have passed since the events related here, but I remember | |
| them almost as well as if I had really been there, because I think about | |
| them frequently, turning them over and over in my mind, changing the | |
| facts to make me into more of a hero than I actually might have been, | |
| had I been there to do half the things I claim I did. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: James Macdonald | |
| location: 'Vancouver, B.C.' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Her skin was like flocked wallpaper and her eyes had seen better days, | |
| but when her bloodless lips murmured “Hi, Sailor,” my heart melted from | |
| the inside out like one of those chocolate-covered ice cream bars on a | |
| summer day that runs down your arm and gets all over your new shirt. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Leah Sitkoff | |
| location: 'New York, New York' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Her fixed gaze at dinner reminded him so much of an owl that he found | |
| himself wondering when she would regurgitate her meal into a pellet and | |
| told the waitress they didn’t need a dessert menu. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Jim Tierney | |
| location: 'Murrieta, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The syncopated sound of the single-cylinder steam motor, designed by | |
| Mier Vander, reminded Mier of the time his father took him to the Mollen | |
| Bros travelling circus to see the “Corpulent Lady” and to sit upon her | |
| lap immediately following her lunch of sauerbraten and ale. | |
| '2013': | |
| - category: Grand Prize | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Chris Wieloch | |
| location: 'Brookfield, WI' | |
| quote: >- | |
| She strutted into my office wearing a dress that clung to her like Saran | |
| Wrap to a sloppily butchered pork knuckle, bone and sinew jutting and | |
| lurching asymmetrically beneath its folds, the tightness exaggerating | |
| the granularity of the suet and causing what little palatable meat there | |
| was to sweat, its transparency the thief of imagination. | |
| - category: Grand Panjandrum's Special Award | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Lawrence Person | |
| location: 'Austin, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| “Don’t know no tunnels hereabout,” said the old-timer, “unless you mean | |
| the abandoned subway line that runs from Hanging Hill, under that weird | |
| ruined church, beneath the Indian burial ground, past the dilapidated | |
| Usher mansion, and out to the old abandoned asylum for the | |
| criminallyinsane where they had all those murders.” | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Oliver Mauser | |
| location: 'Jacksonville, FL' | |
| quote: >- | |
| trees, but it was just the sort of nonsense I was used to from him, | |
| making me wish one or the other of us was hanging dead above us, instead | |
| of Rodney. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Ron D Smith | |
| location: 'Louisville, KY' | |
| quote: >- | |
| herbivores, which calmed everyone in the group, except for Herb, of | |
| course. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Mark Watson | |
| location: 'Raleigh, NC' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was a tricky situation, given the complex behavioral instincts of the | |
| Lowland Gorilla, and this accidental group encounter with a | |
| silver-backed dominant male was taxing Professor Wiesenheimer’s | |
| knowledge of interspecies primate interaction to the limit, yet | |
| confidently and without hesitation, he turned to his startled pupils and | |
| whispered, “Run like Hell.” | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Tonya Lavel | |
| location: 'Barbados, West Indies' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was such a beautiful night; the bright moonlight illuminated the sky, | |
| the thick clouds floated leisurely by just above the silhouette of tall, | |
| majestic trees, and I was viewing it all from the front row seat of the | |
| bullet hole in my car trunk. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Eric J Hildemen | |
| location: 'Greenfield, WI' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Seeing Mrs. Kohler sink, Detective Moen flushed as he plugged the | |
| burglary as the unmistakable work of Cap Fawcet, the Mad Plumber, for | |
| not only had her pool of assets been drained, but her clogs were now | |
| missing, and the toilet had been removed, leaving them with absolutely | |
| nothing to go on. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Thor F. Carden | |
| location: 'Madison, TN' | |
| quote: >- | |
| This was a very easy mystery for me to solve, so I never considered | |
| putting it in a story until I was telling some friends about it, and I | |
| realized the average person, such as yourself, has trouble figuring it | |
| out, although it is really laughably simple. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Alanna Smith | |
| location: 'Wappingers Falls, NY' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Observing how the corpse’s blood streaked the melting vanilla ice cream, | |
| Frank wanted to snap his pen in half and add drops of blue ink to the | |
| mix, completing the color trio of the American flag – or the French | |
| flag, given that the body had just fallen from the top of the Las Vegas | |
| Eiffel Tower onto a crème glacée cart. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Kenneth Bennight | |
| location: 'San Antonio, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The dame was stacked, both conventionally and in that she was the third | |
| of five bodies piled against the wall, the wall’s earth tones reminding | |
| me of Grandmother’s house, which figured since it was her house, she | |
| having stacked the bodies there after poisoning them, so I studied the | |
| bodies as I munched on Grandmother’s ginger snaps and felt a twinge in | |
| my stomach. | |
| - category: Horror | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Maggie Lyons | |
| location: 'Callao, VA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Even though Letitia had brushed her teeth, Draco could still smell her | |
| garlicky breath, but assuming her blood would at least be toxin free, if | |
| not particularly appetizing—because of the antibiotic properties of the | |
| garlic’s allicin, an organosulfur compound—he gleefully plunged his | |
| incisors into her throbbing jugular vein. | |
| - category: Horror | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Janine Beacham | |
| location: 'Busselton WA, Australia,' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Count Glandula’s castle flickered with eerie lights, where the immortal | |
| villain slaked his evil thirst in the dungeons with innocent victims—two | |
| moldy old peasants because the virtuous maidens had all been taken by | |
| the hot teenaged vampires down the road whose breath wasn’t so icky. | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Jordan Kaderli | |
| location: 'Dallas, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The Pilgrims and Native Americans gathered around the feast, a veritable | |
| cornucopia of harvest and game, a gastronomic monument to the bountiful | |
| biodiversity of the land, and while Mrs. Standish’s cranberry sauce was | |
| a far cry from the homogeneous gelatinous can-imprinted sacrosanct blob | |
| which has become the holiday’s sine qua non, the rest of the food was | |
| good. | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: John Holmes | |
| location: 'St. Petersburg, FL' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was a long shot by any measure, good bowman though he was, and he | |
| didn’t want to risk it with his kid, but a lot was on the line, and that | |
| big, red apple was square on his dear boy’s head, and he had to shoot it | |
| off … then everything went still, and William Tell heard the sound of | |
| music, quiet, then gently rising, like an overture. | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Randal Pilz | |
| location: 'Milton, FL' | |
| quote: >- | |
| General Lee arranged for the dreaded surrender, yet capitalized on his | |
| opponents’ weaknesses to the very end, striking a tiny parting blow for | |
| the Army of Northern Virginia (chuckling to himself) as he remembered | |
| from Academy days how many Union commanders had struggled with spelling | |
| even common words, and so ran his finger along the map and settled on | |
| Appomattox. | |
| - category: Fantasy | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Janine Beacham | |
| location: 'Busselton, WA, Australia' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The fairies of Minglewood, which is near Dingly Pool, were having a | |
| grand revel with flower-cakes, and butterfly dances, looking ever so | |
| pretty, while Queen Bellaflora swept her wand o’er the waterfall’s foam, | |
| making it pop like the snot-bubbles on your baby sister’s face. | |
| - category: Fantasy | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Rachel Flanigan | |
| location: 'Honolulu, HI' | |
| quote: >- | |
| There once was a nasty, evil troll who lived beneath a bridge and took | |
| pleasure in collecting gold from the unsuspecting users of the | |
| infrastructure; however, no one used the bridge because an evil troll | |
| lived under it so the troll didn’t do much of anything. | |
| - category: Fantasy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Thor F. Carden | |
| location: 'Madison, TN' | |
| quote: >- | |
| This was going to be a science fiction novel until I realized that you | |
| actually have to know some real science for it to work well, so I | |
| changed it to a fantasy novel instead, because that way I can just make | |
| up the rules as I go, unhampered by the laws of physics or chemistry, as | |
| if you knew what they were anyway. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Howie McLennon | |
| location: 'Ottawa, Canada' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Before they met, his heart was a frozen block of ice, scarred by the | |
| skate blades of broken relationships, then she came along and like a | |
| beautiful Zamboni flooded his heart with warmth, scraped away the ugly | |
| slushy bits, and dumped them in the empty parking lot of his soul. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Paul Sutcliffe | |
| location: 'Pittsburgh, PA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| He had a way with women that was at first endearing, then gradually | |
| engendered caution and finally outright rejection, like potato salad at | |
| a summer picnic. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Helen Grainge | |
| location: 'Niagara-on-the-Lake, Ontario, Canada' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Mildred, sitting under the hair dryer at The Curl & Go and thumbing | |
| through a Victoria’s Secret catalogue, felt a shudder and a fleeting | |
| moment of commiseration when she saw those tiny thongs the models were | |
| sporting in the name of underwear because, as it happened, her own butt | |
| cheeks tended to gobble up her Fruit of the Loom For Mature Women white | |
| cotton panties like a pair of starving wolverines fighting over a | |
| flatfish. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Ward Willats | |
| location: 'Felton, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| There is a special pinkness to the sky as the sun rises on a crisp | |
| January morning, kissing the clouds, warming the fields, and waking the | |
| livestock, who move quietly to their feet and begin to mill about their | |
| pens, like patrons in a crowded theater lobby who, instead of waiting to | |
| see a show, are waiting to be made into steaks or bacon. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Jeff Treder Springfield | |
| location: OR | |
| quote: >- | |
| When the slinky redhead slunk into the throbbing, strobe-lit nightclub, | |
| Elwood’s eyes fastened on her the way a toilet plunger will fasten onto | |
| a hard surface if you shove it down just right, but her returning | |
| glance, while smoldering, was actually more caustic and burned his | |
| tender ego the way liquid Drano can burn your hand if you spill some on | |
| it, having disregarded the manufacturer’s warning. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Wendi Tibbets | |
| location: 'San Jose, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The sharks circled the leaking life raft like a pack of rabid | |
| personal-injury attorneys at a five-car pileup, and Clarence could just | |
| taste the fear (which tasted like chicken) and wondered morbidly if he | |
| too, might taste like chicken. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Mark Schweizer | |
| location: 'Tryon, NC' | |
| quote: >- | |
| He had a drink in his hand and a hole in his heart, a hole big enough to | |
| drive a Honda Odyssey minivan with satellite linked navigation and a | |
| multi-angle rearview camera down the anterior vena cava, execute a | |
| three-point-turn at the atrioventicular valve (thanks to the rear view | |
| camera), then exit the pulmonary artery without ever once scraping the | |
| Celestial Blue Metallic finish that comes standard on the EX-L. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Jessica Sashihara | |
| location: 'Martinsville, NJ' | |
| quote: >- | |
| On their first date he’d asked how much she thought Edgar Allan Poe’s | |
| toe nails would sell for on eBay, and on their second he paid for subway | |
| fair with nickels he fished out of a fountain, but he was otherwise | |
| charming and she thought that they could have a perfectly tolerable life | |
| together. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Krista Holm | |
| location: 'Helsinki, Finland' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The day Anthony and Charlotta met was a special one, not merely because | |
| of the truly magical first encounter of the would-be lovers —they | |
| reached for the same pair of chopsticks at The Lucky Dragon’s | |
| all-you-can-eat Chinese food lunch buffet—but also because it wasthe day | |
| the lizard aliens came to earth and destroyed all of mankind with their | |
| poison gas bombs and acid catapults. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Margaret Stein | |
| location: 'Omaha, NE' | |
| quote: >- | |
| While Dame Goodchild fondly watched Lord Peasebody’s innocent ward gaze | |
| admiringly after Eduardo de Abló, the china-blue eyes moving upwards | |
| from the ancestral sword banging lightly against taut thighs to the | |
| carelessly tied cravat framing a swarthy, cicatrized cheek above which | |
| black eyes half-hidden by untamed raven locks flashed in challenge and | |
| passion, she wondered if Elizabeth knew he got the scar from falling | |
| face-first onto his ostler’s manure rake. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: John J. White | |
| location: 'Merritt Island, FL' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Her tepid tongue explored my mouth like a confused gopher, the tip | |
| giving way to the dorsum, its length and breadth tempting my pharyngeal | |
| reflex as no tongue had ever tempted my pharyngeal reflex, our passion | |
| alone holding back a filet of sole, pommes frites, and a superb | |
| Sauvignon Blanc. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Kathryn Nelson | |
| location: 'Toledo, OH' | |
| quote: >- | |
| When Big Jim strode into the vertebrate lab, Rebecca’s blood froze, not | |
| exactly like that of the wood frog, Rana sylvatica, whose intercellular | |
| fluid fills with ice crystals, sparing the cells from harm, but now as | |
| she visualized its late winter mating frenzy, she felt both oddly | |
| desirable and unnaturally jumpy. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: John Hardi | |
| location: 'Falls Church, VA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The patterns of our lives, like the weave of an oriental rug, the tans | |
| and reds, the thin silken threads, the thick woolen yarns, the cross | |
| weaves or the double hooks, and, yes, even the berber loops that are | |
| really out of style these days, sure are hard to figure sometimes. | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: David S Nelson | |
| location: Falls Church VA | |
| quote: >- | |
| The Mushroom Men of Knarf were silently advancing on the unsuspecting | |
| earthlings, and their thin milky blood ran colder when they smelled | |
| spores from fungal toenail infections rising from many of the invaders’ | |
| feet, for to them it was a wondrous and shocking scent of kinship, | |
| homeland, and asexual reproduction. | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: David S Nelson | |
| location: Falls Church VA | |
| quote: >- | |
| digesting; and when finger food maybe meant chocolate, fish or— | |
| ark!—ingers! | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Nate Renie | |
| location: 'Alameda, CA' | |
| quote: nervous system that makes complex emotions like love possible. | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Aishia Trueman | |
| location: 'Canberra, ACT, Australia' | |
| quote: >- | |
| make scones which I will feed to ducks, and I’ll take their feathers and | |
| make a fantastic feather boa, and it will look stylish, so who’s | |
| laughing now?” | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Brian Brandt | |
| location: 'Lansdale, PA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| What the Highway Department’s chief IT guy for the new computerized | |
| roadway hated most was listening to the ‘smart’ components complain | |
| about being mixed with asphalt instead of silicon and made into speed | |
| bumps instead of graceful vases, like the one today from chip J176: “I | |
| coulda had glass; I coulda been a container; I coulda been some bottle, | |
| instead of a bump, which is what I am.” | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Linda Boatright | |
| location: 'Omaha, NE' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Niles deeply regretted bringing his own equipment to the company’s | |
| annual croquet tournament because those were his fingerprints found on | |
| the “blunt instrument” that had caused the fatal depression in his | |
| boss’s skull and now here he stood in court accused of murder, yes, | |
| murder in the first degree with mallets | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: John Holmes | |
| location: 'St. Petersburg, FL' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Mrs. Irene Bartlett was so taken with the account of the annihilation of | |
| Sodom and Gomorrah, and the transformational moment when Lot’s wife was | |
| miraculously turned into a pillar of salt, that she became a Shaker. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Tom Wallace | |
| location: 'Columbia, SC' | |
| quote: >- | |
| He spotted her as he left the Mudville baseball field, a handsome young | |
| woman sipping tea on the front porch swing of her house, and, though the | |
| boos and catcalls from today’s game still rang in his ears, the Mighty | |
| Casey decided that for the first time in his life he would not at all | |
| mind being associated with a swing and a Miss. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: David Hynes | |
| location: 'Bromma, Sweden' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Yes, mused Gerald, fine-tuning the layout of his seafood buffet, the | |
| Coquilles Saint-Jacques would look best among the plates of rock cod and | |
| (he had to admit it) the rather overcooked flatfish; yes, right there, | |
| he thought, that’s where the scallops should go: between a rock and a | |
| hard plaice. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Amy Torchinsky | |
| location: 'Greensboro, NC' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was a dark and stormy night when, in the course of being snoopy, I | |
| happened upon the most extraordinary dog—sitting at an old-school | |
| typewriter upon the roof of his doghouse—who grumbled that he was | |
| working for peanuts. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Jim Tweedie | |
| location: 'Long Beach, WA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Although it was late at night and the snow was gently falling, Martin, | |
| who had gathered the young maidens together in the village church and | |
| was now, at the stroke of midnight, leading them across the town square, | |
| responded to the town constable’s enquiry as to what he was doing by | |
| replying, “I herd the belles on Christmas Day.” | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Stan McConnell | |
| location: 'Rancho Palos Verdes, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Serena thought bitterly of the ironic juxtaposition of her name and her | |
| life, which had changed irrevocably, and for all eternity, on that | |
| fateful day when her serenity was punctured by the manly lance of that | |
| knight in shiny Armani. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Kevin Hogg | |
| location: 'Cranbrook, BC, Canada' | |
| quote: >- | |
| forced to reply to his “Honey, do you?” with a mournful “You know I just | |
| can’t elope.” | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Nancy Hoffman | |
| location: 'Peaks Island, ME' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The veterinarian had suggested the tasty yellow fruit as a way to cure | |
| the undiagnosed lack of appetite that was ebbing away the very life of | |
| his fluffy little friend and Mark was fraught with anguish as he kept | |
| wondering, “Will a chick eat a banana?” | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: John Cavanagh | |
| location: 'Deer Island, OR' | |
| quote: >- | |
| When working-class Rosalind had been turned into a frog herself after | |
| kissing the enchanted Prince, she and her anguished croaking were shown | |
| on countless newsreels worldwide; and even decades after her “15 minutes | |
| of fame” had lapsed the problem of upward mobility for working women is | |
| still commonly demonstrated by invoking Rosie the Ribbitter. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: John Cavanagh | |
| location: 'Deer Island, OR' | |
| quote: >- | |
| “Ahgonagedoo, oosdiggingsuine!!!” screamed Jake Calhoun; but Doc | |
| Holliday, the legendary gunfighter/dentist, replied simply, “Smile when | |
| you say that, pardner, then swirl and spit out.” | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Rick Cheeseman | |
| location: 'Waconia, MN' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Tex sauntered into the saloon, tipped his hat towards Miss Kitty seated | |
| at the bar, and drawled, “I’ve been excogitatin’, and we don’t take | |
| kindly to no loquacious sesquipedalians ‘round these parts, lessin’ they | |
| be indigenous”—and with that, subsequently shot dead the visiting chatty | |
| professor of English standing next | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Sarah Harper | |
| location: 'Silver Spring, MD' | |
| quote: >- | |
| “I have always found character introductions at the beginning of novels | |
| to be a rather clunky literary device,” said Edmond Wordswell of Liston | |
| Street, Cambridge, a 39-year-old tax attorney and sufferer of severe | |
| lactophobia, the tragic result of having been abandoned in an empty milk | |
| bottle carrier as an infant. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Lee Martinson | |
| location: 'Yucaipa, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Dark and stormy was her disposition; her hair cascaded evenly onto her | |
| shoulders in torrents—except at intervening occasions, when it was | |
| checked by a violent gust of air from a huge blower (for it is in | |
| Hollywood that our scene lies), rattling along her blouse top, and | |
| fiercely agitating the scanty fabric that struggled against her | |
| implants. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Jackie Fuchs | |
| location: 'Los Angeles, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The dame that walked into my office was statuesque and looked like she | |
| ought to be standing on a bed of roses … in other words, she looked | |
| exactly like the garden gnome my ex-wife had stuck in our flower bed, | |
| next to a bird bath that attracted a whole lot of bills, much like my | |
| in-tray, which was lousy with them. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Guy Foisy | |
| location: 'Orleans, Ontario, Canada' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was amidst the chaos of the Loma Prieta tectonic plate shift, while | |
| sipping sassafras floats at opposite ends of a busy ice cream bar when, | |
| in a serendipitous happenstance of synchronicity, the cranial plates of | |
| Laura and Earl also shifted, sending their ocular prosthetics tumbling | |
| to the floor where they rolled and rolled until their eyes met across | |
| the crowded room. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: John Glenn | |
| location: 'Tyler, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Todd didn’t think he would ever be able to love another woman the way he | |
| had loved Lily, but he was really eager to try. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: John Hardi | |
| location: 'Falls Church, VA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| To Juliet’s mind, he was just a small town Romeo, and—bummer—a Capulet | |
| to boot, but the men pickings in Verona were slim, so even though her | |
| daddy would have a cat, she decided, “What’s the worst that could | |
| happen?” | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Warren Blair | |
| location: 'Ashburn, VA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Tony was unsure if the voice had said, “Sven” or “Ten,” but, as no one | |
| had ever called him Sven, and the ceiling lights were shining directly | |
| into his eyes, and, recognizing the familiar sad, yet concerned, look on | |
| the referee’s face—he was gonna go with “Ten.” | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Shethra Jones-Hoopes | |
| location: 'Conestoga, PA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The dark, drafty old house was lopsided and decrepit, leaning in on | |
| itself, the way an aging possum carrying a very heavy, overcooked | |
| drumstick in his mouth might list to one side if he were also favoring a | |
| torn Achilles tendon, assuming possums have them. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Clay Wach | |
| location: 'Winnipeg, Canada' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Daphne had thoroughly researched the subject and concluded that, by all | |
| accounts, the medical procedure for reducing the size of her ample | |
| derriere was relatively safe but—and it is a big ’but’ —she understood | |
| there is always an inherent risk involving any surgery. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Jordan Kaderli | |
| location: 'Dallas, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Betty had eyes that said come here, lips that said kiss me, arms and | |
| torso that said hold me all night long, but the rest of her body said, | |
| “Fillet me, cover me in cornmeal, and fry me in peanut oil”; romance | |
| wasn’t easy for a mermaid. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Max Walker | |
| location: 'Bryn Mawr, PA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Derek squeezed through the narrow entrance past irate piles at the bar | |
| and pushed deeper into the tight, dark saloon, and brushing aside a | |
| stool and settling between ornaments that hung like polyps from the | |
| ceiling, he examined the texture of the walls with his fingertips while | |
| trying to avoid the gaze of the owner; the perfect bar, he mused, for | |
| the socially awkward proctologist. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: John O’Byrne | |
| location: 'Dublin, Ireland' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The sunset was like a golden pouring of honey that you find in those | |
| breakfast jars in good class hotels, some of which ends up on the linen | |
| table cloth, the colour of cirrostratus clouds before they have been | |
| sunset-soaked. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Mark Donnelly | |
| location: 'Co. Wicklow, Ireland' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Our tale begins with the encounter of two gentlemen; I’m going to | |
| describe the second gentleman first. | |
| '2014': | |
| - category: Grand Prize | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Elizabeth (Betsy) Dorfman | |
| location: 'Bainbridge Island, WA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| When the dead moose floated into view the famished crew cheered—this had | |
| to mean land!—but Captain Walgrove, flinty-eyed and clear headed thanks | |
| to the starvation cleanse in progress, gave fateful orders to remain on | |
| the original course and await the appearance of a second and confirming | |
| moose. | |
| - category: Grand Panjandrum's Special Award | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Stan Hunter Kranc | |
| location: 'State College, PA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As he girded himself against the noxious, sulfurous fumes that belched | |
| from the chasm in preparation for descent into the bowels of the | |
| mountain where mighty pressure and unimaginable heat made rock run in | |
| syrupy rivers, Bob paused to consider the unlikely series of events that | |
| had led him to become the Great God Vulcan’s proctologist. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Paul Dawson | |
| location: 'Vancouver, Canada' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As the foeman’s axe descended, Ragnar Thorvaldsson thought—quickly, but | |
| with uncannily prescient anachronism—that his paltry contribution to | |
| this raid would not be recorded in the great sagas, or even a minor | |
| tale, but at best he might be remembered centuries hence only as “third | |
| oarsman” in the Boys’ Own Book of Viking Adventure Stories. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Phillip Davies | |
| location: 'Cardiff, UK.' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Finally after ninety-seven long days adrift Captain Pertwee was rescued, | |
| mercifully ending his miserable diet of rainwater and strips of sun | |
| dried Haddock which was actually far ghastlier than it sounded what with | |
| George Haddock being his former first mate. | |
| - category: Children's Literature | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Mike Mayfield | |
| location: 'Austin, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Justin was happy, like a clam at high tide, but abruptly ending his | |
| musings he recalled that he had every reason to be happy (in his own | |
| small way) because he was a quahog and it was the highest of tides, and | |
| he squirted with delight. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Carl Turney | |
| location: 'Bayswater, Victoria, Australia' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Hard-boiled private dick Harrison Bogart couldn’t tell if it was the | |
| third big glass of cheap whiskey he’d just finished, or the way the | |
| rain-moistened blouse clung so tightly to the perfect figure of the dame | |
| who just appeared panting in his office doorway, but he was certain of | |
| one thing … he had the hottest mother-in-law in the world. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Joshua Long | |
| location: 'Harrison, OH' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Hard-boiled private eye Smith Calloway had a sinking feeling as he | |
| walked into the chaotic crime scene, for there, as expected, was the | |
| body dressed in a monk’s habit; there was the stuffed cream-colored pony | |
| next to the crisp apple strudel; there was the doorbell, the set of | |
| sleigh bells, and even the schnitzel with noodles – all proclaiming that | |
| the Von Trappist Killer had struck again. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Jorge Stolfi | |
| location: 'Campinas, SP, Brazil' | |
| quote: >- | |
| “One cannot easily shake off old habits,” was all that retired Detective | |
| Tim O’Hara could say when, after rifling through the dead old man’s | |
| pockets (which, as he expected, were all empty), inspecting his throat, | |
| and forcing open his cold, stiff hand to get his fingerprints, he was | |
| gently but firmly pulled away from the coffin by his brother Harry and | |
| piloted out of the parlor under the perplexed stares of uncle Mel’s | |
| friends | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Damian Alabakoff | |
| location: 'Vancouver, WA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| He was waiting for the call seated behind his desk, his right knee | |
| bouncing up and down like the piston of a one-cylinder steam engine—the | |
| kind old guys restore and stand proudly next to at the county fair | |
| hoping someone will stop and ask about it but they never do as the | |
| engine thumps and sputters in rhythm like an anxious guy seated behind | |
| his desk bouncing his knee up and down. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Brian Brandt | |
| location: 'Lansdale, PA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| When the CSI investigator lifted the sheet revealing the mutilated body | |
| with the Ginsu Knife still protruding from the bloody chest, Detective | |
| Miller wondered why anybody would ever need two of them, even if he only | |
| had to pay extra shipping and handling. | |
| - category: Fantasy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Kevin Hogg | |
| location: 'Cranbrook, BC, Canada' | |
| quote: >- | |
| After years of Dame Gothel’s tyrrany, Rapunzel was only seconds from | |
| freedom, until, with an agonized scream, the prince plunged to his death | |
| in the thorns below, grasping a handful of detached blond strands—the | |
| golden stair having been irreparably weakened by the deficiency of | |
| Vitamins B3, B6, and B7 in his love’s new celiac-friendly diet. | |
| - category: Fantasy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Thor F. Carden | |
| location: 'Madison, TN' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The Swan Queen spread her wings with all the quick grace of a | |
| businessman hailing a taxi in NYC and leapt high into the air like said | |
| businessman swearing and jumping back from the curb as the taxi he was | |
| hailing speeds past and splatters him with sludgy city puddle water, but | |
| in a more graceful way than the second bit. | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: John Holmes | |
| location: 'St. Petersburg, FL' | |
| quote: >- | |
| In the late 1480’s, one of Henry VII’s spies in Milan picked up on what | |
| Columbus was up to, caught a gypsy caravan to Barcelona, a strawberry | |
| wagon to Lisbon, a crazy noble’s carriage to Marseilles, a worn | |
| stagecoach to Paris (which broke down), a hike to Calais, a rowboat to | |
| Southampton, arriving in London a year after Columbus landed in America, | |
| the imminent sailing for which the next year the spy, by now headless, | |
| had come to report. | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Frank McWilliams | |
| location: 'Telford, PA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| With her interest in dime-store cowboy novels finally fading and | |
| Christmas just days away, little Lizzy Borden sat quietly in the corner | |
| and crossed “tomahawk” off her Christmas list, writing instead the word | |
| AXE, carefully in her best penmanship, which made her mother and father | |
| so proud. | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Clark Snodgrass | |
| location: 'Huntington Beach, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| 2nd Lt. Buck Johnson peered down from his perch high above the | |
| battlefield in his aerial reconnaissance balloon and watched the Union | |
| infantry lines march out of the tree line and across the crown of the | |
| barren field, their dark Union uniforms occasionally interspersed with | |
| grey Confederate prisoners forming a mass of precision strands of | |
| soldiers slowly covering the once bald field like an ever-growing “dark | |
| with touch of grey” comb-over. | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Carl Turney | |
| location: 'Bayswater, Victoria, Australia' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was a bright and cloudless day, as young Lizzie hummed a cheerful | |
| tune to herself, whilst drying and replacing the last knife on its hook, | |
| and reminiscing how Mother and Father Borden (lying bleeding in their | |
| respective pools of blood upstairs) had been so inappropriately cross | |
| with her, such a short while ago. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Stephen Sanford | |
| location: 'Seattle, WA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| He was a stolid man, prone to excessive and extended bursts of | |
| emotionlessness; but when Maurice loved, he loved with the passion of a | |
| dog itching its face against the grain of a firm pile | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Terri Meeker | |
| location: 'Nixa, MO' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Cole kissed Anastasia, not in a lingering manner as a connoisseur might | |
| sip a glass of ‘82 La Pin, but open-mouthed and desperate, like a hobo | |
| wrapping his mouth around a bottle of Strawberry Ripple in the alley | |
| behind the 7-11. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: John Hardi | |
| location: 'Falls Church, VA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The Contessa’s heart was pounding hard and fast, like an out-of-balance | |
| clothes washer, which can get that way if you mix jeans with a lot of | |
| light things, though the new ones have some sensor thing to counteract | |
| that or shut off, but the Contessa’s heart didn’t have anything like | |
| that, so she had to sit down and tell Don Rolando to keep his hands to | |
| himself for a while. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Peter S. Bjorkman | |
| location: 'Rocklin, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The young lovers’ lips latched to each other not unlike the way in which | |
| two coital snails would, with much slime and suction, frothing as if | |
| someone had just poured salt on them. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Shalom Chung | |
| location: Hong Kong | |
| quote: >- | |
| His ex-wife’s personality was like chocolate—not the smoky, tangy, | |
| exquisitely rich and full-bodied type, but the over-sweet, | |
| tooth-cracking, factory-processed, made-with vegetable-oil kind that | |
| leaves one with diabetes and an aneurysm the size of a grape. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Eva Niessner | |
| location: 'Cockeysville, MD' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It seemed fair to say that her werewolfism was putting a strain on their | |
| relationship, the way she had earned the ire of the neighbors by | |
| devouring their pets and howling far past the bedtimes of their | |
| children, but bring it up to her, and she’d just snarl, “Why do you keep | |
| harping on this?” around a mouthful of the Smiths’ cat. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Wendy White Lees | |
| location: 'Ho-Ho-Kus, NJ' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Raoul’s deep slate eyes sucked Natalie in, and there she remained lodged | |
| like the wadded knee-hi clogging the tube of her Hoover Electrosuction | |
| Model 612 that once belonged to her grandmother, or some other dead | |
| relative, its vacuum bag so overstuffed with gunk, shed skin cells, and | |
| insect exoskeletons it nearly exploded like Natalie’s heart bursting | |
| with love for Raoul. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Amelia Kynaston | |
| location: 'Las Vegas, NV' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Over KFC, Raul broke up with Sheila a second time (the first time | |
| shrinking her heart until it was only fit for a tiny doll), tearing what | |
| was left of her heart to shreds, like the shreds of coleslaw now | |
| clinging to Raul’s beard; a fitting analogy since the aforementioned | |
| doll Sheila was thinking of was a Cabbage Patch doll. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Michael Shaw | |
| location: 'Rockville, MD' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The tears of her loneliness rolled from her cheeks and fell upon the | |
| steaming pavement outside a secondrate shopping center in Torrance, | |
| California, those tears quickly evaporating in the heat and turning into | |
| molecularized water vapor that was gradually pulled into the upper | |
| atmosphere and slowly dispersed across the planet until, many years | |
| later, a few of the molecules descended upon Riomaggiore, Italy, where | |
| they were inhaled by her soul-mate, Giorgio Abatangelo whom she would | |
| never, ever, meet. | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Suzy Levinson | |
| location: 'Sunnyside, NY' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The spaceship hovered like a saucer, only rounder, deeper, the product | |
| of an unholy union between dessert plate and finger bowl, as any of the | |
| villagers familiar with traditional service à la russe dining could | |
| plainly see. | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Matthew Hannum | |
| location: 'Glen Burnie, MD' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was a dark and stormy night, as it would be for the next 23 years on | |
| the world of Lo’soun, a lop-sided planet that rolls around its axis like | |
| one of those spinning tops kids have, and for the next 23 years the | |
| brave space colonists would have to live without light, warmth, or the | |
| screaming, car-sized cicadas that only come out in the summer. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Howie McLennon | |
| location: 'Ottawa, ON, Canada' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Pet detective Drake Leghorn ducked reporters at the entrance to the | |
| small hobby farm and headed down to the tiny pond where a lone goose was | |
| frantically calling for her mate and he wondered why—when so many come | |
| to look upon the graceful mating pair—why would someone want to take a | |
| gander? | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Kirsten Wilson | |
| location: 'Superior, CO' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Six months old, and already their love had picked up memories like lint, | |
| which, now that Maddie thought about it, was appropriate, since she and | |
| Brian met at the laundromat, when Maddie found herself hampered by a | |
| stubborn washing machine coin slot, but then snickered at the thought of | |
| being “hampered” while doing laundry, and then found herself explaining | |
| her snicker to the nearest laundromat patron, whoturned out to be Brian | |
| and who, better yet, turned out to have a sense of humor even, well, | |
| dryer than her own. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Jim Biggie | |
| location: 'Melrose, MA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Six months old, and already their love had picked up memories like lint, | |
| which, now that Maddie thought about it, was appropriate, since she and | |
| Brian met at the laundromat, when Maddie found herself hampered by a | |
| stubborn washing machine coin slot, but then snickered at the thought of | |
| being “hampered” while doing laundry, and then found herself explaining | |
| her snicker to the nearest laundromat patron, who turned out to be Brian | |
| and who, better yet, turned out to have a sense of humor even, well, | |
| dryer than her own. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Chris Lovegren | |
| location: 'Lynden, WA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| When the call came in for grammar expert Professor Leland Saige to | |
| analyze the President’s latest speech just five minutes after Saige’s | |
| indispensable assistant, Mary Anne Detwiler had gone to bed (Mary Anne | |
| was notoriously impossible to awaken fifteen minutes after she retired), | |
| the Professor’s receptionist hurriedly burst into his office and | |
| breathlessly announced, “If you’re going to parse, Lee Saige, rouse Mary | |
| in time!” | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: John Holmes | |
| location: 'St. Petersburg, FL' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The Cisco Kid, Pancho, Hopalong Cassidy, and Roy Rogers had all gone on | |
| to Tombstone to meet up with Wyatt Earp, leaving me on my lonesome in | |
| this one-horse town with not one cent in my britches, and my old nag | |
| Buster damn near puckered out, so I had to hook up with the loan | |
| arranger and pronto. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Ted Downes | |
| location: 'Cardiff, UK.' | |
| quote: >- | |
| “I guess you ain’t from around these here parts, Mistuh”, drawled | |
| Sheriff Cole McCabe, suspiciously eying the mysterious one-armed, | |
| scar-faced stranger with no name who had just stepped off the Deadwood | |
| stage and was now standing at the bar of the Last Chance saloon dressed | |
| only in a tutu, high-heeled shoes, holding a pink parasol and reciting | |
| passages from Marcel Proust’s Remembrance of Things Past to Mad Dog | |
| Kincaid and the Coltrane boys outta the Lazy K Ranch just south o’ | |
| Tucson. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Randy Blanton | |
| location: 'Murfreesboro, TN' | |
| quote: >- | |
| I brought the stagecoach to a halt when I saw the robbers approach and | |
| of course they were quite riled when they found out not only was I not | |
| transporting anything valuable but there were also no passengers (such | |
| as a banker or pretty girl) aboard, and then they threatened to shoot me | |
| for no good reason but finally said the hell with it and rode off, but I | |
| think shooting me for no loot, no suit, and no beaut would have been a | |
| good reason. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Betty Brown | |
| location: 'New Bern, NC' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Grey and foreboding, the turbulent sea—our faithful companion for the | |
| previous 24 days—brought our little boat at last to the soft pastel | |
| tranquility of a tropical island paradise where pristine beaches nuzzled | |
| the feet of craggy volcanic peaks, and the tiny harbor’s pungent odor | |
| betrayed the local cab drivers who habitually urinated on the sea wall. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Tyler Miles | |
| location: 'Waterbury, VT' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Every once in a while Cletus would feel the inconceivable, | |
| unintelligible force of loneliness come down from the far reaches of the | |
| cold, dark universe and crush him in a manner that left him pondering | |
| the significance of his sad, meandering existence in the face of this | |
| meaningless mass of nothing we call life, but not today, because today | |
| is Taco Tuesday. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Cat Clerkin | |
| location: 'Greensboro, NC' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Tomorrow was Cindy’s favorite day; not tomorrow-as-in-May-Eighteenth, | |
| but tomorrow as in the concept, like freedom— the idea of a time that | |
| has not yet come to pass, like the zombie apocalypse or the rapture—and | |
| which, therefore, her mother-in-law had not yet ruined. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Shanon Conner | |
| location: 'San Angelo, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As Farmer Brown’s train pulled out of the station at 10:00am traveling | |
| east at 50 mph, he had no idea that at that very same moment Farmer | |
| Green was 100 miles away on a west-bound train heading straight for him | |
| at 60mph and that because of a tragic track-switching mistake he was | |
| going to die in a fiery head-on train crash at exactly … uhm … well … | |
| err … sometime later that day. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Talha bin Hamid | |
| location: 'Karachi, Pakistan' | |
| quote: >- | |
| This is a tale of love, pain, loss, and redemption—and of a baboon, | |
| Amelia. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Anthony Newman | |
| location: 'Collinsville, CT' | |
| quote: >- | |
| There it stood regally atop the marble counter, the clear, sensuously | |
| curvaceous container, with its golden cargo, crowned with a spherical | |
| stopper, with its tapered base in intimate contact with the neck of the | |
| vessel, a vitreous phallus waiting to deprive the oleaginous content of | |
| its extra-virginity. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Lucina Mendez | |
| location: 'Blaine, MN' | |
| quote: >- | |
| There is litter on the highway and there are grey skies and naked trees; | |
| the sky so slate of grey that it cuts the sky like a knife, obscuring | |
| all horizons; the wind feels like human breath on my neck, heaving over | |
| me like it paid for the right, and is like a Dali with a sky-like awning | |
| that protects from the truncated blisters of the socket-like cistern of | |
| the sun. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Karen Arutunoff | |
| location: 'Tulsa, OK' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As I passed the sweating plate glass windows and my own reflection as | |
| well as that of the occasional headlight off the interstate of the exit | |
| 49 Waffle House pondering whether I would have the late night | |
| steak-and-egg breakfast or the covered, smothered, scattered triple hash | |
| browns with Tabasco, I caught a glimpse of what looked like the entire | |
| cast of Fargo at the counter sending a vague wave of fear over me and | |
| the thought that if Armageddon were to be tonight, this would be the | |
| epicenter. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Aiko Baker | |
| location: 'Murfeesboro, TN' | |
| quote: >- | |
| My name is Caroline and if you’re reading this I’m either dead or I’ve | |
| gotten lost in some alternate dimension where Liverpool has exploded and | |
| been replaced with a fancy water park … though it’s probably the first | |
| one. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Paul Bayley | |
| location: 'Walnut Creek, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Pine trees stretched as far as the eye could see, which wasn’t very far | |
| in Gerald’s case, since he was overdue for cataract surgery with the | |
| only ophthalmologist in town who still took Medicare patients, and their | |
| needles whispered gently in the breeze. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Paul Bayley | |
| location: 'Walnut Creek, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| In the bleak world of Detective Clive Pinch the sight of dead bodies was | |
| no big whoop, but lots of little pieces of a whole bunch of different | |
| ones crammed into crude papier mache raccoons welded inside a rusty | |
| steel drum washed up on a moonlit Port Hueneme beach most certainly was | |
| a big one. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Zachary Bezemek | |
| location: 'West Bloomfield, MI' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Long, sleek legs protruded from her tantalizingly round abdomen; thick, | |
| bristly hairs clung to his skin, communicating “I need you” in her | |
| innocent, nymphean way; wide, multifaceted eyes stared lustrously into | |
| him—yes, the little maggot he’d taken in but weeks before had blossomed | |
| into a voluptuous young housefly, and he feared he could no longer | |
| resist her beauty. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Elizabeth Blair | |
| location: 'Portland, MI' | |
| quote: >- | |
| I fell into my Swedish lover Sven’s strong grip like a prime piece of | |
| organic mahogany held in the iron grasp of a log clamp on a wet November | |
| afternoon. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Dave Roberts | |
| location: 'Oatley, NSW, Australia' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Perhaps it was the unnatural angle of her neck that bothered Clint, or | |
| perhaps it was the fact that she was beautiful—far too beautiful to be | |
| having a body bag zipped up over her, but he knew one thing for certain: | |
| the untouched chocolate mud cake on the counter was looking more | |
| appetizing by the minute. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: J. Andrew Cleland | |
| location: Gray TN | |
| quote: >- | |
| I will not repeat what she said when she came home and found out I’d | |
| been spraying Endust on her dog and throwing treats under the bed to get | |
| him to harvest the dust bunnies, but you wouldn’t think a young lady | |
| would even know any words like that. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Brent Sheppard | |
| location: 'Morganton, NC' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The fluffy white clouds draped over the top of the mountain like a | |
| dollop of cream cheese icing melting down the sides of a hot cinnamon | |
| roll except without that alluring cinnamon roll aroma you get at the | |
| mall because, after all, this was a secluded mountain and erecting a | |
| mall in such a remote location would not be economically feasible. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: John Tracy | |
| location: 'Shoreline, WA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The full moon over distant hill bathed the lovers in joyful radiance, | |
| glowworms merrily winked and glimmered, swamp gas emanated an ethereal | |
| shimmer, and fireflies twinkled, flickered and fluttered—pinging their | |
| pinprick flashes like optical exclamation points, the whole light show | |
| engendering a veritable cornucopian cacophony of Kinkadesque | |
| scintillation. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Vina Prasad | |
| location: Singapore | |
| quote: >- | |
| The cheesemonger’s wares reminded me of the days of my feckless | |
| youth—the soft white clouds of paneer encapsulated my leisurely summer | |
| in Gujarat, the block of sweet, caramel-brown Brunost made my autumn | |
| sojourn in Oslo float to mind, and the pungent scent of Stilton, its | |
| yellowish-white wedges embellished with veins of blue-green mould, | |
| brought back memories of discovering the Staffordshire Strangler’s first | |
| five corpses. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Kelben Graf | |
| location: 'Milwaukie, OR' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was cool but muggy—I was schvitzing like a mohel at his first | |
| bris—and one thing was for certain: that Rosetta Stone course in Yiddish | |
| was worth the gelt. | |
| '2015': | |
| - category: Grand Prize | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Joel Phillips | |
| location: 'West Trenton, NJ' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Seeing how the victim's body, or what remained of it, was wedged between | |
| the grill of the Peterbilt 389 and the bumper of the 2008 Cadillac | |
| Escalade EXT, officer "Dirk" Dirksen wondered why reporters always used | |
| the phrase "sandwiched" to describe such a scene since there was nothing | |
| appetizing about it, but still, he thought, they might have a point | |
| because some of this would probably end up on the front of his shirt. | |
| - category: Grand Prize | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Grey Harlowe | |
| location: 'Salem, OR' | |
| quote: >- | |
| We can’t let the dastards win,” said Piper Bogdonovich to her fellow | |
| gardener, Mr. Sidney Beckworth Hammerstein, as she clenched her gloved | |
| hands into gnarly, fuzzed fists, “because if I have to endure another | |
| year after which my Royal Puffin buttercups come in second place to | |
| Marsha Engelstrom’s Fainting Dove Tear Drop peonies, I will find a | |
| machine gun and leave my humanity card in the Volvo.” | |
| - category: Grand Panjandrum's Special Award | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Neil T Godden | |
| location: 'Nouméa, New Caledonia' | |
| quote: >- | |
| After his seventh shot of Jack Daniels, Billy reflected that only a | |
| certain kind of man, a Roman Catholic priest, born under the sign of | |
| Gemini, whose loved one had been run down by a bus full of inebriated | |
| Lazio supporters on a glorious Sunday morning in early April outside a | |
| provincial church whose bells were ringing Bach’s Tocatta and Fugue in B | |
| minor, would truly be able to understand the abyss of despair in which | |
| he was drowning. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: David Laatsch | |
| location: 'Baton Rouge, LA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| After weeks at sea, Captain Fetherstonhaugh and his hardy crew had at | |
| last crossed the halfway point, and he mused that the closest dry land | |
| now lay in the Americas, assuming of course that it was not raining | |
| there. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Charlie Hill | |
| location: 'Auckland, New Zealand' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Certainly most people in Morris’ place would have had certain misgivings | |
| about being stranded aboard a life raft, facing the unrelenting hunger | |
| and the possibility of having to eat the weaker members of the crew just | |
| to eke out the chance of survival for a few more days, but as Morris was | |
| an Asiatic black bear he had absolutely no qualms about it whatsoever. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Dave Hurt | |
| location: 'Leicester, UK' | |
| quote: >- | |
| A thousand miles from the coast a cheer went up from the burned, ragged | |
| survivors of the Cortez party as they descended upon the hapless prairie | |
| dog devouring skin, fur, blood, everything in their ravenous quest for | |
| sustenance since their expulsion, two months previously, from the Reno | |
| Holiday Inn without the concomitant expulsion from the safe of their | |
| wallets and passports | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Paul Ross | |
| location: 'Santa Fe, NM' | |
| quote: >- | |
| If old Elijah’s warning about the North Korean cruise ship of Liberian | |
| registry, crewed by Thai slaves wasn’t enough, dinner at the Somali | |
| Captain’s table in a lifeboat near confirmed it. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Myriam Nys | |
| location: 'Mechelen, Belgium' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Walking through the northernmost souk of Marrakech, that storied and | |
| cosmopolitan city so beloved of voyagers wishing to shake the desert | |
| dust off their feet, Peter bought a French-language newspaper and | |
| realized, with dizzying dismay, that “Camille” can be a man’s name. | |
| - category: Children's Literature | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: E. David Moulton | |
| location: 'Summerville, SC' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The doctors all agreed the inside of Charlie’s intestinal tract looked | |
| like some dark, dank subway system in a decaying inner city, blackened | |
| polyps hanging from every corner like tiny ticking terrorist time bombs, | |
| waiting to burst forth in cancerous activity; however, to Timmy the | |
| Tapeworm this was home. | |
| - category: Children's Literature | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Hwei Oh | |
| location: 'Sydney, Australia' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Shortly after that interfering do-gooder Snow White had introduced | |
| Sneezy to non-drowsy antihistamines, he had to change his name to Brian, | |
| where he then left the mines with Ray (formerly Sleepy) who was now a | |
| caffeine addict and Bob (formerly Grumpy) who was on 100 milligrams of | |
| Prozac a day, and Doc whom Snow pointed out had never actually graduated | |
| from medical school and was being sued for malpractice—oh how he | |
| despised that high and mighty ho. | |
| - category: Children's Literature | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Linda Gorman | |
| location: 'Albuquerque, NM' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The three little pandas followed Nanny Wei Wong down the grassy path | |
| towards the lotus pool, bathing suits, rubber duckies, and favorite | |
| bamboo sandwiches safely in their panda packs—how they loved their | |
| school break —but they had no idea what was waiting for them this | |
| summer, just over the Big Bear Bridge! | |
| - category: Children's Literature | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Rahul Kak | |
| location: 'Ann Arbor, MI' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As Granny sewed the bloody wolf pelt onto the stained red cape, Little | |
| Red downed another shot, reminding herself that even alcohol has a | |
| better taste than the gastric acid of a wolf. | |
| - category: Children's Literature | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Eric Lorenz | |
| location: 'Phoenix, AZ' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Jacob and Elisa had been warned by their parents on numerous occasions | |
| never to venture into the Amber Woods after dark or risk some vague and | |
| unspoken fate once within the trees, so they didn’t and just played in | |
| their front yards instead. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Tom Billings | |
| location: 'Minneapolis, MN' | |
| quote: >- | |
| John thought of Kate and smiled—with any luck the tide would carry her | |
| body out to deeper water by nightfall. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Laura Ruth Loomis | |
| location: 'Pittsburg, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| When the corpse showed up in the swimming pool, her dead bosoms bobbing | |
| up and down like twin poached eggs in hollandaise sauce, Randy decided | |
| to call the police as soon as he finished taking pictures of his | |
| breakfast and posting them to his Facebook wall. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Tom Billings | |
| location: 'Minneapolis, MN' | |
| quote: >- | |
| I knew that dame was damaged goods when she first sauntered in, and I | |
| don't mean lightly scratched and dented goods that a reputable merchant | |
| like Home Depot might offer in a clearly marked end display sale; no, | |
| she was more like the kind of flashy trashy plastic knockoff that always | |
| carries a child-choking hazard that no self-respecting 11-year-old | |
| Chinese sweat shop kids would ever call theirs. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: E. David Moulton | |
| location: 'Summerville, SC' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The janitor's body lay just inside the door, a small puncture wound | |
| below his right ear made with a long thin screwdriver, the kind | |
| electricians use and can often be found in the bargain bin at the | |
| hardware store and come with a pair of cheap wire cutters that you never | |
| use because they won’t cut wire worth a damn and at best will only put a | |
| small indent in the wire so you can at least bend it back and forth | |
| until it breaks. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: James M. Vanes | |
| location: 'La Porte, IN' | |
| quote: >- | |
| When private detective Flip Merlot spotted the statuesque brunette | |
| seated at the bar of his favorite watering hole, he was drawn to her | |
| like a yellow cat to navy blue pants, and when he sidled up next to her | |
| he felt fuzzy all over, kind of like dark blue corduroys get when | |
| they're matted with yellow cat hair. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Marsha Engelbrecht | |
| location: 'Lafayette, LA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| And it came to pass that, in those days when the young and powerful | |
| Alexander, called The Great, boldly ventured forth on his mighty steed | |
| Bucephalus, leading a vast army to conquer, claim, and generally visit | |
| the more tourist-y areas outside his empire, there remained at home his | |
| lesser-known brother Demetrius the Mediocre, who kept the fires burning | |
| and, to everyone's surprise, produced a pretty decent BBQ. | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Dan Leyde | |
| location: 'Shoreline, WA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| With his lamp giving off a dull yellow glow General Washington sat up | |
| late into the night contemplating his problems: Not enough food, not | |
| enough clothing, not enough men, and that idiot Private Doodle who kept | |
| putting feathers in his cap and calling it macaroni. | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Steve Lerner | |
| location: Northri | |
| quote: >- | |
| Attila sat alone on the crest of a hill overlooking the bucolic village | |
| he would next pillage, envying the simple lives of its denizens, but | |
| comforting himself with the knowledge that they would soon all be | |
| murdered. | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Arch Robison | |
| location: 'Champaign,' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The year was 1792, and the French Royal family was like a well-watered | |
| topiary: lush, widespread, and in need of a good pruning. | |
| - category: Fantasy | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: David S Nelson | |
| location: 'Falls Church, VA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The three Black Forest Elves, Twinklemann, Sparklemann, and Von | |
| Dazzleberg, were sitting at their merry campfire, frying their wursts | |
| and hamhocks, slathering their rich black bread with the grease, | |
| drinking the icy magical Rhine-water, and one of them at least puffing | |
| away on a pudgy little elven-pipe, when who should show up but the OTHER | |
| famous elves Oberon, Titania, Galadriel, Elrond, Tinkerbell, the | |
| Munchkin lollipop dude, and that thing on the airplane wing in “Twilight | |
| Zone.” | |
| - category: Fantasy | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Yap Tee Giut | |
| location: 'Ipoh, Perak, Malaysia' | |
| quote: >- | |
| That was magic alright, though she belatedly realized that she should | |
| have known because everybody else was wearing robes while holding staffs | |
| with knobs on one end and screaming nonsense like "Merlin's beard!" when | |
| she unceremoniously dropped in their midst and it really shouldn't have | |
| taken her being changed into a creature of the amphibian persuasion to | |
| comprehend that. | |
| - category: Fantasy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Austin Stollhaus | |
| location: 'Louisville, KY' | |
| quote: >- | |
| “My name is Vangir," the stout dwarf announced, "son of Valdir, son of | |
| Tolfdir, son of Torsson, heir to the dwarf kingdom of Darag-Vur, King of | |
| the Under-Folk, ring-giver, dragon-slayer, M.D., DDS. | |
| - category: Fantasy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Terence Mulholland | |
| location: 'Santa Monica, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| An evil darkness strode across the forsaken lands of Marmon, casting a | |
| shadow like a superhero whose cape’s special power is to turn day into | |
| night, that was how the darkness strode (not like the superhero who was | |
| otherwise a very nice man). | |
| - category: Fantasy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Nad Razvi | |
| location: 'Essex, UK' | |
| quote: >- | |
| In the forest of Thrangul, Dobo Snabeley stared at his quest companions, | |
| Bolto Dwaven, Eagle Thepnis, Night Hunter, and Lythan Elva, looking to a | |
| map of Husker-Du, Dobo knew they would traverse this entire world to | |
| burn the Wand of Shazna in the firepit of Mound Hapla, so Dobo chucked | |
| it in the camp fire instead, and went home. | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Dan Leyde | |
| location: 'Shoreline, WA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| With his lamp giving off a dull yellow General Washington sat up late | |
| into the night contemplating his problems: not enough food, not enough | |
| clothing, not enough men, and that idiot Private Doodle who kept putting | |
| feathers in his cap and calling it macaroni. | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Steve Lerner | |
| location: 'Northridge, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Attila sat alone on the crest of a hill overlooking the bucolic village | |
| he would next pillage, envying the simple lives of its denizens, but | |
| comforting himself with the knoweldge that they would soon all be | |
| murdered. | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Arch Robison | |
| location: 'Champaign, IL' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The year was 1792 and the French Royal family was like a well-watered | |
| topiary: lush, widespread, and in need of a good pruning. | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Marsha Engelbrecht | |
| location: 'Lafayette, LA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| on his mighty steed Bucaphalus, leading a vast army to conquer, claim, | |
| and generally visit the more tourist-y areas outside his empire, there | |
| remained at home his lesser-known brother Demetrius the Medicore, who | |
| kept the fires burning and, to everyone's surprise, produced a pretty | |
| decent BBQ. | |
| - category: Horror | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Margo Coffman | |
| location: 'Corinth, MS' | |
| quote: >- | |
| If Vicky Walters had known that ordering an extra shot of espresso in | |
| her grande non-fat sugar free one pump raspberry syrup two pumps vanilla | |
| syrup soy latte that Wednesday would lead to her death and subsequent | |
| rebirth as a vampire, she probably would have at least gotten whipped | |
| cream. | |
| - category: Horror | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Stephanie Leanne Myers | |
| location: 'Baton Rouge, LA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Duane made a very unfortunate zombie; the coroner had removed his | |
| dentures and all of his clothes before he reanimated—thus he was | |
| destined to stagger naked through the woods, attempting to gum small | |
| animals to death. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Marlin Back | |
| location: 'Columbus, IN' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Carlos stared in lust and amazement as she walked away, her | |
| spandex-covered body giving the impression of two well-oiled sumo | |
| wrestlers on stilts furiously going for the win. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Ron Johnstone | |
| location: 'Burlingame, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was the age of the expected, it was the age of surprises, it was the | |
| season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of | |
| hope, it was the fall of despair, we had everything before us, we had | |
| nothing before us—in short, the period was so different from past | |
| periods that some of us didn't know what else to do but go to Las Vegas | |
| and drink smoothies. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Ed Buhrer | |
| location: 'Louisa, VA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Long overdue for a tune-up, the ancient and dilapidated 1956 | |
| Oldsmobile—with PowerGlide transmission and power steering—wheezed | |
| slowly into the gas station, the long, blue plumes of exhaust looking | |
| like a crop duster full of illegal DDT spraying a field of asphalt. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Alex Dering | |
| location: 'Brooklyn, NY' | |
| quote: >- | |
| He typed like a ninja with no arms, and the text flowed like a drop of | |
| blood down a katana blade sharpened with one of those automatic kitchen | |
| things you can buy on late-night television when you're drunk but not | |
| too drunk to read off your 16-digit credit card number and security | |
| code. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Joseph E. Fountain | |
| location: 'Fredericksburg, VA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The night was dark; which is a bit redundant, since night is by | |
| definition dark, unless it's a stormy night when lightning causes | |
| moments of brilliant light, or except in places like Norway or Alaska | |
| where summer nights can be pretty light, but still, most of the time | |
| when you say “night,” people are going to think “dark.” | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Anthony Hahn | |
| location: 'Astoria, OR' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Portly, abrupt Bart Simeon plodded through the citadel with a bearing of | |
| tension and anger that was like a tinderbox lying by a roadside waiting | |
| for a careless motorist to toss his or her cigarette butt out the | |
| window, most likely the passenger if the container lay on the right side | |
| of the road, or perhaps the driver with a brusque flick to the left, | |
| unless of course if they were in England, in which case it would be the | |
| opposite. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Howard Vogl | |
| location: 'San Luis Obispo, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| She looked like a great pizza, you know the kind that relies more on the | |
| quality of the sauce than the amount of cheese, standing there powdering | |
| her nose, which was a bit large for her face, reminding him of a slice | |
| of pizza whose point curled up after a night in the refrigerator. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Ted Wise | |
| location: 'Hanover, PA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| I never did see the last thing I saw, the truck and the red light, the | |
| last thing I saw was a plus-size girl in a petite ensemble, giving her | |
| the appearance of a marshmallow tightly wrapped in dental floss. | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: John Holmes | |
| location: 'St. Petersburg, FL' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The gravitational pull up here on Mars is much less than it is back at | |
| home base, of course, so your tongue sticks to the roof of our mouth and | |
| everyone sounds like Eleanor Roosevelt. | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: David S Nelson | |
| location: 'Falls Church, VA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Entering the Forbidden Zone on Planet Q38 Minor meant death, either | |
| quickly by mushroom poisoning or terribly by The Shiny Golden Hook; but | |
| Captain Zirek didn't care, he was in love with three-legged Zora, and | |
| that's where she was stabled. | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Joseph E. Fountain | |
| location: 'Fredericksburg, VA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Turk strained at the controls of the Pulsar-Phased Adenoid Five Galactic | |
| Cruiser, trying desperately to pull up from an uncontrolled dive, until | |
| he suddenly remembered he was in space, and there is no up or down. | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: James Luce | |
| location: 'Los Altos, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The mighty roar of the awesome atomic engines (louder than a thousand | |
| MGM lions, more powerful than lust on a warm summer’s day) erotically | |
| thrust the metallic monster into the heavens like some demonic angel | |
| escaping from Hell and made the intrepid astronaut swallow his gum. | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Wayne Carmichael | |
| location: 'Tyler, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The Phylognites made love by intertwining their eyeball stalks, a most | |
| erotic sensation except occasionally when, due to inexperience or | |
| excessive ardor, their stalks became inextricably bound in what | |
| (unbeknownst to them) a species of obnoxious, quarrelsome little bipeds | |
| on an obscure planet circling a small star in the Milky Way might call a | |
| "bird's nest." | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: James Pokines | |
| location: 'Boston, MA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Claire had more daddy issues than Boy’s Life magazine published in the | |
| late 1970s, but she was a perfect match for Donald, whose personality | |
| was vaguely sticky, like the outside of a squeezable honey container or | |
| anything handled by a three-year-old. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: David S Nelson | |
| location: 'Falls Church, VA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| She was a mermaid equally at home on land and water because of her | |
| dual-membrane lungs, and she had everything I needed tucked under one | |
| beautiful big scale, and her glistening, wriggling, flopping body and | |
| melodious Siren's voice had me in love from day one when I hauled her up | |
| along with 600 pounds of Point Judith #3 calamari. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: David Pepper | |
| location: 'Torrance, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Wilbur's passionate kisses sent a warm shiver down Eugenia's tender | |
| spine and made the coarse hair on her knuckles erect. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Lynda Clark | |
| location: 'Nottingham, England' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As he caressed her hair, cheek, forehead, chin, collarbone, shoulder, | |
| upper arm, and stomach, she knew that her decision to take Octoman as a | |
| lover was the correct one. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Kathy Minicozzi | |
| location: 'New York, NY' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Caitlin was a Pop Tart kind of girl, but Kyle always ate four Aunt | |
| Jemima pancakes with Land o' Lakes unsalted butter and Mrs. | |
| Butterworth's maple syrup, so they knew they would never marry because | |
| of their differences, but they could still fool around. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Anna Sagstetter | |
| location: 'Fort Wayne, IN' | |
| quote: >- | |
| This is a story about love, but not just any kind of love like how you | |
| love the feeling of trading in a pair of soggy, old socks for fresh | |
| ones, or the taste of salty French fries dipped in a chocolate | |
| milkshake, I’m talking about the other kind of love. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Allison Sloto | |
| location: 'Pottstown, PA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Their love had come upon her completely by surprise, thought Amelia—like | |
| when you’re looking into your rearview and side mirrors to decide | |
| whether it’s feasible to switch into the passing lane and you think | |
| you’re in the clear, but then you find yourself utterly sideswiped. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Randy Blanton | |
| location: 'Murfreesboro, TN' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was debatable what Felicity enjoyed most about the night— the | |
| delicious dinner, the marvelous movie, or the satisfying sex—but one | |
| thing was clear and that was that she hoped she wouldn’t be doing it | |
| alone again next time. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Alex Main | |
| location: 'Springboro, OH' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Well . . ." began the mother as she attempted to answer her daughter's | |
| question, amid fuzzy memories of a balmy night in Cuba, several empty | |
| bottles of pineapple rum lying around the bed she had shared with the | |
| Captain accompanied by the worst headache she could remember, "I | |
| wouldn't use the word ‘accident.’" | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Laura Ruth Loomis | |
| location: 'Pittsburg, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Camilla was a strong, confident woman who ran a Fortune 500 company and | |
| made her own yogurt, but what she really longed for was a control-freak | |
| guy who would tap her phone, lock her in her room, and force her to | |
| listen to Gilbert Gottfried singing the national anthem. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Scott Britton | |
| location: 'Boston, MA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Having eaten her fill of the town’s fils et filles, the French witch | |
| inspected her candy-encrusted house and decided she needed a grander | |
| lure to attract grander prey—perhaps she should build a homme depot. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Mark McGivern | |
| location: 'Albert Lea, MN' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As James King, detective in the Queens branch of the NYPD stared at the | |
| rooks pecking at the disheveled corpse of Bishop Robert Knight in the | |
| alley behind the pawn shop, he checked for his mates. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Matthew Pfeifer | |
| location: 'Beaman, IA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Old Man Dracula forgot to put his teeth in one night, and so had to come | |
| home hungry, with a sort of “nothing dentured, nothing veined” look on | |
| his face. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Owen Roberts | |
| location: 'Edina, MN' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Sherlock Holmes brusquely dismissed his companion’s theory that the | |
| victim had died from an allergic reaction to either seasoning or | |
| seafood, saying “Watson, although the problem is alimentary, it is | |
| neither the Thyme nor the Plaice.” | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Joel Phillips | |
| location: 'West Trenton, NJ' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Spurs a-jangling, Black Bert sauntered to the bar and cried "this town | |
| ain't big enough!"—then gulped a whisky, fingered his six-shooter, and | |
| belched—"so I say we annex Dry Gulch, thus increasing our tax base while | |
| simultaneously reducing fixed costs through economies of scale." | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Joseph Pramuk | |
| location: 'Napa, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| "Pecos Mac" McCarthy index-fingered back the brim of his battered | |
| Stetson, squatted at the edge of the waterhole, cupped a handful of | |
| brackish water, squinted out over the shimmering alkali flats of the | |
| Badlands, and decided then and there that he had prit' near had it with | |
| overwrought, hackneyed western imagery. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Randy Blanton | |
| location: 'Murfreesboro, TN' | |
| quote: >- | |
| He tried to drown out her pleas for help by holding her head under the | |
| water, but it just wasn’t working —her head continuing to bob out of the | |
| water like a plastic duck or anything else that’s plastic. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Jeff Coleburn | |
| location: 'West Chester, PA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Barnaby asked the counter girl for a pastrami sandwich on rye with | |
| heartbreak, onions, and ennui on it, wrapped to go in the soul of a | |
| sheep, to which she turned wearily and yelled, "Another number six!" | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Ted Downes | |
| location: 'Cardiff, Wales' | |
| quote: >- | |
| "You’re a dead man, O’ Flanagan,” said the mortuary supervisor to the | |
| corpse laid out before him, chuckling to himself at how comical that | |
| remark was, a sentiment not shared with the rest of the night shift who | |
| all secretly yearned for the day he retired, having heard the same joke | |
| on innumerable occasions with just the surname of the deceased changed. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Susie Gawriluk | |
| location: 'Presque Isle, WI' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was a dark and stormy night, and right there in front of me, she | |
| stood, dripping with rainwater beside the white chickens and the red | |
| wheelbarrow, her dress ripped and soggy. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Doc Martian | |
| location: 'Indio, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The perspiration left a gentle sheen on his forehead but this was to his | |
| disadvantage because it usually encouraged his McDonald's visor to | |
| bellyflop into the fry oil and the resultant siphoning, scouring, and | |
| replacement of the melted visor goo-fouled fryer oil could really throw | |
| off the lunch rush and once again set back his long-overdue corporate | |
| mcbump from shift supervisor to assistant manager. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Daniel Ryan | |
| location: 'New York City, NY' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It had been a quite a week for Marvin Sturgis; he’d finally accepted a | |
| six-figure salary at his dream company, Mattel, the American | |
| toy-manufacturer, and was now treating himself to a beautiful dinner, | |
| pouring imaginary tea into tiny toy teacups, talking aloud to the five | |
| life-size Barbie dolls he’d positioned around his kitchen table, and | |
| cursing the shipping company for its inability to transport all six | |
| figures at once. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Leigh Ward-Smith | |
| location: 'New Douglas, IL' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was a windy day, the kind where men’s greasy ballcaps blew off like | |
| so many meth cookers exploding on makeshift stoves, or so I’ve heard | |
| (but I don’t even drink alcohol, so what do I really know about it? | |
| though I have been known to let it all hang out and occasionally | |
| harrumph loudly at the stamp counter if someone breaks the queue). | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Clark Snodgrass | |
| location: 'Huntington Beach, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The assassin paired his weapon and victim like the master sommelier he | |
| had longed to be since growing up in the still, up-and-coming but not | |
| yet fully respected vineyards of the Columbia River Gorge, the | |
| afternoon’s choice a Glock 38 that bridged the gap between concealment | |
| and power providing the smooth finish and light retort appropriate to | |
| the crowded open air café, while this evening’s mark in the vacant | |
| industrial park meriting the full-bodied Magnum with its robust finish | |
| and exemplary cordite bouquet. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: William Telford | |
| location: UK | |
| quote: >- | |
| My mother died when I was nine, my father when I was twelve, which left | |
| me somewhat cold, and hardened and unable to love, though I was partial | |
| to Nando’s Portuguese style prawns. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Edward Vincent Tennant | |
| location: 'Edgemead, South Africa' | |
| quote: >- | |
| impossible and he couldn't take any more; so today all ten Rotweilers | |
| would be in for a feast and he hoped the forensic investigation wouldn't | |
| find any traces of DNA in the back yard. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Mal Walker | |
| location: 'Mount Barker, South Australia' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As the giant gorilla swept her up in his hand and started to climb the | |
| skyscraper a swarm of fighter biplanes roared overhead and although | |
| frightened out of her wits Marjory had a tremendous feeling of deja-vu. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Tom Wallace Columbia | |
| location: SC | |
| quote: >- | |
| "I'm nothing without you," Steele Harrison told Mavis Prescott, which | |
| was true on many levels, but primarily because he was her imaginary | |
| friend. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Jim Wollak | |
| location: 'San Francisco, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Beppe Rococo, owner of the largest open-air farmer’s market in North | |
| Africa, after lovingly filling the arms of the beautiful vegan Taffy, | |
| who hailed from a Barcelona bistro, with bunches of fresh kale and | |
| organic carrots, breathed in her ear, “Come with me to the quinoa.” | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Patrick Yamada | |
| location: 'Orange, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| His parents having just sent him from their Crown Heights neighborhood | |
| to keep him out of the Jewish gangs, Schmuley eyed his seemingly shy | |
| classmates on his new working-class elementary school playground in | |
| Cedar Rapids and considered taunting them, but he decided it best not | |
| yet to toy with the coy goy boy hoi polloi. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Doug Purdy | |
| location: 'Roseville, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Stephanie did not intend to become an animal coroner when she went to | |
| veterinary school, but the workload was manageable and, for cats, she | |
| usually just had to check the “curiosity” box under “cause of death.” | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Ray Clarke | |
| location: Concord CA | |
| quote: >- | |
| He was an old man who fished alone on a skiff in the Gulf Stream and he | |
| had gone eighty-four days now without taking a fish, but in the meantime | |
| had perfected his killer mojito and opened a beachside bar where patrons | |
| now stood three deep waiting to taste his magic at four U.S. bucks a | |
| pop. | |
| '2016': | |
| - category: Grand Prize | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: William (Barry) Brockett | |
| location: 'Tallahassee, FL' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Even from the hall, the overpowering stench told me the dingy caramel | |
| glow in his office would be from a ten-thousand-cigarette layer of | |
| nicotine baked on a naked bulb hanging from a frayed wire in the center | |
| of a likely cracked and water-stained ceiling, but I was broke, he was | |
| cheap, and I had to find her. | |
| - category: Grand Prize | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: David S. Nelson | |
| location: 'Falls Creek, VA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Her grandmother had mopped her brow with the same antique kerchief for | |
| twenty years whilst working in the barley fields, and now Anastasia was | |
| to wear it on her wedding night knotted into a baggy loose panty; while | |
| her lover Anatoly would wear his father's ancient gray and tattered | |
| undershorts tied around his neck to honor the old village custom of | |
| marital odor-blending. | |
| - category: Grand Panjandrum's Special Award | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Neil T Godden | |
| location: 'Nouméa, New Caledonia' | |
| quote: >- | |
| After his seventh shot of Jack Daniels, Billy reflected that only a | |
| certain kind of man, a Roman Catholic priest, born under the sign of | |
| Gemini, whose loved one had been run down by a bus full of inebriated | |
| Lazio supporters on a glorious Sunday morning in early April outside a | |
| provincial church whose bells were ringing Bach’s Tocatta and Fugue in B | |
| minor, would truly be able to understand the abyss of despair in which | |
| he was drowning. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Peter S. Bjorkman | |
| location: 'Rocklin, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Knowing well the hand signals of his platoon leader, Private James | |
| Dawson silently dropped to the dirt, concealed and motionless for what | |
| seemed an eternity, a move that he had learned, coincidentally, from his | |
| parents whenever the Watchtower ladies would ring the doorbell. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Stephen Lewis Davis | |
| location: 'Sacramento, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| “Penguins, damnable penguins,” Cooperman muttered bitterly, staring hard | |
| into the maelstrom of cheap gin and bargain-basement vermouth swirling | |
| hopelessly in the low ball glass he held in his pale, doughy hand, the | |
| shards of rapidly melting ice crystals cruelly reminding him of those | |
| endless winter nights in the Antarctic weather station, and of Kwakina, | |
| with her lithe, lubricious figure, and tuxedo-feathered form. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Alex Bosworth | |
| location: 'Ketchikan, AK' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The sea roiled like water in a pasta pot about to boil, an apt simile | |
| thought Captain Samuel Turner, because if they didn't fix their engine | |
| soon he and his crew would be floating face down like overcooked | |
| manicotti—bloated, white, limp and about to be consumed by something | |
| that wished it were eating ahi tuna instead. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: John Hardi | |
| location: 'Falls Church, VA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The life of a mountain man like Jedediah Buckman is a simple one, a | |
| campfire to warm the person as well as the soul, a full moon to | |
| illuminate the forest as well as the mind, and game to nourish the body | |
| as well as the spirit, though one wonders how he could stomach beaver | |
| without mint jelly and a bold, young pinot noir. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Andy Lundberg | |
| location: 'Los Angeles, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As Swordfish and the ever-loyal Ling Cod Boy surveyed the scene of | |
| rampant destruction spread out before them—swamped trawlers, shredded | |
| nets, the still-smoldering floating cannery—two things were crystal | |
| clear: Avenging Tuna was back, and Turner Bay needed some superheroes. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Phillip Davies | |
| location: 'Cardiff, Wales' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Captain Blackheart well knew the penalties for piracy, but out here in | |
| international waters there was no one to stop him, so he scanned the | |
| horizon with his brass telescope before heading below decks to check on | |
| his high speed DVD copying machines. | |
| - category: Children's Literature | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Anna McDougald | |
| location: 'Winnipeg, Canada' | |
| quote: >- | |
| When your home smells like a three-week-old buffalo carcass, your Mom is | |
| constantly being mistaken for a guy, and your sisters keep using your | |
| ears as their personal chew toys, life is no laughing matter—at least | |
| that's how it seemed to Hubert, the baby Hyena. | |
| - category: Children's Literature | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: David S Nelson | |
| location: 'Falls Church, VA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Tinkerbell the Fairy and Amy the Elf were BFFFs (best fairyland friends | |
| forever), and they loved having adventures in Big-People Land, like | |
| eating marshmallows for dinner, galloping fast on the backs of tiny | |
| lizards, and taking naps on the pillows of very important people like | |
| Judges, Mayors, and Millionaires. | |
| - category: Children's Literature | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Russ Wren | |
| location: 'Amsterdam, The Netherlands' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Little Billy Wonka spent his days running through the Gumdrop Forest, | |
| dashing through the greenery of Marzipan Valley, hopping along the banks | |
| of Honey River and racing to and fro between the Chocolate Factory to | |
| his Gingerbread Abode . . . which is not surprising considering his | |
| colossal daily sugar intake. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Charles Caldwell | |
| location: 'Leesville, LA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| She walked toward me with her high heels clacking like an out-of-balance | |
| ceiling fan set on low, smiling as though about to spit pus from a | |
| dental abscess, and I knew right away that she was going to leave me | |
| feeling like I had used a wood rasp to cure my hemorrhoids. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: William Lattanzio | |
| location: 'Boyertown, PA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| “We got a stiff on the sidewalk all bled out; a stiff on a tugboat tied | |
| up with enough cement to build the Hoover Dam; Louie Miller empties out | |
| his bank account and falls off the face of the planet; Jenny Diver, | |
| Sukey Tawdry, Lotte Lenya, and Lucy Brown all get death threats . . . I | |
| got no goddamned proof, but five’ll get ya ten that Macky’s back in | |
| town.” | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Jacob Smith | |
| location: 'Dallas, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Detective Hammer Logan III woke with a start, images of the bizarre | |
| bayou murder still fresh in his mind’s eye—a dame in trouble, body | |
| covered with bloody toothprints and saliva—but as sleep lifted, the | |
| grizzled detective remembered that he was a dog and the dame a coyote, | |
| so he spun on the bed three times and slept the rest of the day. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Andrew Caruso | |
| location: 'Akron, OH' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As he gazed at Ming's lifeless body draped over the sushi bar, | |
| chopsticks protruding from his back, Det. Herc Lue Perrot came to the | |
| sobering realization that tonight, there had been a murder at the Orient | |
| Express. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Ted Downes | |
| location: 'Cardiff, Wales' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was almost teatime, late June, with no likelihood of rain any time | |
| soon and I was wearing my olive-green anorak, Snoopy Dog T-shirt, beige | |
| slacks and navy blue sneakers, odd socks with holes in them, hadn't | |
| shaved, had a stinking hangover and felt like crap; I was everything a | |
| penniless down and out ought to be—I was calling on the Salvation Army | |
| for soup. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Mark Schweizer | |
| location: Tryon NC | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was a dark and stormy night: the wind whistled like an old man with | |
| drugstore teeth trying to teach his grandkids to say, "She sells sea | |
| shells by the sea shore," causing the little shavers to wonder why | |
| Peepaw was suddenly talking like Daffy Duck, whether he'd just had a | |
| stroke, and if any of them was in the will. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Peter Seakat | |
| location: 'Rochester, NY' | |
| quote: >- | |
| "It was either a dark or a stormy night, depending, of course, on if one | |
| was comparing globally or locally, as the midnight sun would be | |
| considered quite bright to the rest of the world, and by Alaskan | |
| standards, the negative fifty-degree wind chill would be considered | |
| balmy," thought Janet as she wrestled yet another sled dog out of the | |
| alien's tractor beam. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Shea Charkowsky | |
| location: 'Santa Clara, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Sufficiently numerous airborne water droplets struck various grounded | |
| objects at appreciable velocities, illuminated by ambient light from a | |
| sub-horizon sun such that fewer photons were absorbed by the retina of | |
| our protagonist’s eyes within a given interval of time than the number | |
| at which he would struggle to decide whether the amount of light he | |
| perceives should be considered “bright” or “dark”; in other words, it | |
| was a dark and stormy night. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Barbara L. Pawley | |
| location: 'Los Angeles, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was a dark and stormy night, and that translated into unchecked | |
| pandemonium among Los Angeles residents who hadn’t worn anything but | |
| open-toed shoes for five years, but tourist Alwyn Brewster was thankful | |
| for the scant traffic on Sunset Boulevard as he desperately accelerated | |
| his rental car through the tony neighborhoods, too preoccupied with the | |
| raging rivers of high-end, plastic patio-ware, which were making a break | |
| for the ocean, to notice the black Land Rover with diplomatic plates hot | |
| on his trail. | |
| - category: Fantasy | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Domingo Pestano | |
| location: 'Caracas, Venezuela' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The handsome man bent down to kiss the pale lips of the catatonic maid | |
| just as the first small bubble appeared in the corner of her mouth, | |
| followed, in slow motion, by a stream of popping translucent spheres, | |
| and Prince Jarris, heir to the throne of the Kingdom of the | |
| Seven-and-a-Half Mountains straightened up, climbed upon his horse and | |
| rode away to search for another sleeping beauty. | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Michael D Hill | |
| location: 'Burton, Dorset, England' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was the worst of times, although I suppose if I were really pressed I | |
| could come up with a time in history even worse than the French | |
| Revolution, such as the Black Death, to name but one, but on the other | |
| hand it has to be said that it was also the best of times, particularly | |
| for those of us that were rich and living in England rather than France. | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Leslie Craven | |
| location: 'Wellington, New Zealand' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Lieutenant-Commander Keith ‘Rusty’ Brooke-Hamilton of the Royal Navy, | |
| serving on Her Majesty’s ship Refulgent (48 guns), which had sailed from | |
| Portsmouth early on a Tuesday morning with but a few light, high clouds | |
| and a fine, brisk sou-westerly wind blowing across the mouth of the | |
| Solent, was terribly fond of bananas. | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Gwen Dallas | |
| location: 'Austin, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| On March 5, 1836, Lieutenant Colonel William Travis stood before his | |
| rag-tag revolutionary army, unsheathed his sword, and drew a line in the | |
| sand, followed by a smiley face, some crude stick-figure men, and a few | |
| choice words about Mexicans that the State Board of Education has deemed | |
| unfit for publication in this 7th Grade Texas History Textbook. | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: John Holmes | |
| location: 'St. Petersburg, FL' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Eleanor had doubts, as well she should have had, and in truth no one | |
| knew the repercussions which might result, yet she felt proud in her way | |
| to have been selected to be the first person ever to turn on an | |
| "electric light" switch, the woman who would be celebrated forever in | |
| history, or fried, which in fact she was, though the inventors combined | |
| to hush it up. | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Joshua Long | |
| location: 'Harrison, OH' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Trevor didn’t care what they thought—yes, they would sigh and roll their | |
| eyes at him as they always did, and yes, they were in a bad way, on | |
| their way to have their heads separated from their necks by Mme. La | |
| Guillotine—but dang it, it did put him in mind of that one really snappy | |
| tune from “Les Miserables,” and so, with a song rising up in his heart, | |
| he stood up in that filthy French cart and began to sing. | |
| - category: Horror | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Domingo Pestano | |
| location: 'Caracas, Venezuela' | |
| quote: >- | |
| A cold wind arose from the moss-covered tomb with a haunting asthmatic | |
| whistle and horned its way around the ornate marble monuments, | |
| increasing speed and raising its menacing sound as it set course towards | |
| five-year-old Samantha Wainberry, who forgot to wear a sweater. | |
| - category: Horror | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: David Meech | |
| location: 'Auckland, New Zealand' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As the shambling throng of zombies edged closer Leopold raised his | |
| quivering axe to shoulder height, pausing only to consider that the | |
| phrase 'living dead' is contradictory; that staggering about implied a | |
| fully functioning nervous system supplemented by an intake of oxygen; | |
| and that if they were really dead, then why persist in stumbling about | |
| in this vastly paradoxical manner? | |
| - category: Horror | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Heather Fougere | |
| location: 'Center Conway, NH' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The girl screamed, the wind rustled, something moved in the night closer | |
| and closer; the moon hung heavily over the night, white as a pearl, | |
| blood dripped from Vlad's mouth, the girl’s pale body hung in his hands, | |
| sparkling in the moonlight—he was a vampire, after all. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Rachel Nirenberg | |
| location: 'Toronto, Canada' | |
| quote: >- | |
| She was like my ex-girlfriend Ashley, who'd stolen my car, broken my | |
| heart, murdered my father, robbed a bank, and set off a pipe bomb in | |
| Central Park—tall. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Thomas Frohlich | |
| location: 'Miami, FL' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As its newly-incentivized next-gen thought leader, Li-Kwan Patel saw the | |
| handwriting on the wall: there was no kicking the can down the road | |
| because the paradigm shift at Synergex, Inc. necessitated him to hit the | |
| ground running, avoid low-hanging fruit like the plague, and strategize | |
| scalable core competencies to close the loop on feedback redundancy, for | |
| at the end of the day it all boiled down to boldly going where none had | |
| gone before. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: David Franks | |
| location: 'Greenland, AR' | |
| quote: >- | |
| When Glenn left the house, the sky was a satin Spinnaker Blue with White | |
| Feather clouds, the still-moist lawn and street were glossy Sunlit Glade | |
| and Bastion Grey, and, contemplating the to-do list jotted on Ivory | |
| Cream notepaper as he started the Sundance Yellow hatchback, Glenn knew | |
| he would go flat Condition Red berserk if his wife didn't hurry up and | |
| select a color for the dining room. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Dorothy Harbeck | |
| location: 'Fair Haven, NJ' | |
| quote: >- | |
| When Margie told me we were going to rob the jewelry store instead of | |
| going for a pedicures, my mind bent under the weight of it all like a | |
| cheap paper plate at a family barbecue when it is filled with all the | |
| wet heavy stuff like baked beans and sauerkraut. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Anna McDougald | |
| location: 'Winnipeg, Canada' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As Night fell with the finality of a Sycamore toppled in a windstorm, | |
| the neon-clogged Arteries of the great Metropolis came alive with the | |
| banshee shriek of asphalt-tortured tires, the ululation of yammering | |
| sirens, and the bellow of brazen-lunged air horns, Predator Calls of the | |
| insomnolent Urban Jungle. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: April Olion | |
| location: 'Gainesville, FL' | |
| quote: >- | |
| She was uncertain how or when it had happened, but over the years her | |
| svelte figure-8 frame had gone lopsided and become a wretched parody of | |
| the symmetrical numeral—indeed, the bottom oval was as lumpy and | |
| pear-shaped as the carelessly-thrown-aside velour sack of the average | |
| mall Santa. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Marlon McAvoy | |
| location: 'Oakridge, TN' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The jar was oozing, and the ooze was jarring: a dank fetid oleaginous | |
| slime that slapped and slithered across the bourgeoisie marble | |
| countertop like loathsome Gerber's Lovecraftian puree. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Lisa Liscoumb | |
| location: 'Oshawa, Canada' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As she reclined, naked, on the chaise longue, Constance's breasts looked | |
| like two mounds of creamy coleslaw served up on a fine porcelain | |
| plate—but the good kind of coleslaw, not the violent, neon-green stuff | |
| you get at KFC. | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: L.A. Jackson | |
| location: 'Apex, NC' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Upon hearing he was to appear immediately before the Seturia Nebula's | |
| Supreme Council, where, in high ceremony, he would be unclothed, bathed | |
| in the sacred Waters of Torg Jas, and presented the uniform of a Qadon | |
| Shuu Guardian as reward for his courageous defense of the TH-174 Diijoss | |
| Collective against Gnar-al troops from the Xinon-Thur Horde, space | |
| adventurer Sunspot Carson could only think, "I picked a helluva | |
| Baldorian day to wear ladies panties." | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Phillip Davies | |
| location: 'Cardiff, Wales' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Following my successful career as chief medical officer of the Horus 7 | |
| on its extended mission to explore the Galaxy, I returned to Earth—what | |
| follows chronicles the first seven years of the orthodontics practice I | |
| opened in Michigan. | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Louise Grieco | |
| location: 'Albany, NY' | |
| quote: >- | |
| “I’m going to be late for work again,” Xyzyx muttered to the Galactic | |
| Positioning System on the dashboard of his shuttlecraft, as traffic | |
| slowed to a crawl in the fuliginous murk of Wormhole Alpha Beta Supra. | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: David S Nelson | |
| location: 'Falls Church, VA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The Halkan prediction of galactic revolt did indeed come true when Han | |
| Solo seized the throne of Gandolf, was overthrown by Captain Jim Kirk, | |
| all the Wookies were slaughtered by a ragtag band of renegade Hobbits, | |
| Tribbles were ground up and made the sixth flavor of Skittles, and | |
| Saurian brandy was sold as a premixed chocolate-flavored cocktail by the | |
| Martian partners of Nestle. | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Justin Goudey | |
| location: 'Newton, NJ' | |
| quote: >- | |
| “Science fiction is the lowest of all possible literary genres,” said | |
| ICE-500 into the hover-mic, as he slowly rolled past the vast hordes of | |
| mutant alien book critics. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Marie Gaither | |
| location: 'Asheville, NC' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Osgood knew he wasn’t popular, well-liked, or even very good looking, | |
| and could suck the life out of a room like a fat kid sucking the filling | |
| out of a Twinkie, but surely a date with the beautiful blonde in the | |
| corner wasn’t out of the question, he thought as he licked the cream | |
| from his fingers. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Heather Armstrong | |
| location: 'Williamsburg, VA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| She wanted—no—she needed Robert, oh, what she would give if he knew that | |
| he was the first thing on her mind at the start of each day, if he knew | |
| that she yearned, yearned to be happily by his side at the spring dance, | |
| yes, she needed Robert—unless Brian dumped that bleach blond snob Leah | |
| in time, in which case she'd need Brian. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: L.A. Jackson | |
| location: 'Apex, NC' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Watching Emily sleep in exhausted, naked bliss while bathed by the soft | |
| shower of lucid moonlight that titillatingly teased glimpses of her | |
| supple features he had come to know, Sebastian tried to remember the | |
| last time he had seen a woman's body so beautiful, but after the | |
| collision of his '02 Pontiac Aztek with a Bug-X exterminator truck on | |
| East Hermosa Vista Drive in Mesa, Arizona, two months ago left him with | |
| long-term memory loss, he couldn't. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Randy Denker | |
| location: 'Tallahassee, FL' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Francine was intrigued by the idea of a threesome with a unicyle-riding | |
| circus clown, a zither-playing contortionist, and a milkman because she | |
| didn’t know that the latter still even existed. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Henry Biggs | |
| location: 'Sydney, Australia' | |
| quote: >- | |
| “See, Horse,” said Detective Sam Ohn, “the sting Ray pulled off has you | |
| dab in the place with a barb in your hand and the piano tuner filleted | |
| on the floor so don’t you carp on all coy like thinking to leave us to | |
| flounder in the dark; mull it over or you’ll be frying on a 20,000 volt | |
| perch and may God have mercy on your soul.” | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Peter S. Bjorkman | |
| location: 'Rocklin, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The evidence at Evan’s Seaside Bird Sanctuary was mounting: the | |
| scattered precocial plumage, the tidal pond encircling a quartet of | |
| lifeless birds, the brine-soaked ascot, the cane —could it be that | |
| Maurice Chevalier sank Evan’s four little gulls? | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Gwen Dallas | |
| location: 'Austin, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Patrice—the most-feared henchman of the global terrorist mastermind Ivan | |
| Terrible—staggered back to his car, wiped the dead cocktail waiter's | |
| blood from his hands, picked up his smartphone, and texted a terse | |
| status update to his employer's personal assistant: "Tell IT that our | |
| server is down." | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Robert Greer | |
| location: 'Queen Creek, AZ' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Legendary U of Arizona basketball coach Lute Olsen needed someone to | |
| take the charge, someone who was willing to be mercilessly flattened, | |
| someone to sacrifice his body for the team, and that someone stood up at | |
| the end of the bench and announced, “Lute, I am your fodder.” | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Kimberly Baer | |
| location: 'Woodbridge, VA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As the new babysitter, Lindsey quickly learned that in the Hesterburg | |
| family, "tow-headed" referred to Billy Jr.'s penchant for dragging his | |
| little sister around by the hair. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Kimberly Baer | |
| location: 'Woodbridge, VA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| "Nurse, I need more blankets, and my water pitcher is empty, and also my | |
| bedside lamp isn't working," Tom said coldly, dryly, and darkly, yet at | |
| the same time patiently. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Kathryn El-Assal | |
| location: 'Middleton, WI' | |
| quote: >- | |
| A murder of crows, ravenous with hunger, alighted on the skeletal limbs | |
| of a desiccated oak tree, their cacophonous scolding admonishing the | |
| solitary figure, cloaked in black, who had entered the gloomy graveyard | |
| to pay tribute to Poe’s tombstone, just as a tintinnabulation of church | |
| bells began chiming a counterpoint to the avians’ caws-stick chorus. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Glenn Neel | |
| location: 'Maitland, FL' | |
| quote: >- | |
| I could've waited, he could've waited, but we didn't and now the entire | |
| town of Sop-Bottom, Mizzou (pop. 894, in the heart of the heartland, | |
| widely considered the tuning fork capital of the world), would pay for | |
| our unspeakable act of passion there on the statue of town founder, | |
| staff sergeant Ebenezer Winthrop Sop-Bottom, the unsung hero of the | |
| Great Bethel Skirmish. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: James Pokines | |
| location: 'Boston, MA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| “Hey, ho! they make the beast with two backs,” Captain Jean Chartraine | |
| shouted lustily over the din of the rollicking seaside inn, The Wayward | |
| Mariner but all I could think, preoccupied with the cargo manifest, | |
| dueling pistol, and tankard of ale before me, was why anyone would want | |
| to be a Bactrian camel. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Tim Petteys | |
| location: 'Malden on Hudson, NY' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Quiet mornings, long lazy afternoons, and spectacular sunsets were de | |
| rigueur for Elbert and Ethel Salipit since their early retirement and | |
| internment at the Happy Valley Cemetery for Eternal Rest and Relaxation. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Jonathan Nathan | |
| location: 'New York, NY' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The chrysanthemum Sarah had received from Edmund was exquisite, no | |
| doubt, but she had other things on her mind the moment that our story | |
| begins, like how Edmund had got out of his cage and how a hedgehog could | |
| have pulled up a chrysanthemum with his teeth. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Bradlee R. Frazer | |
| location: 'Boise, ID' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Petulantly, William dunked his socks into the basin and scrubbed | |
| futilely to remove the last vestiges of succotash that clung there, and | |
| absentmindedly slipped into a reverie—not quite a fugue state—in which | |
| he thought of Saturday morning cartoons and pondered the nature of | |
| sufferin' as part of the human condition and whether Nietzsche was | |
| correct, but his reverie was interrupted by Mabel's clarion bellow from | |
| the other room, "Springer's on!" | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Julie Crowley | |
| location: 'Ballyphilibeen, Ireland' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Little Jenny would stop at nothing in her ambition to become an | |
| astronaut—that way she wouldn't end up as an unfulfilled cashier married | |
| to a dweeb like Colin Snodgrass, with a sizeable mortgage and four lazy | |
| kids who couldn't even be bothered to pick up a book like this, never | |
| mind become astronauts. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Michael Moon | |
| location: 'Mountain View, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| When the storage tanks backed up and the extraction mechanisms proved | |
| non-functional, with pressure rising rapidly and a critical failure | |
| imminent, Harve was compelled to take emergency action: an immediate, | |
| explosive evacuation of the American Bottoms Regional Wastewater | |
| Treatment Facility in Sauget, IL. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Raluca Murg | |
| location: 'Paris, France' | |
| quote: >- | |
| 'Oh Mon Dieu, she thought to herself while searching for that Fatboy | |
| Slim song she liked, I know this is Paris and I should be making heaven | |
| of what I have, right here, right now, but eating this stupid baguette | |
| for breakfast every morning is a gum-hurting, head-aching, and | |
| anything-but-satisfying process.' | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Steve Lynch | |
| location: 'Oro Valley, AZ' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Just after dawn on the morning of the last day of his life, Anthony | |
| Scanzio looked out his window and again saw the two men parked down the | |
| street in a Gloss Black 2016 Chrysler 300C, and coincidentally you can | |
| buy one just like it from the author's uncle at Lyndhurst Chrysler and | |
| get a great deal, ask for Eddie! | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: David Bailey | |
| location: 'Tillamook, OR' | |
| quote: >- | |
| At the bottom of a steep path, beneath the trunk of a slumping oak, I | |
| lowered myself into a hole, descended a staircase and crawled to the | |
| bottom of a tunnel that led to a dangling rope that dropped me into a | |
| shoot from which I slid into an elevator lobby where I pushed the button | |
| marked “Down.” | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Rob Rachlin | |
| location: 'Greensboro, NC' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As the first shovelful of earth fell on her father’s coffin, Emily | |
| kneeled at the graveside sobbing, overwrought by the sudden realization | |
| that, not only had she lost her only living relative, but she had | |
| somehow forgotten to set her DVR to record this week’s episode of “House | |
| of Cards,” an episode she had particularly wanted to see because of a | |
| rumored and breathlessly anticipated guest appearance by a nephew of Don | |
| Ho. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: James Siragusa | |
| location: 'Lewiston, ME' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Every where he went, in his mind, 24/7, he thought of nothing but her: | |
| her silky white dress, her robin’s egg blue eyes, her flavescent locks, | |
| her wildflower scent, her mellifluous voice, her velvety flesh, and her | |
| buxom sister. | |
| '2017': | |
| - category: Grand Prize | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Kat Russo | |
| location: 'Loveland, CO' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The elven city of Losstii faced towering sea cliffs and abutted rolling | |
| hills that in the summer were covered with blankets of flowers and in | |
| the winter were covered with blankets, because the elves wanted to keep | |
| the flowers warm and didn't know much at all about gardening. | |
| - category: Grand Prize | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Tony Buccella. Allegany | |
| location: NY | |
| quote: >- | |
| Although in the rusty tackle-box of his mind he yearned to be a #3 | |
| buck-tail spinner, Bob knew deep down he must accept his cruel fate as a | |
| bottom bouncer rig, forever destined to scrape the muddy bottom of the | |
| river of life. | |
| - category: Grand Panjandrum's Special Award | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: John Holmes | |
| location: 'St. Petersburg, FL' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Francisco Franco's wife, seen smiling in all those photos with the same | |
| big hat on, was actually the brains behind the dictatorship, the | |
| concentration camps, torture, the brutal suppression, and so forth, but | |
| she was a shy lady, except when she dressed up in the binding closet for | |
| Franco, who listened a-quiver to hear what a very bad boy he'd been. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: G. Andrew Lundberg | |
| location: 'Los Angeles, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The familiar cleaning ritual now complete, Lieutenant (Junior Grade) | |
| Christopher P. “Hondo” Holdsworth carefully reassembled his Brűgger & | |
| Thomet APR308 7.62x51mm sniper rifle, mounting the matte-black Leupold 8 | |
| 3.5-25x56mm optic with the splined 5mm Allen wrench that ensured it | |
| would stay put and retracting the Harris S-BRM 6-9 Notched Bipod, the | |
| way a character in a Tom Clancy novel would. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Jason Chandler | |
| location: 'Saratoga Springs, UT' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As Lewiston Creol plummeted down the sheer icy cliff he pondered on the | |
| word plummet, which quickly lost its meaning if you said it too much | |
| (plummet plummet plummet), but his pondering was interrupted by the | |
| surface of the water, at which point he ceased to plummet and began to | |
| plunge. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Anna McDougal | |
| location: 'Winnepeg, Canada' | |
| quote: >- | |
| There'd been six of us at the outset, but after Smythe took a poisoned | |
| dart to the chest, Buddlestone fell from the top of a cliff, Stevens and | |
| Mayhew were swallowed by quicksand, and Tait-Harris was eaten by ants, | |
| only I remained to bring you our amazing tale. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Lewis Gurran | |
| location: 'Wrexham, Wales' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Mack Bolan levelled his customised M-16 assault rifle and used the | |
| underslung launcher to fire an enraged salmon at the nearest Mexican | |
| kamikaze unicyclist, or whatever—let’s face it, it’s book #947 and | |
| you’re probably not paying close attention by this point. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Dennis Doty | |
| location: 'Corbin, KY' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Our protagonist, whom we shall properly introduce in due course, Dear | |
| Reader, leaned far into the maelstrom, his body horribly assailed by | |
| wind and rain, as was his mind by his predicament (more of which anon), | |
| but suffice it to understand, that the current tempest was of such | |
| catastrophic proportion as to place it beyond the ken of the most | |
| ancient denizens. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Mike Christensen | |
| location: 'Washington, DC' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As he lay dying on the smoke-wreathed battlefield, General Winthrop | |
| finally realized the terrible toll the war had taken, and he wondered if | |
| the bloodshed had all been for naught as he exhaled his last breath in a | |
| sort of "meoooooh," actually very similar to the sound his cat Mister | |
| Jingles made when he wanted some food or was doing that thing with the | |
| drapes. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Anna MacDougald | |
| location: 'Winnepeg, Canada' | |
| quote: >- | |
| On the third day the M'hree charged out of the xota'ani, the shrill | |
| fluting of wattambos and the clatter of ingpas on khotzi-hide vamscaps | |
| leading me to curse this primitive planet, the shuttle crew that had | |
| marooned me, and the skinflint Publisher who didn't believe in | |
| Glossaries. | |
| - category: Children's Literature | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Jacob Smith | |
| location: 'Dallas, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Our tale begins in the Arctic, a boy and his dog riding out the blizzard | |
| in a windswept cabin, hackles rising as they face down the fearsome bear | |
| clawing at the door, courage their spear, fierce loyalty their shield; | |
| yes, this is the tale of Hazku, proud chieftain of the northern bears, | |
| who makes quick work of these two and spends a pleasant afternoon | |
| napping in the cabin. | |
| - category: Children's Literature | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: James Altman | |
| location: 'Las Vegas, NV' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The strange sounds, and unpleasant smells, emanating from outside made | |
| him yearn to stay, but he knew he must leave home, make his elders | |
| proud, and set a good example for his younger siblings; so with one last | |
| determined push, Scotchy the tapeworm emerged into the wider world. | |
| - category: Children's Literature | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Douglas A. Bass | |
| location: 'Farmington, NY' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The choreography was perfect, the lyrics whimsical, leading me to | |
| believe that this trip down the Yellow Brick Road was planned from the | |
| start, and if that is true, the death by house of the Witch of the East | |
| was no accident. | |
| - category: Children's Literature | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Paul Sutcliffe | |
| location: 'Pittsburgh, PA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| In the predawn mist nothing was quite so satisfying as dawdling across | |
| someone else’s morning paper, so thought Sally B. Slug on her early | |
| morning glide. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Doug Self | |
| location: 'Brunswick, ME' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Detective Sam Steel stood at the crime scene staring puzzled at the | |
| chalk outline of Ms. Mulgrave's body which was really just a stick | |
| figure with a dress, curly hair, boobs, and a smiley face because the | |
| police chalk guy had the day off. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Steve Lynch | |
| location: 'Tucson, AZ' | |
| quote: >- | |
| She walked into my office and brayed, “I want you to put a tail on my | |
| husband.” | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Doug Purdy | |
| location: 'Roseville, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The warehouse was completely empty except for the mutilated corpse | |
| wearing a tuxedo covered with bloodstains, and a Mortimer Snerd dummy | |
| lying nearby on the floor, and Detective McIntosh knew Snerd wouldn’t | |
| talk. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Maureen Donohue | |
| location: 'Paso Robles, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| “Not cucumber sandwiches again,” Earl “The Embezzler” DeWitt’s thoughts | |
| turned dark as he trudged through the chow line at Hummingbird State | |
| Correctional Institute, lamenting his culinary fate for the thousandth | |
| time and dreaming of the greasy sloppy joe he might be enjoying instead, | |
| if he’d only committed a manly felony, like murder, and ended up at | |
| Riker’s instead of this ersatz country club for white-collar wimps. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Mark Schweizer | |
| location: 'Tryon, NC' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The church was deathly quiet: suddenly a shot rang out, a woman | |
| screamed, and somewhere in the back, a baby cried because that baby | |
| hadn't been taken to the nursery, even though the sign on the door | |
| clearly states that babies should be taken to the nursery. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Pam Tallman | |
| location: 'Huntington Beach, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As hard-boiled detective Max Baxter ate his soft-boiled egg, he thought | |
| about the gorgeous dame he'd found last night lying in a pool of her own | |
| blood—it being inconvenient to lie in a pool of someone else's blood—and | |
| wondered how she liked her eggs. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Doug Purdy | |
| location: 'Roseville, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Detective Robertson knew he had Joyce Winters dead to rights for the | |
| murder—at the crime scene he had found Winters’ fingerprints, shell | |
| casings matching the gun registered to her, and, most damning of all, a | |
| Starbucks cup with the name “Josie” scrawled on it. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Ted Downes | |
| location: 'Cardiff, Wales' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Nobody messed with Rocky “The Anvil' Roselli, the toughest, badass mob | |
| enforcer that ever walked the mean streets of downtown LA, but for some | |
| time now he had been considering an alternative career in interior | |
| design, a secret kept well hidden from his felonious contemporaries; | |
| like a strawberry jam sandwich lying buried at the bottom of a sack of | |
| brussels sprouts. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Beth Armogida | |
| location: 'Sierra Madre, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| “It’s a classic,” she muttered, as she flicked the hair from the old fur | |
| coat purchased from eBay for sixty-eight dollars plus overnight shipping | |
| for the purpose of this very moment when she stuck out her hip, pulled | |
| the trigger, and shot him in that stupid face of his. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Samantha Bates | |
| location: 'Columbia, TN' | |
| quote: >- | |
| So many questions raced through the heiress's mind: Who had killed the | |
| maid and which guests were lying to her and who the hell was going to | |
| clean up all this goddamned blood because it sure as hell wasn't going | |
| to be her, she could tell you that much. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Peter S. Bjorkman | |
| location: 'Rocklin, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The horizontal array of rectangular golden sunshafts that filtered | |
| through my shutters was interrupted by a statuesque silhouette appearing | |
| at my office door, her widow’s pillbox with netted veil only slightly | |
| obscuring her opalescent eyes, her alabaster décolletage accented by a | |
| sizeable amethyst pendant, and a silky floor-length ebony gown that | |
| revealed a muffin-top that clearly lacked of any kind of abdominal | |
| exercise regimen. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Rich Zaleski | |
| location: 'Stevenson, CT' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Captain Duke Ellsworth of the Poughkeepsie Police Department wondered, | |
| as he stood in the brightly lit room and stared at the gun lying on the | |
| floor, if its barrel were still warm, and what his wife was making for | |
| dinner that evening, which he would no doubt have to eat cold when he | |
| finally finished up here, especially if he paid his mistress in Fishkill | |
| a visit on the way home. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Gregory Payne Norwalk | |
| location: CT | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was a dark and stormy night, the wind at the windows demanded | |
| admittance, the rain beat upon the towers as if it would topple them, | |
| and the very starry ceiling seemed as if it would collapse upon us from | |
| the sheer weight of the gloom; while from behind the bedchamber doors as | |
| well came frightful shrieks, but since my mother was in there with her | |
| boyfriend, I didn’t want to interrupt them just then. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Gregory Payne | |
| location: 'Norwalk, CT' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was a dark and stormy apocalypse, as zombie eruptions went, and now | |
| Misty Backbone found herself leading a confused band of survivors in a | |
| quest to reach humanity’s last bastion of intelligent thought, located | |
| in a pale mansion set back discreetly from Pennsylvania Avenue. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Michael J Henderson | |
| location: 'Chaska, MN' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was a dark and stormy night; yet not a single cloud floated in the | |
| moonless sky—a velvety canvas painted with stars twinkling like the | |
| rhinestones on a Vegas showman's ill-fitting trousers— for the storm | |
| that raged was a thousand miles overhead where solar winds roared with | |
| unimaginable power for Old Sol had belched plasma in a fit of | |
| heliomagnetic fury sufficient to encircle Earth's poles in ghostly | |
| dancing light. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Martin Barrett | |
| location: 'Arrowtown, New Zealand' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Regrettably it was neither a dark nor stormy night, and as Jennifer | |
| Perkins tried to bury her husband's bleeding body she was only too aware | |
| that the full moon and listless night air was making her clandestine | |
| movements very visible from both the A303 highway and the chicken farm | |
| less than 200m away. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Alexandra Hess | |
| location: 'Lebanon, NH' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was a dark and stormy night, the gray moon bouncing beams off of the | |
| clockfaces, making them look aged and weathered— and down on the street | |
| a one young Winston S. Havilshropkington IV took note of this ironical | |
| occurrence, making a note in his faded moleskine journal, the same one | |
| he had taken care to spill tea onto for the proper aesthetic. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Rami Jackson | |
| location: 'West Orange, NJ' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was a dark and stormy night and because of this nothing interesting | |
| will happen until the next page when the weather permits human | |
| interaction. | |
| - category: Fantasy | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Dan White | |
| location: 'Clarendon Hills, IL' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Replacing the Human Torch’s fireproof colostomy bag, teaching Iron Man | |
| how to use the TV remote, listening to Iceman complain that it’s too | |
| cold, searching in vain for the Invisible Woman after she’s wandered | |
| away yet again—life isn’t comical as a Marvel Universe hospice nurse. | |
| - category: Fantasy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: John E. Robinson | |
| location: 'Saint Paul, MN' | |
| quote: >- | |
| "Release the Netherhounds," sneezed the Dark Commander of Castle | |
| Direkill, though there were no interlopers but his allergy to dogs (and | |
| cats, though this is not a story about cats, but about dogs that take | |
| care of intruders) was intolerable, and it was expected he would have | |
| Netherhounds, being a Dark Commander and all. | |
| - category: Fantasy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Ann Wood | |
| location: 'Corrales, NM' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Vadblad the Bad had known for centuries that impaling his victims before | |
| draining their blood was extremely wasteful but somehow he could not | |
| stop himself reaching for his spear as he rose from his coffin; bad | |
| habits never die. | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Lewis Gurran | |
| location: 'Wrexham, Wales' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was said among the Khalid of the western deserts that a woman should | |
| be a hyena in the kitchen, a giraffe in the garden, and a pelican in the | |
| bathroom, although nobody now knew what this was supposed to mean. | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Kevin M. Kinzer | |
| location: 'Spokane, WA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Pharaoh Ramesses II hadn’t blown his nose in such a long time that when | |
| it was finally done for him, what came out was a long string of crusty | |
| carbon-colored mucus that could be dated, and so it was, back to the | |
| time of Moses, which was evident by the locust that popped out at the | |
| end. | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Jonathan Paul Wingard | |
| location: 'Wivenhoe, England' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Somewhere across a rolling sea of grass was the Khanate, although those | |
| who lived there wouldn't say they lived in “the Khanate,” since the | |
| distances of the grassland defied classifications, and the people who | |
| lived and traveled across it like ants on a slightly rumpled tablecloth | |
| called themselves whatever they wanted, taking refuge in the valley's | |
| folds so that if the Khan wanted anything of his people, he had to find | |
| them first. | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Gary Pomeroy | |
| location: 'St. Louis, MO' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Major Thomas Von Steele, WW I flying ace and teen heart throb leaned | |
| into his control stick and dove past his rival, Capitain Pierre Longue, | |
| grateful for his twin synchronized Vickers, which in this case were not | |
| the machine guns pulsing through his twirling propeller like a | |
| Cuisinart, but Sasha and Susan Vickers, with whom he had a date later | |
| behind the Officer’s Club. | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Myra Vanderpool Gormley | |
| location: 'University Place, WA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Eleanor often thought when recalling the first Thanksgiving that it | |
| would all be so different today if that naked Indian, Squanto, and his | |
| friends had not showed up with a pigskin and talked the Pilgrim men into | |
| playing that silly game—before the women even had a chance to clear the | |
| tables and wash the dishes. | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: William C. Cooksey | |
| location: 'Covington, LA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| "This town ain't big enough for the two of us," Princip stated as he | |
| drew the FN Model 1910 from his pocket and emptied two shots into | |
| Archduke Franz and Duchess Sophie, unwittingly instigating the First | |
| World War. | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Herbert Krimmel | |
| location: 'Los Angeles, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| “Punishing you hurts us more than it does you,” said Mr. and Mrs. Borden | |
| who were scolding Lizzie for not taking proper care of her gardening | |
| tools (she had again left the lovely new axe she had gotten for her | |
| birthday outside on a dark and stormy night), and Lizzie thought: “Yes . | |
| . . yes, I think it probably shall.” | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Amelia Mellor | |
| location: 'Melbourne, Australia' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Deep in the wild forests of Matracha, atop a mountain made entirely of | |
| crystal, lies a glade where rare birds frolic, and the trees bear | |
| delectable fruit and wondrous flowers all year round . . . it has | |
| nothing to do with the rest of this story, but, hey, pretty cool, huh? | |
| - category: Horror | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Michael Newton | |
| location: 'Vancouver, WA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| I looked up at her breathless “hello,” and knew I could never unsee her | |
| Bride of Frankenstein makeup, or the way she filled her clothes; which | |
| must have looked good form-fitting a younger, svelter her, but now | |
| resembled a sausage skin strained to its limits by a failure of the | |
| emergency stop on the filling machine; perhaps a developing grub, whose | |
| skin failed to molt, or a Michelin Woman, as imagined by Salvador Dali | |
| on acid. | |
| - category: Horror | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Michael Leshnower | |
| location: 'Encinitas, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| A darkness passed through the marsh mist, two baleful lights peering out | |
| from the deeper shadow of a heavy black cowl, a faded specter of some | |
| ancient hero doomed to walk the earth for eternity, driving before it | |
| all living things in a terror unimaginable—all except, of course, for | |
| our hero, who gazed past the evil without concern, for Captain Frog had | |
| seen many strange wonders in his swampy home and was intent on a | |
| particularly large and tasty blowfly. | |
| - category: Horror | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Lauren Cutler | |
| location: 'Willow Street, PA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It is my duty, I am afraid to inform you, that I must—well, inform | |
| you—of a certain dire fact that is unknown to the general population, | |
| but is of the utmost importance, especially to you, dearest reader, and | |
| that is that the mitochondria is (I hope you’re sitting down) the | |
| powerhouse of the cell—now do keep this in mind, for it shall be | |
| important later. | |
| - category: Horror | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Randy Blanton | |
| location: 'Murfreesboro, TN' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Meeting his fiancé’s parents for the first time, Damon felt no fear | |
| because she had accepted his marriage proposal, but he still hoped for | |
| the parents’ approval, so it felt good that Mr. Dracula shook hands with | |
| one hand while his other hand squeezed Damon’s neck and then Mrs. | |
| Dracula proceeded to place a gentle kiss on his neck that intensified so | |
| much that it probably left a hickey. | |
| - category: Horror | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Glen Donaldson | |
| location: 'Brisbane, Australia' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Two of the heads of the ghastly mutant creature known as Son of | |
| Triceratops had stayed up all night debating whether their dentist | |
| really did deserve the plaque awarded to him that day by the Royal | |
| Association for the Prevention of Monster Cavities, whilst the third | |
| head, having already made up its mind on the subject and recognizing the | |
| importance of a good night’s sleep, nodded off early. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Tyson Canale | |
| location: 'Rochester, MN' | |
| quote: >- | |
| A sweaty Hector threw off his shirt, passion burning, skin glistening, | |
| his deodorant congealed to little chunks ensnared among the matted | |
| jungle of his armpits like so many crumbles of pungent blue cheese over | |
| a bed of sprouts, moistened with a dressing of perspiration, and lustily | |
| asked, "Are you as hungry as I am?" to the confused busboy. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Benjamin Matthes | |
| location: 'Founex, Switzerland' | |
| quote: >- | |
| One day—though this was no average day, it was gloomy; | |
| uncharacteristically forecast for mid-July, yet not extraordinary | |
| considering the geographic location, on the northern coast of Germany, | |
| where drastic changes in weather are indeed quite common although not so | |
| common that they were expected yet common enough to leave no one shocked | |
| by the small gathering of clouds above their heads—Linda went on a walk | |
| down the street. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Jennie Mayfield | |
| location: 'St. Louis, MI' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The Fall leaf, resplendent in red, gold, and purple, fluttered gently to | |
| the ground in front of her; and she knew that Winter was on Fall's | |
| heels: soup simmering gently in the crock pot, the snowy night sky | |
| reflecting city lights in a color vaguely reminiscent of Donald Trump's | |
| hair, while gently falling snow muffled city sounds like a gag on a | |
| narcissist. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: William Keegan | |
| location: 'Pine Bush, NY' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Like the smoke from a cheap corn cob pipe, the tragic events of the past | |
| week descended into Lloyd Mounser's brain and stubbornly clung to his | |
| memory the way those little white styrofoam peanuts get stuck to your | |
| hands you when you're opening a box of soft-white light bulbs that you | |
| got online with free shipping. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Lee Martinson | |
| location: 'Yucaipa, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Like a pilonidal cyst on the butt crack of the sands of time, Alfred | |
| "Freddy" Malblench was irritating and sometimes painful to bear, but not | |
| too significant a factor in the overall scheme of things, but all that | |
| was about to change, although it wasn't his doing that accounted for the | |
| change, but rather his undoing. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Christine Hamilton | |
| location: 'Atlanta, GA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| She was the most desired object in the room, not unlike the last deviled | |
| egg at an Easter Day potluck. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Julie Gautreau | |
| location: 'Knoxville, TN' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Fifteen mute commuters, jammed together in anxious anticipation of | |
| release, like expectant spermatozoa suddenly thwarted by an elevator | |
| suspended in its shaft, its cables soot-slicked, tense, and tired, yet | |
| no one stirred until Fern realized the last sound she might ever know | |
| was the Muzak thrum of Manilow’s greatest hits, and she snapped. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Richard Lozano | |
| location: 'Clayton, MI' | |
| quote: >- | |
| She carried her breasts like two dirty diaper pails, the inertia | |
| carrying the three of them through one sexless day after another, until | |
| fate, blind ass luck, and a common interest in rehabilitating | |
| three-legged Peruvian turtles, put them on a collision course for love. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Peter M. | |
| location: 'Tianjin, China' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Legs apart and hands on hips, Winston stood triumphant as the gel-bonded | |
| strands of a thinning comb-over danced in the wind like an arachnid | |
| doing the Hokey Pokey. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Brian Reinke | |
| location: 'Milwaukee, WI' | |
| quote: >- | |
| A faint breeze wafted through the forest trees like a soft whisper; | |
| leaves rustled, the sun above glancing off their trembling sides; waves | |
| lapped lithely at the sabulous beach; a loon sang its somber song as the | |
| morning fog lifted from the lake, dissipating into the early morning | |
| air— God, how Evan hated nature. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: John Hardi | |
| location: 'Falls Church, VA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| His glance, followed by the ever-so-subtle smile, across the crowded | |
| room, set her heart racing like the engine of a 40-year-old Kenworth, | |
| overloaded with frozen Butterballs, screaming down a 14% grade in third | |
| gear, until an even more handsome man, at the front of the room, | |
| diverted her attention by calling out, in a commanding baritone, “G-54!” | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Clark Snodgrass | |
| location: 'Huntington Beach, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| 13-year-old Bobby Mitchell expertly applied his baseball card collecting | |
| prowess to strategically select which of the Simpson sisters to court, | |
| passing on the clearly mint condition Jennifer, to select Mindy, a lower | |
| grade indeed, her features not as fully centered or printed boldly to | |
| the edges, and with an undesired crease plus a corner ding, but Bobby | |
| knew that Mindy would be the longer lasting member of his collection, | |
| unlike Jennifer, the trophy card that would be constantly sought and | |
| surely stolen. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Eric Knight | |
| location: 'Minneapolis, MI' | |
| quote: >- | |
| She reached out to touch my face, her fingers smooth and cool to the | |
| touch like the barrel of a hunting rifle in the woods in early October, | |
| unless you live below the Mason-Dixon line when it would probably need | |
| to be around early December to have similar average outdoor air | |
| temperatures. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Edward Covolo | |
| location: 'Menlo Park, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Having just celebrated the union of nuptial bliss with my dearest Viola | |
| not six hours before in the lush, green, verdant gardens at Saint | |
| Benedict's Cathedral, I watched the rise and swell of her white, | |
| wedding-dress-clad chest as she lay inert—still looking like an | |
| unconscious angel descended from the heavenly firmament, even while | |
| clutching an empty bottle of Thunderbird, and passed out behind the | |
| trash bin of our local liquor store, where our story begins. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Gwen Inman | |
| location: 'Annapolis, MD' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Gertrude knew that she would have to find the love of her life someday, | |
| but she didn't think she would find it eating a plantain peel out of her | |
| garbage can. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Gregory T. Snider | |
| location: 'Lexington, KY' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Maurice had come to the grim realization that, whatever he had done, | |
| unknowably, to offend Penelope —nknowable by virtue of racking his | |
| brains once, twice, then thrice and then giving up because he didn’t | |
| know the proper word for having done something four times, especially in | |
| such futile fashion, even if it had been potentially fruitful for the | |
| sake of romance —it was going to cost him sex. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Edward Buhrer | |
| location: 'Camden, NJ' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Rock Hanson, his huge fists bunched and ready for action, stared | |
| balefully at the Good Humor man who had let his girlfriend Jannette | |
| board the van to ring his bells. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Sarah Cannavo | |
| location: 'Maple Shade, NJ' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Dean had everything she’d dreamed the perfect boy would have: hair as | |
| soft as a baby bunny’s, dimples like the marks you could make pressing | |
| your thumb into unbaked cookie dough, eyes as beautiful as a thousand | |
| Thomas Kinkade paintings, and the smile of the male lead in an early | |
| Olsen-twins comedy, plus he smelled pretty good, too. | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: G. Andrew Lundberg | |
| location: 'Los Angeles, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Although the public’s initial concerns about artificial intelligence and | |
| the “internet of things” had been troubling, its eventual ability to | |
| embrace those advances only underscored the greatness of America, mused | |
| Hoover Upright LXI as he took the oath of office to become the first | |
| cordless vacuum cleaner elected to Congress. | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Evan J. McKinley | |
| location: 'West Linn, OR' | |
| quote: >- | |
| I waved my purple-banded fedora at the eight-foot-tall android, firing | |
| the flare gun with every step as I sprinted towards him, shouting, | |
| “WAIT! The stars haven’t aligned for the proper resurrection of Arnold | |
| Schwarzenegger, you have to stop!” and I threw my best boomerang, the | |
| one given to me by the reincarnation of Plato after that fateful | |
| cocktail party; but allow me to back up a little and explain. | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: David S. Nelson | |
| location: 'Falls Church, VA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The swarming alien spaceships were tiny and very small, maybe the size | |
| of a blue-spotted hummingbird, but the beings inside, about 40 of them, | |
| were quite huge, about the size of oak trees, the secret being their | |
| micro-induction force field which caused a reverse polarity in | |
| geospatial relativity, based upon the precise degree of spin in | |
| left-handed neutrinos; but none of this helped in getting their rental | |
| wedding tuxedoes to fit properly or be comfortable. | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Phillip Davies | |
| location: 'Cardiff, Wales' | |
| quote: >- | |
| His pincer strategy had quickly crushed the peace loving Pistachion | |
| people of Rigel 7 and had also made short work of the neighbouring | |
| Cashewnians of Rigel 8, but something told Space Admiral Rodgers that | |
| the dreaded Macadamians were going to be a far harder nut to crack. | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Richard Bos | |
| location: 'Emmeloord, The Netherlands' | |
| quote: >- | |
| There was not a ship in the asteroid zone which space-pirate king Burt | |
| Ibn Chang hadn't plundered at least once, but he, refusing to be | |
| deterred, set a gleeful grav-sail for the Kuiper Belt in search of new, | |
| extra-planetary booty. | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Jackie Fuchs | |
| location: 'Los Angeles, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The portal had delivered Kyla right to the tent of Genghis Khan with her | |
| army of Tatar dwarves (since Khan had sworn to kill every Tatar more | |
| than three feet tall) but she wondered not for the last time whether her | |
| Tatar tots, as she fondly called them, truly understood that they | |
| couldn’t kill Khan, since one in two hundred men of their time were | |
| descended from Khan and they’d likely be killing themselves right out of | |
| existence. | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Edward Mulholland | |
| location: 'Atchison, KS' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As he was carried from the triclinium past the vomitorium to the privy | |
| and stared down the abyss rank with fumes from the legendary Cloaca | |
| Maxima, Sponge Bob instantly regretted his wish to time travel to | |
| Ancient Rome, for the collective sponge was to them what a used Sears | |
| catalogue would become for our more recent forebears. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Peter S. Bjorkman | |
| location: 'Rocklin, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Pablo wrapped his arms around his dying hermano—the drone strike | |
| intended for cartel kingpin Miguel “El Jefe” Guzman had landed | |
| off-course, disintegrating Pablo’s casa—and as his fraternal soulmate’s | |
| life ebbed in his clutches, Pablo wailed heavenward, “He ain’t Jefe . . | |
| . he’s my brother!” | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Jeff Green | |
| location: 'Celina, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Sven, who rode his unicycle while training for the biathlon, thought the | |
| triceratops was the most regal of dinosaurs, exercised in the quad of | |
| his apartment complex down the street from the Pentagon, sang in a | |
| sextet (he is a baritone), had a deviated septum, fought for fun in the | |
| octagon, seemed to have nine lives and spent a decade living with the | |
| aborigines, was the kind of man you could count on. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Willard Green | |
| location: 'Saginaw, MI' | |
| quote: >- | |
| She continued to work in the sandpaper factory, which was in a gritty | |
| part of town, even though her abrasive boss was wearing her down because | |
| she needed to take off the rough edges of her life and she needed the | |
| money for finishing school. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Anita Bowden | |
| location: 'Manchester, England' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Lois was essentially a tragic case, with her penchant for duck-hunting | |
| gamekeepers who inevitably departed with a feather in their cap, whilst | |
| she was left feeling down and picking up the bill. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Sarita Hough | |
| location: 'Blacksburg, VA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The complex, nefarious plan hatched by the MacDougall family of Pine | |
| Woods (family motto: Auld Lang Pine), was best summed up by Jones as, "A | |
| cunning plan hatched by a punning clan." | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Tom McGowan | |
| location: 'Zephyr Cove, NV' | |
| quote: >- | |
| All the signs were there beginning with the long black dresses, the | |
| shoulder-length straight hair, the ridiculously tall pointed hat, and | |
| the sixty-three-hundred- dollar plastic surgery bill for lengthening her | |
| nose and adding a wart, but, until she sold the Mercedes and placed a | |
| broom on the floor on her side of the garage, Daren just hadn’t put it | |
| together. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Dorothy Harbeck | |
| location: 'Fair Haven, NJ' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Margie's disappointment was acute Tuesday morning when she read the sign | |
| scotch-taped to the window that said the taxidermist was closed for the | |
| month of August because she had a cooler full of squirrel carcasses in | |
| the back of the Mercedes and she was running out of ice. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Randy Blanton | |
| location: 'Murfreesboro, TN' | |
| quote: >- | |
| During sex, Carl, the adult son of a funeral home director, always | |
| insisted that his wife lie motionless with eyes closed, and while this | |
| always brought back memories of his teenage years, Carl still wished | |
| that Yankee Candles made a scent that smelled like embalming fluid. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: John Holmes | |
| location: 'St. Petersburg, FL' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Ringling Brothers folds its tents on the circus, leaving me hungover, | |
| covered in yesterday's greasepaint, trepidatious at being last graduate | |
| of clown school, and wondering which nose to wear to the ceremony. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Phillip Davies | |
| location: 'Cardiff, Wales' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Living atop mount Olympus for millennia, with nothing to amuse | |
| themselves but watching the fates of men unfold like the world’s longest | |
| running soap opera, had made the gods decadent and boorish—kind of like | |
| a Jerry Springer audience but with more robes and fewer mullets. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: John Hardi | |
| location: 'Falls Church, VA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Whether I shall emerge from this tale as the hero of my own life, or | |
| whether that station be the lot of another, these pages must show, and | |
| the path for you, dear reader, will be, as it was for me, long and | |
| tortuous, though pages 247-252 will clear up a lot. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Peter Hochstein | |
| location: 'New York, NY' | |
| quote: >- | |
| From his bare feet and the wooden club he carried everywhere, to the | |
| bear skin that he wore over his stooped body even while the opposition | |
| donned pinstriped suits. criminal defense attorney Alonzo Cloodwick, | |
| bearded and sorely in need of barbering, seemed like something of a | |
| throwback to an earlier generation. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Herbert Krimmel | |
| location: 'Los Angeles, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Phoebe, age 15, very much regretted not having a little sister or | |
| brother, but reflecting on the embarrassing moment of earlier that | |
| morning when she had walked into her parent’s bedroom at a most | |
| inopportune time, she thought Ben Franklin’s list woefully incomplete, | |
| for there most certainly were things, besides laws and sausages, that | |
| you might like, but you definitely did not want to see being made. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Joshua Long | |
| location: 'Harrison, OH' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Trevor looked out the window and immediately felt like he was in the | |
| middle of the movie "Doctor Zhivago" . . . only without the Bolsheviks . | |
| . . or the balalaika music . . . or all the adultery . . . basically, it | |
| was just a cold and snowy day. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Timothy David Petteys | |
| location: 'Malden on Hudson, NY' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Over the rainbow, through the looking glass, and a convenient rend in | |
| the local space-time continuum were all available–but what I really | |
| wanted was the F-train to take me back to my dark, dinghy, and damp | |
| basement apartment in Park Slope, Brooklyn, at four in the morning. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Dwayne Roberts | |
| location: 'Mesa, AZ' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Statisticians say that the most common first word of an autobiography is | |
| "I"; I, however, not being egocentric, have not begun this autobiography | |
| with that pronoun, although I am a statistician. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: James Macdonald | |
| location: 'Vancouver, Canada' | |
| quote: >- | |
| “What,” she said in perfect English, ignoring my pathetic shivering | |
| while carefully folding her borscht-stained napkin into a perfect | |
| equilateral triangle, “brings you to Minsk?” | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Craig Marshall Smith | |
| location: 'Highlands Ranch, CO' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Jennifer Danford’s eye-popping body was known all over Hermann, the | |
| “sausage-making capitol of Missouri,” the county seat of Gasconade | |
| County, and one-time home of St. Louis Cardinals manager Ken Boyer | |
| (1932-82), who did not live long enough to see Jennifer’s body. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: William Telford | |
| location: 'Plymouth, England' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Mother was a, proud, hardworking, Presbyterian who insisted it was God’s | |
| love that made a house a home, though I was pretty sure He wouldn’t have | |
| put up with not having a working boiler, some decent furniture, and a | |
| toilet that flushed without having to pump the handle until your biceps | |
| got all crampy. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Barbara Myers | |
| location: 'Toledo, OH' | |
| quote: >- | |
| In the cramped, dingy dressing room that hinted of elephant sweat, | |
| Poppy's whiteface itched, the skull cap produced a nagging headache and | |
| the large floppy shoes, ironically, pinched his toes, as he frowned | |
| behind his perpetual red smile, lamenting the words of his parents: "Go | |
| to clown college first; then if the lawyer thing doesn't work out, | |
| you'll have something to fall back on." | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: R. D. Fish | |
| location: 'Jr., Versailles, MO' | |
| quote: >- | |
| "Penile implant recipient negotiates trade deal with China," roared the | |
| headline, as President Clovis Harding sighed, reminded for the fortieth | |
| time in less than a week that trusting the lowest bidder to shred his | |
| medical records had been a tremendous boner. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Bill White | |
| location: 'Allentown, PN' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Baking under the blazing New Mexico sun as he stood in the dusty street | |
| outside the saloon, Old West certified public accountant Arthur W. | |
| Fetterman Jr. hovered his sweaty hand over the butt of his borrowed | |
| six-gun, advanced another reluctant step toward famed gunfighter John | |
| Wesley Hardin and wondered for the hundredth time what had possessed him | |
| to correct the man's use of "supposably" during their poker game. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Jack Coladarci | |
| location: 'Chicago, IL' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The dark horse and blond rider trudged slowly up the rocky path, sweat | |
| leaking off them like juice from an over-ripe peach that’s been sitting | |
| on the edge of baby’s bassinet too long, when suddenly a shot rang out, | |
| sounding like a gut string snapping on an old guitar after an overly | |
| passionate and enthusiastic flamenco rendering of Pachelbel’s Canon in | |
| D, which, as Marie jumped and reared, Andressen reminded himself was | |
| more properly known as “Kanon und Gigue für 3 Violinen mit Generalbaß.” | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Kat Russo | |
| location: 'Loveland, CO' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Tex Strongman gazed into the gleaming golden-red sunset, all fire and | |
| unrestrained bursts of light, and as he tipped his Stetson against the | |
| glare and settled into his weather-worn saddle astride his trusty roping | |
| horse, the rest of the book turned into a giant metaphor about the | |
| perils of anti-agrarian capitalism. | |
| '2018': | |
| - category: Grand Prize | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Tanya Menezes | |
| location: 'San Jose, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Cassie smiled as she clenched John's hand on the edge of an abandoned | |
| pier while the sun set gracefully over the water, and as the final rays | |
| of light disappeared into a star-filled sky she knew that there was only | |
| one thing left to do to finish off this wonderful evening, which was to | |
| throw his severed appendage into the ocean's depths so it could never be | |
| found again—and maybe get some custard after. | |
| - category: Grand Prize | |
| type: Runner Up | |
| author: Shelley Siddall | |
| location: 'West Kelowna, BC, Canada' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Dreaded Pirate Larry was somewhat worried, as he looked down at his | |
| boot, where his first mate was stretched out, making whooshing sounds, | |
| attempting to blow him over, that despite having the fastest ship, the | |
| most eye patches, and the prettiest parrots, his crew may need a few | |
| lessons on the difference between literal and figurative, as evidenced | |
| by the rest of the crew applying ice to the timbers. | |
| - category: Grand Panjandrum's Special Award | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Bridget Parmenter | |
| location: 'Katy, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| I knew that dame was trouble as soon as I set eyes on her, see: there | |
| was a stain on her clingy dress, wine, difficult to get out (you notice | |
| these things when you’ve been in the business as long as I have); there | |
| was a piece of gum stuck to the bottom of her high heel, cherry, that | |
| would leave a gristly pink trail following her every step (you pick up | |
| on these things when you are as experienced as I); and when she coolly | |
| asked me directions to the detective’s office, I pointed her down the | |
| hall and went back to mopping the floor. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: John Hardi | |
| location: 'Falls Church, VA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Eli Jacob Crowley, the famed pioneer figure who spearheaded America's | |
| westward expansion by blazing the Crowley Trail in 1838, was an | |
| awe-inspiring figure of a man, as stout as a four-century-old oak, as | |
| intellectually complex as the fronds of a Florida palm, as singularly | |
| focused as the trunk of a Giant Sequoia, though in all other respects, | |
| not like a tree at all. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: John Hardi | |
| location: 'Falls Church, VA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Commander of the Bengal Lancers Lord Reginald Buckman, KCIE, was a | |
| strong, strong man, not “strong” like some onions, though he ate them | |
| often, and particularly enjoyed them sautéed in lard, a generous amount, | |
| but lightened with a bit of white wine, not too dry, alongside fresh | |
| calves kidneys, though goat would do in a pinch. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Dr. Joel Phillips | |
| location: 'West Trenton, NJ' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Nothing looked familiar to Travis, who, recalling a favorite line from | |
| Tolkien—“Not all those who wander are lost”—reckoned the “not all” part | |
| implied that most who wander, like himself, are in fact lost, yet | |
| buzzards would pick his bones before he would think to ask for | |
| directions. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Chris Jordan | |
| location: 'Seattle, WA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Dave’s fear surged in his chest, like those bombs they put in ski slopes | |
| to trigger avalanches, but this one didn’t explode and instead came down | |
| in a natural avalanche that covered the ski-resort parking lot and | |
| poured into the open window of Dave’s car, which is why he was so | |
| scared, sitting in his snow-filled car with a live bomb in his lap. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Mark Wisnewski | |
| location: 'Flanders, NJ' | |
| quote: >- | |
| He blended with the bleak city storefronts as people fled the cold, hard | |
| rain that sounded like a funeral dirge on an unforgiving sidewalk, seen | |
| yet unseen, someone yet no one, and like a lion stalking a weakened | |
| wildebeest from the tall grass of the Serengeti, he sprang toward a | |
| beautiful woman struggling to find purchase in her high heels and handed | |
| out another coupon for twenty percent off at Sneaker Jungle. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Kevin M. Kinzer | |
| location: 'Spokane, WA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| My escape from heavily-guarded Cochon Island, a Hungarian penal colony | |
| founded by the Gabor sisters, would have to be well-planned and | |
| faultlessly executed, I thought to myself, "and I'm just not the right | |
| man for it," so I stayed and lived out my days there, because having a | |
| Gabor slap you around wasn't that bad, especially when they said | |
| "dahling" afterwards. | |
| - category: Children's Literature | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Rachel Koch | |
| location: 'Blackstone, MA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Hi, my name is Neptune Galapagos Cooper, I'm 13, I live in the suburbs | |
| with my middle-class white family (my SUPER ANNOYING little brother, my | |
| parents, who are sooooo lame, and my dog Bailey, the only one who really | |
| gets me) and there's one thing you should know about me: I'm not like | |
| other girls. | |
| - category: Children's Literature | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Aasha Sankpal | |
| location: 'Monroe, CT' | |
| quote: >- | |
| MAs Penelope sprinted breathlessly across a field of wildflowers, over a | |
| rickety bridge, through a dense copse, and across seven more fields, | |
| trying to outrun the ogre, she wished desperately that she had a horse – | |
| a fancy, prancy one with tufts of fur by its hoofs, a shimmering mane, | |
| and a white diamond on its forehead, preferably named Stardust. | |
| - category: Children's Literature | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Tim Metz | |
| location: 'Kokomo, IN' | |
| quote: >- | |
| "Pooh," said Piglet inquisitively, "I don't believe the quantum | |
| interplay of dark energy and black holes allows for the anti-matter | |
| superposition of a Higgs-Boson vector that you are postulating | |
| transported you thru an n-dimensional carbon lattice and got you stuck | |
| in the hunny tree . . . just sayin'." | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Dave Agans | |
| location: 'Wilton, NH' | |
| quote: >- | |
| He glanced at his unsuspecting guests, his slight smile hiding his | |
| hateful mood, his calm eyes hiding his evil intentions, and his smooth | |
| skin hiding his tensed muscles, skeletal structure, and internal organs. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Arlen Feldman | |
| location: 'Colorado Springs, CO' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Jimmy-The-Bull lay sprawled in a puddle of his own blood, which spread | |
| out like a bright-red Rorschach test, in which Detective Williams had so | |
| far identified a butterfly, a puppy and the Eiffel tower, but was | |
| vaguely disappointed that there was nothing resembling Jimmy’s trademark | |
| bull, although the coroner had seen a giraffe, which he claimed was | |
| close enough, since it was also a ruminant. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Thomas Purdy | |
| location: 'Roseville, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| For rookie detective Lara Stinson, the hardest aspect of her most recent | |
| case was not discovering that the adolescent victim had been thrown from | |
| the tenth story of the apartment building by his own grandmother, but | |
| rather trying to spell “defenestration by octogenarian” in her | |
| subsequent report. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Ralph Cutting | |
| location: 'Kingston Upon Thames, England' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Inspecteur Rollin of the Paris murder squad lit a cigarette as he stood | |
| over the body of la prostituée engorgée (to those readers who don’t know | |
| French, a prostitute with her throat cut and, indeed, how else would one | |
| describe her—la pute, la fille de joie, la vendeuse de sexe, la | |
| travailliste de la rue?) which lay on the Voie Georges Pompidou under | |
| the arches of le Pont Neuf on the rive droite of la Seine which flows | |
| through the most beautiful city in the world. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Jay Dardenne | |
| location: 'Baton Rouge, LA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Who knew what answers the elongated, odd-shaped gray trunk would reveal, | |
| but there was no doubt that in solving the mysterious homicide at the | |
| zoo the great weight of evidence pointed to the elephant in the room. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Talha bin Hamid | |
| location: 'Karachi, Pakistan' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was a routine day for Detective Maxwell, who did not yet know that | |
| instead of solving a case today, he would become one, with three lined | |
| chambers and genuine leather piping. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: John Holmes | |
| location: 'St. Petersburg, FL' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The good always wins out when you observe matters from a distance, | |
| gasped Detective Inspector Fred Pickle, dangling from a meathook in a | |
| disused Balham slaughterhouse, but it didn't, really, not for him, nor | |
| yet for the guy on clean-up. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Mark Schweizer | |
| location: Tryon NC | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was a dark and stormy night: the wind whistled like an old man with | |
| drugstore teeth trying to teach his grandkids to say, "She sells sea | |
| shells by the sea shore," causing the little shavers to wonder why | |
| Peepaw was suddenly talking like Daffy Duck, whether he'd just had a | |
| stroke, and if any of them was in the will. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Peter Seakat | |
| location: 'Rochester, NY' | |
| quote: >- | |
| "It was either a dark or a stormy night, depending, of course, on if one | |
| was comparing globally or locally, as the midnight sun would be | |
| considered quite bright to the rest of the world, and by Alaskan | |
| standards, the negative fifty-degree wind chill would be considered | |
| balmy," thought Janet as she wrestled yet another sled dog out of the | |
| alien's tractor beam. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Shea Charkowsky | |
| location: 'Santa Clara, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Sufficiently numerous airborne water droplets struck various grounded | |
| objects at appreciable velocities, illuminated by ambient light from a | |
| sub-horizon sun such that fewer photons were absorbed by the retina of | |
| our protagonist’s eyes within a given interval of time than the number | |
| at which he would struggle to decide whether the amount of light he | |
| perceives should be considered “bright” or “dark”; in other words, it | |
| was a dark and stormy night. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Greg Carlson | |
| location: 'Minneapolis, MN' | |
| quote: >- | |
| His steel sang as Dothrak, mighty thews febrile with barely-checked | |
| power, drew Aelthmor (the blade forged in eldritch shadows by the | |
| Zdrahali adepts) and declared, “All who have sworn allegiance to the | |
| False Duke will feel my wrath!” yet he was summarily admonished to | |
| silence, for it is at the Reference Desk of the Skokie Public Library | |
| that our story takes place. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Bridget Parmenter | |
| location: 'Katy, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Talila Norpiros, heir to the elven throne and commander of her people’s | |
| armed forces, chose a slightly more risqué outfit that morning than she | |
| would normally wear to battle, theorizing that if she were presented as | |
| a sex symbol as well as a dynamic protagonist, the series might attract | |
| a few more male readers and finally make the New York Times bestseller | |
| list. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Brad Taylor | |
| location: 'Iowa City, IA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Kravik the Helm-Cleaver gripped his Damarrian battle-axe and stepped | |
| into the inky blackness of the cave, wishing he had thought to bring a | |
| torch to illuminate the stalagmites or stalactites—whichever were the | |
| ones that hang down from cave-roofs to crack the cranium of a man who | |
| stands two meters tall—as he searched for Dwarf Kobolds, the vile | |
| creatures who, at less than half the barbarian’s stature, never had to | |
| worry about conking their scaly heads on stal--, stalac . . . pointy | |
| ceiling rocks. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Brian Brus | |
| location: 'Oklahoma City, OK' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Under a lurid dawn sun, the Usher Property was less baleful than it had | |
| been during the past evening’s abode-splitting weather event, and my | |
| practiced realtor’s eye—have I not mentioned my profession | |
| already?—recognized development potential once the tarn was drained and | |
| fissure remediated, perhaps to build an outlet of shopping at which | |
| consumers would dawdle, aghast at the scale of discount savings. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Ralph Cutting | |
| location: 'Kingston Upon Thames, England' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The wars between the Aarbollethi and the Deffalecci was now in its | |
| seventh haelon, and it is difficult to imagine they began when the | |
| Aarbollethian Ambassador to Deffalecci, when addressing the Deffaleccian | |
| Secretary of State, pronounced their nation’s common greeting, achdazar | |
| u zynthio as ashadar y thynzio, which, in the Deffaleccian tongue is an | |
| insulting reference to a hero from their classical mythology named | |
| Ashadarythyn, who was supposed to have murdered his Vareto and lain with | |
| his Amunna. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Drew Herman | |
| location: 'Port Angeles, WA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Although widely despised by his own kind, Kazimir Kilcescu was a hero to | |
| a few uninhibited vampires who adopted his “baby talk and Ugg boots” | |
| method of victim selection which, when applied correctly, largely | |
| eliminated the blood-curdling screams that otherwise left them the | |
| choice between letting their swooning prey go scot-free or choking down | |
| two liters of curdled O-pos. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Hwei Oh | |
| location: 'North Balgowlah, Sydney, Australia' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The witches cackled in glee, an eye of newt emanating a very satisfying | |
| ‘pop’, the ear of a pixie providing a heady scent, and the chest hair | |
| from a burly princeling for some zing, as they tipped them into a dark | |
| cast iron cauldron, only for Millicent the youngest of witches to wonder | |
| whether they sold more contemporary cauldrons in Williams Sonoma and if | |
| they had a free delivery option. | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Marsha Engelbrecht | |
| location: 'Lafayette, LA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| And it came to pass that, in those days when the young and powerful | |
| Alexander, called The Great, boldly ventured forth on his mighty steed | |
| Bucephalus, leading a vast army to conquer, claim, and generally visit | |
| the more tourist-y areas outside his empire, there remained at home his | |
| lesser-known brother Demetrius the Mediocre, who kept the fires burning | |
| and, to everyone's surprise, produced a pretty decent BBQ. | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: James Bruce Baber | |
| location: 'Brentwood, TN' | |
| quote: >- | |
| “Big Bertha” was a giant artillery piece used by the Germans that could | |
| hurl shells as big as a horse and cart causing horrific death and | |
| destruction over a distance of six miles which is why General | |
| Blithering, a brilliant English tactician, established his HQ some seven | |
| miles from the front as he preferred not to risk damage to his antique | |
| Spode china tea set with the hand-painted blue willow pattern. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Don Hansbrough | |
| location: 'Seattle, WA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The summer afternoon was so fierce, Italy pulled off its boot, to wiggle | |
| toes in the cool blue sea, as hot Contessa Ravioli slid off her | |
| pantyhose. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Sarita Hough | |
| location: 'Blacksburg, VA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| He was a bold man, thought Arial Calibri, the typesetter’s daughter, but | |
| he wouldn’t recognize a superscript if it was underlined, believed that | |
| “strikethrough” was a baseball term, thought italics were people from | |
| Italy, and that sans serif was a Caribbean island. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Sylvi Warshaver-Stein | |
| location: 'New York, NY' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Even in the noisy gloom of the Oyster's Pearl, the most frequented bar | |
| in town, Sergeant Pete Harrison spotted her the moment she walked | |
| in--the young, tall blonde in a tight red dress that clung to her the | |
| way those stringy bits stick to a banana after you peel it. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Raymond Lockley | |
| location: 'San Jose, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| He walked in wearing a red checked shirt that was impossible to avoid | |
| seeing no matter how desperately one might wish otherwise, looking like | |
| a table at a cheap Italian restaurant that had eaten all the pasta on it | |
| and then figured out how to come upright on two legs and walk. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Ava Zaleski | |
| location: 'Lisle, IL' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Elodie was like a beautiful newborn fawn, with sylphlike legs and owlish | |
| eyes that seemed frightened of everything, and a soft voice that one | |
| could imagine floating through a misty lea like a dryad's (except that | |
| cervids make horrible noises and Harold had already compared her to a | |
| deer, not a dryad, and who knew if dryads talked, anyway). | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: G. Andrew Lundberg | |
| location: 'Los Angeles, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Unlike the effete bun-coiffed duennas back at the English Department, | |
| she was just the kind of unassuming dame you liked to find holding down | |
| a stool and nursing a smoke at the end of the bar—no more likely to | |
| decline a drink than a noun, casual when it came to conjugation, and | |
| disposed to end a sentence with a proposition. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Thomas S. Maple | |
| location: 'Auburn, AL' | |
| quote: >- | |
| “I do,” Jennifer repeated over and over in her mind, but even though she | |
| had rehearsed that sentence countless times, she could not bring herself | |
| to say it now before Barry, before the minister, before these people, | |
| before God; instead she could only make a low, churning sound, like a | |
| refrigerator’s when refilling the freezer’s ice maker. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Linda J. Ashmore | |
| location: 'Lynnwood, WA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Priscilla was a persnickety, perspicacious, and petulant old prude, with | |
| a parsimonious purse brought on by pernicious poverty, prone to | |
| pettiness, and with an air of pusillanimous if not precarious ways, all | |
| proving that the worst things in life are pure pride of place and a | |
| pretense of presumptuousness brought on by pouting at the people who | |
| preferred prune juice over pilsner. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Ann Rutledge | |
| location: 'Nova Scotia, Canada' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Rowena barely made it to her destination before the sky opened, | |
| unleashing a torrent of pea-sized hailstones spreading across the | |
| windshield and joining together, looking like a large flat dish of | |
| albino caviar, and she was reminded that she likely hadn't been getting | |
| enough Vitamin B12 lately, since she had been eating mostly salads after | |
| the Christmas weight gain. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Joe Wyatt | |
| location: 'Amarillo, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Ivory clouds parted above the approaching mahogany frigate to reveal not | |
| the cerulean skies of literary convention, but a utopian kaleidoscope of | |
| mulberry, periwinkle, taffy, juniper, chartreuse, bubblegum and mauve, | |
| and Captain Alexander Smollett silently exalted the poetic license of | |
| Robert Louis Stevenson for its vibrant insinuation that this nautical | |
| interloper indeed was sailing under false colors. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Amber Burns | |
| location: 'Calhoun, GA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Phoebe sighed happily as she read the text from Mark asking her to be | |
| "friends with benefits," as she thought maybe, just maybe, she would | |
| finally get that 401k and dental insurance. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: G. Andrew Lundberg | |
| location: 'Los Angeles, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Watching Liz Platskis’s lithe form undulate across the room left Bob | |
| shaken, but not unpleasantly—kind of like the time he heard that Caltech | |
| seismologist lady describing a magnitude 6.9 earthquake along the | |
| Verdugo Hills fault underlying his subdivision only a few minutes after | |
| it had happened. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Sarita Hough | |
| location: 'Blacksburg, VA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| My doomed love affair with Katrina was the old, old story: boy meets | |
| girl, girl gains control of killer robot, girl uses killer robot to take | |
| over the world, boy tries to persuade girl to give up power, girl orders | |
| killer robot to throw boy out window. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: George Coe | |
| location: 'Broad Run, VA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| She pursed her lips in disapproval as she considered the divisive and | |
| hateful words her lover used to describe the shredded broccoli she had | |
| prepared for their honeymoon feast, and woe, too late, she realized that | |
| perhaps Col. Sanders was not her destined soul-mate, but, oh God, that | |
| pointy little beard sure did tickle her fancy. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Joy Diamond | |
| location: 'Astoria, OR' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Their eyes meet . . . his, one green and one brown, hers, one brown and | |
| one green; angels sing, little lambs prance around, red plastic hearts | |
| float down, it is love, it is lust, it is happily ever after in a little | |
| stone cottage with white picket fence and a puppy with huge eyes, and | |
| lying on the beach at sunrise entwined in each other and a bunch of | |
| seaweed, as the waves wash over their pulsating bodies, it is . . . | |
| ”Hey, ya want fries with that?” she asks, popping her gum. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: SJ Baldock | |
| location: 'Quitman, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| This date is going horribly wrong she thought staring in vegan disgust | |
| at the charred remains sizzling in his fajita skillet—her large, | |
| luminous, sectoral heterochromic eyes that had a limbal ring of deepest | |
| grey flickering angrily in the flame of a beeswax candle filtering the | |
| air around them. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Payton Gregge | |
| location: 'Christopher, IL' | |
| quote: >- | |
| I moaned through my last moments of ecstasy as I pawed my fingers | |
| through his hair, feeling like a crock-pot that had just been turned | |
| off, when he turned to stare at me with that same cocky smirk he always | |
| had whenever we were finished, and asked in a slightly hoarse voice | |
| "How's that for extra credit, Mrs. Thomas?" | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Phillip Davies | |
| location: 'Cardiff, Wales' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The professor had constantly warned his protégé about the time travel | |
| related risks of meeting a past version of yourself or killing your | |
| grandfather, but unfortunately he'd never mentioned the worst time | |
| machine risk of all—sticking your head out of the window. | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Mark Watson | |
| location: 'Chapel Hill, NC' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Terellian Shapeshifters often blew their cover by taking subtly | |
| inappropriate forms—a squirrel that swims perhaps, or a chair with five | |
| legs —but Officer Max Throckmorton spotted this one immediately; every | |
| Human knows that bidets are NOT purple, and they usually aren't | |
| installed next to a McDonald's drink dispenser. | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Tim Petteys | |
| location: 'Malden on Hudson, NY' | |
| quote: >- | |
| She stood out like a fifth appendage on the prehensile glandular dorsal | |
| fin of a love-sick marmoset from the twin-mooned planet of Hades VII in | |
| the Alpha-Centauri star system, but I thought she looked damned cute | |
| anyway because of the sailor cap she wore so jauntily. | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Steve Lauducci | |
| location: 'Bethlehem, PA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Captain Calamari loosed a plasma bolt from his crossbow, but the | |
| charging cyborg knight hefted his magna-shield and deflected the | |
| sizzling violet flare into the dust, forcing the square-jawed hero to | |
| coolly reload his cumbersome, anachronistic weapon and wonder as he did | |
| why he couldn't have a blaster pistol like Han Solo instead of being | |
| stuck in this weird hybrid cyber-medieval universe. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Peter Bjorkman | |
| location: 'Rocklin, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As Sheriff (and choral conductor) Patrick “Pitch-Perfect” McHenry | |
| assessed his perfectly mediocre chorus upon the saloon stage (sopranos | |
| that could only sing melody, serviceable altos, screechy tenors, and | |
| basses dropping the pitch by more than a quarter step), a wrinkled scowl | |
| protruded from under his pristine Stetson and he growled, “I don’t like | |
| your tone” at his “okay” chorale. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Wm. "Buddy" Ocheltree | |
| location: 'Snellville, GA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| In preparation for visits by African dignitaries, we had redecorated the | |
| West Wing of the White House in an African motif with numerous | |
| artificial plants and animals, but the President asked that we remove | |
| the papier-mache wildebeests, saying he was "tired of fake gnus." | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Brent Guernsey | |
| location: 'Springfield, VA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As Lakshmi bestrode her vanquished foe in the Dombivli garment store, | |
| she clutched the coveted outfit and with a smug, haughty voice demanded, | |
| "Whose sari now?" | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: William Lindley | |
| location: 'Glenview, IL' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As the prosecution wrapped its case, Reynolds listened and knew he'd | |
| been foiled again. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: David Hynes | |
| location: 'Bromma, Sweden' | |
| quote: >- | |
| “A bad pun is like an emetic,” said Fritz, downing the contents of his | |
| one-litre stein and chomping on a sausage—“It brings out the wurst in | |
| me.” | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Amy Torchinsky | |
| location: 'Chapel Hill, NC' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Wending his way through the streets of Amsterdam only moments after his | |
| arrival, Basil-Brett Benedict—passionate fan of the theater and | |
| life-long member of the Baker Street Irregulars—could not contain his | |
| joy upon seeing a Stadsschouwburg posting advertising its dramatization | |
| of A STUDY IN SCARLET, THE SIGN OF THE FOUR, and THE HOUND OF THE | |
| BASKERVILLES, enthusiastically proclaiming his intention of seeing them | |
| with, “There’s no plays like Holmes for the Holland days!" | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Chuck Gray | |
| location: 'Shreveport, LA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| After three weeks on the trail, John’s jock rash was (in some places) | |
| burning brighter than the West Texas sun—least wise as far as a cowboy | |
| could tell with his chaps and britches down and the little mirror his | |
| mom had given him. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Rob Greer | |
| location: 'Queen Creek, AZ' | |
| quote: >- | |
| We start at the end, with a town full of shot freegrazers and rangemen, | |
| with me the only survivor of that terrible, bloody day, the worst part | |
| being we never had the traditional pre-shootout accusation and insult | |
| trade-off mandated by western cowboy law. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Rachel Koch | |
| location: 'Blackstone, MA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Sarah knew a man like Walter "Wild Walt" Sumner could never be tamed; | |
| with his brash, unruly manners and fiery temper, and his fast-talking, | |
| hard-drinking, gun-slinging, lying, gambling, and cheating ways, and | |
| that's why she was marrying Larry, the village idiot. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Clifford Nishi | |
| location: 'Mitsuke, Niigata, Japan' | |
| quote: >- | |
| When Earl flopped down from his sick horse, he (the horse) knew that | |
| Earl might become sick too but doubted it because they ate different | |
| foods. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Douglas A. Bass | |
| location: 'Farmington, NY' | |
| quote: >- | |
| He told her that his love for her was bigger than a spoon because the | |
| effects of the anesthesia had not fully worn off and he didn’t know what | |
| the hell he was saying; nonetheless, this is where our story begins. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Douglas A. Bass | |
| location: 'Farmington, NY' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Once in a great while a story is so magnificent, so grand, so great that | |
| it begs to be told and while this is not one of those stories, it's nice | |
| to know that they're out there. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Palak Bhatia | |
| location: 'New Delhi, India' | |
| quote: >- | |
| He had always associated the beauty of a woman with an exotic and | |
| sublime face, but there was something about her silky tresses and | |
| corkscrew curls that held his attention prisoner, typed the author, | |
| scratching his bald head absently. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Peter Bjorkman | |
| location: 'Rocklin, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| “He’s got a good head on his shoulders” overheard Preston the Praying | |
| Mantis of his fiancée chatting with her mother, though he may not have | |
| understood the full implications thereof. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Allison Bryski | |
| location: 'Danville, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It wasn't fair to call Michael a scum-sucking monster from the deep, the | |
| miserable, fetid descendant of some unnamed demon who, after centuries | |
| at the very depths of the ocean, had somehow surfaced and found his way | |
| to Wall Street—it was accurate, of course, but he preferred Michael. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Wayne Carmichael | |
| location: 'Tyler, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Maxine, past her prime (such as it was) and well into early middle age, | |
| had an epiphany and resolved to end her addiction to soap operas and | |
| switch to a mix of talk and reality shows (with the occasional game show | |
| for balance), not knowing the tempest to come, which, although about as | |
| exciting as an orthodontists' convention, does illustrate the potential | |
| pitfalls of blindly following epiphanies. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Paul Culp | |
| location: 'Stephens City, VA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| "Prevaricator! Burning trousers!" hissed eleventh-grade exchange student | |
| Jean-Claude Dubois at the now-trembling girl who had falsely accused him | |
| of cheating on his physiology lab reports, and although his words | |
| betrayed the shakiness of his English idioms, the boa constrictor he | |
| brandished at Kayla Stevens proclaimed the steadiness of his purpose. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Brendan P. Curran | |
| location: 'Manchester, NH' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The snow was of the fluffy white variety as it began to fall in Alert, a | |
| small, remote, quiet, Northern Canadian town, with a population of sixty | |
| five residents and situated within the Canadian Artic Archipelago on the | |
| island of Ellesmere and closer to Greenland than mainland Canada. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Jeremy Das | |
| location: 'Loughborough, England' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Lisa cried inconsolably after handing in her report on her parents’ | |
| climate denialism, but she cheered up no end when her teacher gave her | |
| report a gold star, with silver stars for using grown up phrases such as | |
| ‘ignorant conspiracy theorists’ and ‘secret cabal of well funded front | |
| organizations for Big Oil’. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Phillip Davies | |
| location: 'Cardiff, Wales' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It didn't sound like a particularly glamorous profession but to get the | |
| post of 'senior equine theriogenologist specialising in artificial | |
| insemination' in the Royal stables Edward had had to beat off some | |
| really stiff competition. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Aloma Davis | |
| location: 'Melbourne, Australia' | |
| quote: >- | |
| "As the birds scattered across the sunset vista like so many pimples | |
| over a nose, I mused on why it was I had never not enjoyed my time when | |
| I wasn't a dermatologist." | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Lewis Gurran | |
| location: 'Gresford, Wrexham, Wales' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The following is a work of fiction and resemblances between a character | |
| in it and any person, living or dead, are purely coincidental apart from | |
| the one based on my bitch of an ex-wife. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Ben Handy | |
| location: 'Philadelphia, PA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| I first met Charles, for in those days he went by Charles and not yet by | |
| Charlene, as he was still he and not yet she as the infamous operation | |
| made so famous by the Swiss had not yet been performed and he not yet | |
| been perforated, in a Quaker Meeting House where he proselytized to the | |
| homeless as they would prostrate themselves before a man who they did | |
| not know would soon be without a prostate. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Greg Homer | |
| location: 'San Vito de Coto Brus, Costa Rica' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Cardinal Gugliotti’s blessing comforted young Father Hartoonian like | |
| nothing short of macaroni and cheese with bits of bacon and a hot | |
| buttered biscuit on a cold night. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Steve Lauducci | |
| location: 'Bethlehem, PA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Walking home, picking crushed bouquet bits from his hair and lapel, it | |
| occurred to Stan that perhaps "spotless" was the wrong compliment for | |
| Evelyn's home so soon after the incident between the Mazda and her | |
| beloved Dalmatian. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Nathan Lazarus | |
| location: 'Bethesda, MD' | |
| quote: >- | |
| For the more squeamish, I recommend you skip ahead to page 427, allowing | |
| you to miss the more difficult portions of my story of murder, mayhem | |
| and more than one marine mammal in an industrial scale blender, but for | |
| those up to the task, lean closer and today you shall hear the sordid | |
| tale of the Love Ballad of the Accordion Player. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Joshua Long | |
| location: 'Harrison, OH' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Though she had just been laughed out of the forty-second delicatessen | |
| that week, Epicurean philosopher Florence Smoot was determined that she | |
| would find the answer to that age-old question of which came first—the | |
| chicken salad sandwich or the egg salad sandwich? | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: G. Andrew Lundberg | |
| location: 'Los Angeles, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As Tiffany Wonder ended her shift at The G Spot Gentleman’s Club, | |
| swapping out her spangled thong and pasties for the dowdy barista’s | |
| uniform sporting its more accurate “Jane Wilson” nametag and readying | |
| herself for another day of pulling espresso shots for tips at the | |
| Groundskeeper Coffee House, she couldn't help but remark the fact that | |
| somehow, her financial fate had become almost entirely a function of cup | |
| size. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Bridget Parmenter | |
| location: 'Katy, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Grace Delgado, pointedly of average attractiveness so as to be relatable | |
| to the masses of pitiful girls wasting their time reading erotic novels | |
| to make up for their lack of romantic lives, stared at herself in the | |
| mirror for a few minutes that morning, for no other reason than the | |
| author needed a chance to describe her physical appearance. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Mark Schweizer | |
| location: 'Tryon, NC' | |
| quote: >- | |
| "Eel keel jou," Calliope spat in her Gypsy accent, an accent I shall now | |
| discard for sake of the narrative because it's too hard to keep track of | |
| the phonetics and anyway, you'd never be able to figure out what she's | |
| saying but I'm sort of used to it. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: John Wallace | |
| location: South Australia | |
| quote: >- | |
| Once upon a time, there was a place where things happened; allow me to | |
| be more specific. | |
| '2019': | |
| - category: Grand Prize | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Maxwell Archer | |
| location: 'Mt Pleasant, Ontario, Canada' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Space Fleet Commander Brad Brad sat in silence, surrounded by a slowly | |
| dissipating cloud of smoke, maintaining the same forlorn frown that had | |
| been fixed upon his face since he’d accidentally destroyed the | |
| phenomenon known as time, thirteen inches ago. | |
| - category: Grand Panjandrum's Special Award | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Robert R Moore | |
| location: 'North Falmouth, MA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Emile Zola wandered the dank and soggy streets of a gloomy Parisian | |
| night, the injustice of the Dreyfus affair weighing on him like a | |
| thousand baguettes, dreaming of some massage or therapy to relieve the | |
| tension and pain in his aching shoulders and back, and then suddenly he | |
| thought of his Italian friends and their newly invented warm water bath | |
| with air jets and he rapturously exclaimed that oft misquoted | |
| declaration — "Jacuzzi!" | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Andrew Lundberg | |
| location: 'Los Angeles, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Dropping his now-empty Remington .30-06 and tearing across the tundra | |
| after two weeks of hunting in the Alaskan wilderness in the company of | |
| none other than three-time Olympic sprinter Usain Bolt—the rustic outing | |
| being the spoils of his winning bid at the Sun Valley Country Day School | |
| live-auction fundraiser—Bart Michaelman realized with dismay that, in | |
| this particular instance, he did in fact have to outrun the bear. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Gwyneth Kozma | |
| location: 'Garmisch-Partenkirchen, Germany' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As they sprinted together down the echoing, looping ramp of the deserted | |
| Guggenheim Museum, closely pursued by three swarthy members of the | |
| resolutely vicious Cannelloni gang, square-jawed British Royal Marine | |
| art historian/world's deadliest sniper John Savage and his voluptuous | |
| young modern art critic/Navajo linguist Samantha Silver cursed | |
| architect/interior designer/writer/educator Frank Lloyd Wright for | |
| designing such a circuitous route out of the building. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Ron Pizarie | |
| location: 'Bath, PA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Three days without food or water, archeologist Phil Thompson with his | |
| leg hopelessly trapped in a wilderness rock-fall, and with hungry | |
| buzzards circling overhead, saw his entire life pass before him and he | |
| once again experienced, as a child, his mother’s comforting words and | |
| tender touch, as she gently awakened him from his recurring nightmare of | |
| being eaten by birds. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Doug Purdy | |
| location: 'Roseville, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Anthropologist Roland Weatherby stumbled upon the detritus of the | |
| cannibal camp, including the smoldering remains of his faithful guide | |
| Davey, and raged in disbelief at the thought that, even in this digital | |
| information age, primitive tribes feasted on the red meat of human flesh | |
| paired with a subpar 2016 Chardonnay. | |
| - category: Children's Literature | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: John Hardi | |
| location: 'Falls Church, VA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Old man Buckman had been murdering and dismembering teenagers in our | |
| town for years, and getting away with it, and it's important to | |
| emphasize this right up front, because young readers like you have | |
| painfully short attention spans, and unless a story grabs you right off | |
| the bat, you'll be back on your video games or phones or skateboards in | |
| the blink of an eye. | |
| - category: Children's Literature | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Olivia Burkett | |
| location: 'Springboro, OH' | |
| quote: >- | |
| There were two goats, drooling over the scrumptious olive-colored grass, | |
| but eternally separated from it by paralyzing fear of the gargantuan | |
| goat-munching ogre under the bridge, and there was Tom, the socially | |
| awkward ogre who bit his fingernails so noisily that the sound resembled | |
| the crunching of bones. | |
| - category: Children's Literature | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Bridget Parmenter | |
| location: 'Norman, OK' | |
| quote: >- | |
| If I wanted to fulfill my lifelong dream of being a dystopian YA’s | |
| protagonist, I needed several things: missing or deceased parents | |
| (check), a complicated romantic life involving multiple partners and | |
| predictable behavior (check), a tough exterior that protected my | |
| sensitive inner workings (check), and finally, a life of danger, | |
| uncertainty, and constant struggle to survive (check); it turns out, | |
| turtles are well-equipped to star in YA adventures! | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Jeremy Das | |
| location: 'Loughborough, England' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Realising that his symptoms indicated a virtually undetectable, fast | |
| acting neurotoxin, CIA coroner Quinn Abner frantically wrote up the | |
| details, lay on the floor and, as a professional courtesy, did his best | |
| to draw a chalk outline of himself. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Will Dennehy | |
| location: 'Cambridge, MD' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Olivia followed her breasts into my office where I was studying the dead | |
| flies on the window sill and dropped a large brown envelope on my desk, | |
| which rearranged the dust as it came to rest next to my right elbow, | |
| causing me to lose interest in the flies as I watched her walk away, | |
| watched carefully while wondering if the motion of her hips could bring | |
| a dead man back to life, which led to wondering what she could do to a | |
| man who was still alive. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Arlen Feldman | |
| location: 'Colorado Springs, CO' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As he pounded on the door, Billy ‘Four-Toes’ Capalone, wondered, not for | |
| the first time, if he wouldn’t have been better off in the joint, or | |
| even taking a concrete nap, but instead, he straightened his tie and | |
| gripped his bible, determined not to blow his cover in the Jehovah’s | |
| Witness Protection Program. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Andrew Lundberg | |
| location: 'Los Angeles, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Eyes bleary from yet another night of fruitlessly staking out the Ritz | |
| Motel in West Hollywood’s seedier quarter, hoping to get some usable | |
| dirt on Mrs. Hennigan’s wayward hubby Bill, Niles Cranworth, P.I., | |
| pushed the start button, cranked the wheel over, and pointed his | |
| well-traveled Chrysler 300 southward on La Cienega Boulevard (“La | |
| Cienega,” he noted with irony, being Spanish for “the cienega”). | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Cody Hanna | |
| location: 'Lancaster, PA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Detective Wilhelm Schmidt’s raspy voice poured through the telephone | |
| receiver like a dump truck of gravel unburdening its load—much like the | |
| trucks that worked around the clock at Rohrer’s Quarry off of 1-81, | |
| transporting payloads of lime, sandstone, crushed rock, and | |
| gypsum—though with Detective Schmidt’s heavy German accent, excavation | |
| on its own would not suffice, and a second, albeit entirely different | |
| industry would need to be invoked to really paint a crystal clear | |
| picture of his voice. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Greg Homer | |
| location: 'Diamond Springs, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Prisoner #4420991 selected two large snow cones for his pre-execution | |
| last meal, much to everyone’s surprise, but #4420991 knew that death by | |
| lethal injection would come as sweet relief when balanced against the | |
| snow cone headache he expected to have. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Randy Blanton | |
| location: 'Murfreesboro, TN' | |
| quote: >- | |
| “I remember the moon had a face like Hannibal Lecter and that the wind | |
| blowing through the trees reminded me of the music from Psycho,” stated | |
| Effie Laudermilk as she sat in the courtroom stand on trial for the | |
| murder (which she vehemently denied) of her boyfriend whose partially | |
| eaten body was found in his car at the bottom of a pond. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Andrew Lundberg | |
| location: 'Los Angeles, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was a dark and stormy night, and since this was Miami in July and | |
| everyone had left their convertible tops down, the rain fell in | |
| Cadillacs. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Coby J. Scott | |
| location: 'Hollywood, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was a Dark & Stormy Night; the rain fell in torrents outside the | |
| Breast Western—the country-themed strip club where the exotic dance duo | |
| of Stormy and Dark rattled the house (for it was a Tuesday), and | |
| fiercely agitated the lustful flames of the patrons who struggled in the | |
| darkness to rearrange their Wranglers. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Saraswathy Ashok | |
| location: 'Trivandrum, India' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was a dark and stormy night; the suburb was devoid of most life and | |
| color, and all you could see was the dull gaslights, dark clouds, and | |
| deep indigo sky; but to Jade, it was almost the same, because, you know, | |
| according to modern studies, dogs can see only blue, yellow, and grey. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: John Change | |
| location: 'Crafers, Australia' | |
| quote: >- | |
| He was a dark and stormy knight; his blows fell in torrents— except at | |
| occasional intervals, when they were checked by a violent gust of wind | |
| to which he fiercely agitated a scanty flame in his struggle to light | |
| it, for there was jesting in his jousting. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Kevin Anderson | |
| location: 'Kiel, Germany' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was a bright and shiny day, the sun scorched the pavement—except | |
| under a spreading chestnut tree, where it flattened the shadows and | |
| starkly enhanced the contrasts (for it is in Hollywood that the script | |
| begins), illuminating the story line, and manifestly motivating the | |
| florid actors who fussed and fumed about their lines. | |
| - category: Fantasy & Horror | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Arlen Feldman | |
| location: 'Colorado Springs, CO' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Driven from the sea by pollution, Aglaope the Siren found an economy | |
| apartment in New York City with the hope of luring the big city buses to | |
| their doom, but to her dismay she found that her song was drowned out by | |
| police cars, fire trucks and jackhammers, except for one joyous day when | |
| she was fairly sure that she caused a skateboarder to crash into a light | |
| pole. | |
| - category: Fantasy & Horror | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Harrison Glaze | |
| location: 'Acworth, GA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The High Gondonderil gazed on with horror as the Elgaborian legions | |
| marched at a single, pitiless pace into the once peaceful streets of | |
| Sar-Andrada, the capital city of the kingdom of Xanthil, located in a | |
| fantasy universe which might seem extremely confusing at present but | |
| which will doubtless make perfect sense to you, dear reader, once you | |
| realize that, like most fantasy universes, it’s basically just Tolkien’s | |
| Middle-earth with different names for things. | |
| - category: Fantasy & Horror | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Bridget Parmenter | |
| location: 'Norman, OK' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Archt’vi Lor’d’nn of the clan Elbr’sh, president of the Elvish | |
| Grammatical Counc’l, knew that Midrì’ll D’rung’ír was doomed to failure; | |
| she would be presenting an (entirely preposterous, in his opinion) case | |
| for reducing the number of arbitrary apostrophes in Elvish words. | |
| - category: Fantasy & Horror | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Bill White | |
| location: 'Allentown, PA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Thunder crashed and the wind howled in a driving rain as the ancient | |
| witch raised her hands toward the moon and with increasing desperation | |
| chanted the words of a spell that her recently unearthed Book of Charms | |
| had assured her would restore her to youth and beauty but so far was | |
| just riling up the weather and getting her wet. | |
| - category: Fantasy & Horror | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Robert Fields | |
| location: 'Richmond, KY' | |
| quote: >- | |
| So you're probably wondering how I got here, in this dimly lit green | |
| room, tied up like a hog, covered in a strange phlegm that smells like | |
| the innards of a wild griffin, and blood caked on my body . . . well I'd | |
| have to ask you before you ask me: have you ever tried to kill a dragon | |
| and have it capture you and turn you into a slave for its pleasure. | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Dave Beck | |
| location: 'El Cerrito, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Contrary to popular opinion, Jehoshaphat—the 9th-century (BCE) king of | |
| Judah who reigned for twenty-five mostly peaceful years yet is best | |
| known for his defeat of the Moabites at Elin Gedi in 849 BCE—rarely | |
| jumped. | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Rob Greer | |
| location: 'Queen Creek, AZ' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Stephen Douglas, that's the "Little Giant" to you, had tried everything | |
| he could think of to stop Mr. Lincoln from arriving at their senatorial | |
| debates: giving him the wrong time and place, sleeping pills disguised | |
| as Republican muffins, kidnapping, and even some light arson but the man | |
| always turned up, like a bad penny. | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Amy Torchinsky | |
| location: 'Chapel Hill, NC' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Dr. Gachet, who had arrived in Fall River only two years after being a | |
| supportive, albeit ultimately unsuccessful, ear for his patient Vincent, | |
| was now sitting at his desk recording his first impressions of his new | |
| patient—“Lizzie exhibits a nervous hacking cough whenever she is asked | |
| about her parents.” | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Olivia Burkett | |
| location: 'Springboro, OH' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Abraham Lincoln, the 16th President of the United States of America, sat | |
| down at the theatre with his wife, the first lady of the United States | |
| of America, turned and asked her, ¨Do you think the fella behind us can | |
| see over my hat?¨ | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Randall Card | |
| location: 'Bellingham, WA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| When the tall dark, handsome, buff, and wealthy cowboy moseyed into my | |
| "Blazin' Six-guns" novelty shop, I felt a wave of heat flood through me, | |
| as if I had accidentally swallowed my sub-lingual nicotinic acid | |
| lozenge, causing the niacin to be released instantaneously, rather than | |
| in a more controlled, extended, low-potency dose, for which means the | |
| prescription had been written. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Greg Homer | |
| location: 'Diamond Springs, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The Eyelash Palm Viper of Central America, only about the size of a | |
| bungee cord—the kind of bungee cord you use to secure your bike on the | |
| back of the car or to keep your patio furniture chairs together or to | |
| make sure that raccoons are unable to remove your plastic trash can | |
| lids—was both deadly and beautiful. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Tzipporah Harker | |
| location: 'Baltimore, MD' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The snow scattered like fair parmesan from God's own shaker, drifting | |
| down lightly to cling to our squirming spaghetti skin beneath robes of | |
| tomato puree, making no distinction between the whole wheat and white or | |
| tagliatelle and bucatini among us. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Shawn Evans | |
| location: 'Auburn, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Curly Endive was at the ranch dressing feeling cool as a cucumber when | |
| he caught his friend Buck Wheat ogling his favorite tomato and told him | |
| he would need a beefsteak if he didn't knock it off lest he kick him in | |
| the garbanzos. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Eric Mellinger | |
| location: 'New York, NY' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Despite being a German, vegan book-cataloger from rural and upscale | |
| Connecticut, Marion was quite ignorant and overly opinionated about | |
| almost everything, except for Atlas Shrugged and atheism, which made her | |
| the embodiment of an Arian, vegetarian, ultracrepidarian-contrarian, | |
| non-sectarian, libertarian, librarian agrarian from Darien. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Jeff Phelps | |
| location: 'Waterford, MI' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Today is Friday, and Ernest was hemmed in a way, back in a clean and | |
| well lighted place, a tolling bell sounded and the old man could see the | |
| through snows as he killed a man, Jaro, himself, now a participant of | |
| the natural study of the dead, as strains of God Rest Ye Merry Gentleman | |
| echoed from the street to the killer’s ears and thoughts of the fifty | |
| grand he’d just earned made his brain dance like ten Indians, and after | |
| the storm my old man made a simple inquiry to the mother of the queen | |
| and left for the Big Two-Hearted river, undefeated. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: John Hardi | |
| location: 'Falls Church, VA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The villa in Tuscany is abandoned now, and nature, in the form of | |
| invasive vegetation, is reclaiming the small vineyard where Rodolfo and | |
| Susannah made love each afternoon, beginning with the creeping Coccinia | |
| virginiana, followed by the woody Polemonium gloriosa, and ending, of | |
| course, with the drooping Glandularia vulgaris. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Bob Pellicone | |
| location: 'Lincroft, NJ' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Rosemary was crushed, and no amount of time or sage advice could assuage | |
| her agony or, at the very least, reduce the swelling. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Kelley Farmer | |
| location: 'Dripping Springs, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| He loved the sound of her name—Sandrine—as it reminded him of two of his | |
| favorite things in life: sandwiches and tambourines. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Carol Hobart | |
| location: 'Edina, MN' | |
| quote: >- | |
| She had a captivating smile and eyes the color of a poisonous frog he'd | |
| seen on a trip to Costa Rica. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Andrew Kim | |
| location: 'San Jose, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| I knew that my husband was cheating on me, because I tasted his breath | |
| on the new maid's lips. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Riley Kwortnik | |
| location: 'Ithaca, NY' | |
| quote: >- | |
| "God, would you please get your tentacles off of my stomach," I uttered | |
| as Forrest groaned and slithered away from my bed; I swear, if anyone | |
| ever finds out I am dating an octopus, it will be social suicide. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Steve Lynch | |
| location: 'Tucson, AZ' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Gregory was falling in love with the doe-eyed Nora, not knowing that she | |
| could be an infuriating, complicated woman at times, like one of those | |
| self-service checkout machines at the grocery store where you can never | |
| figure out where to insert the money or get your change, plus the | |
| scanner never recognizes your jar of Vlasic sweet pickles so you have to | |
| call the attendant. | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Greg Homer | |
| location: 'Diamond Springs, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The frequent and robust bouts of coupling that young Liam shared with | |
| his robot girlfriend Esther-4.0, while satisfying, often reminded him of | |
| eating chocolate covered cherries without removing the foil wrapper. | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Jeremy Das | |
| location: 'Loughborough, England' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Zajaxian Planetary Law required that war, if it must be fought, be | |
| fought not with bombs, bullets and blood, as on our own primitive Earth, | |
| but with serried banks of immensely powerful mainframe computers, even | |
| though they were bulky to carry and unwieldy to throw. | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Kevin Kinzer | |
| location: 'Spokane, WA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As Capt. Kirk and his away team materialized on the planet’s surface and | |
| began to walk through town, their sudden, uncontrollable twitching and | |
| out-of-control hands, feet, and hips immediately led Kirk to suspect | |
| that the king of the Holodeck Disco, Mr. Spock, had intentionally | |
| transported them to Funkytown. | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Stephen Dourson | |
| location: 'Preble County, OH' | |
| quote: >- | |
| A blast from the cosmic storm front on the frontier of interstellar | |
| space, the Oort Meteor Storm sleeted silently through the eternal night, | |
| slicing invisible self-healing lacerations through the dark void as it | |
| bore down on Sedna Station where shortly it would slice through the | |
| intrepid Planetary Survey Team, lacerations neither invisible nor | |
| self-healing that would reduce them to vacuum-desiccated strawberry | |
| preserves floating in a titanium colander. | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Robert K Walters | |
| location: 'Asheville, NC' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Sven wondered, staring into Opal's trusting eyes, if he could truly | |
| marry her knowing that, in just three weeks, the stock market would | |
| crash, her father would jump out of a 10th story window, and he, the | |
| intrepid adventurer and time traveler, would return to the 21st century | |
| with millions of dollars worth of her old man's Coca Cola stock. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Bart King | |
| location: 'Portland, OR' | |
| quote: >- | |
| After purchasing an oval Chinese frying pan at the diminutive British | |
| aristocrat’s yard sale, Nigel realized that he’d just taken a long wok | |
| off a short Peer. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Dave Beck | |
| location: 'El Cerrito, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Fed up with Parisian hipsters using fancy foreign words to describe | |
| French food, Pierre decided un oeuf was un oeuf. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Josh Wright | |
| location: 'Piedmont, OK' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As Freddie donned his mercurial black waistcoat, trimmed his mustache, | |
| and helped his younger brother tie his ascot in preparation for the 22nd | |
| annual Ravencon he could not help but reflect how happy he was to be a | |
| Poe boy from a Poe family. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Julian Calvin | |
| location: 'Bellbrook, OH' | |
| quote: >- | |
| After almost twenty years of baldness, Harry finally decided to splurge | |
| on an expensive, human-hair wig—after all, four hundred dollars to look | |
| twenty years younger was a small price toupée. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: David Franks | |
| location: 'Fayetteville, AR' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Being a man of perspicacity, Alexander Graham Bell was able to treat his | |
| own stomach-ache (caused by eating three dozen raw oysters and a warm | |
| crock of sauerkraut on a bet) without the aid of his assistant, and when | |
| asked how he became ill, he would say only "Alimentary dare, Watson." | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Evaonne F. Hendricks | |
| location: 'Arcata, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Now that the former emperor, Napoleon, was dead, his doctors, the | |
| guards, and all the other soldiers hanging around decided to go out for | |
| a short bier. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Brent Guernsey | |
| location: 'Springfield, VA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Winky the flounder, lying flat on the ocean floor, looked about in | |
| horror as he took in the shreds of fish flesh that rained down on him | |
| from the massacre visited upon his family by the barracuda gang, and | |
| realized: "I'm the sole survivor." | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Stephanie Karnosh | |
| location: Springboro OH | |
| quote: >- | |
| "Yeehaw, boys, and so long," called Eugene 'Bullettooth Dynamite' Jones | |
| as he rode off into the torrential downpour on his 32-inch-tall | |
| miniature horse, Kevin, hiding a frown because he knew deep down in his | |
| heart he had yeed his last haw. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: David Hynes | |
| location: 'Bromma, Sweden' | |
| quote: >- | |
| No-one served up a steak quite as juicy as they did in Mother | |
| McDougal’s, so when the check arrived, Luke Mahan, the meanest | |
| gunslinger in the state, peeled off three greenbacks from his wad, threw | |
| in a dime tip, and told the elderly waitress it was “Three ten to you, | |
| ma.” | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Adam Johnson | |
| location: 'Longmont, CO' | |
| quote: >- | |
| They were tough men with tough jobs who frequented tough bars with | |
| rough, tough atmospheres, and the way they gripped their drinks, cigars, | |
| and cigarettes in a manly fashion never failed to impress the tough, | |
| hard-faced women who also frequented those same bars, and often ended up | |
| having their babies. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Lee Grossman | |
| location: 'Oakland, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The aroma of the madeleines stimulated Marcel’s intense memory of a | |
| woman from his past, coincidentally not named Madeleine but Gladys, who | |
| smelled like the Dickens so he decided to order the gruel instead. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: David Meech | |
| location: 'Auckland, New Zealand' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was the best of times, it was the worst of times – though any decent | |
| statistician might net those two factors together and conclude that | |
| things were fairly average all round. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Sarah Totton | |
| location: 'Guelph, Ontario' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The price was cheap, thought P.I. George Brown, but renting an office | |
| out the back of Farmer Frizzle's poultry barn didn't make the best of | |
| impressions, what with the spread-eagled cassowary mounted on the wall, | |
| the eggshells his clients had to walk on to get to his desk, and the | |
| barn's P.A. system, which continuously blared Radio 2020 CHICKEN FM | |
| (bock-bock-bock). | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Tom Venturino | |
| location: 'Encinitas, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was going to be one of those nights, maybe not dark and stormy, but | |
| nebulous and heavy, nevertheless; the kind of night you would endure | |
| rather than survive, the kind of night you would fear but could not | |
| anticipate, the kind of night I would weather as I had a thousand nights | |
| before with the steadfast companions who would once again escort me to | |
| dawn: Patsy, Roy, and Jack—that is, Cline, Orbison, and Daniels. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Samuel Gallentine | |
| location: 'Battle Ground, WA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| He sat on the tailgate of his truck, an old Ford Ranger as blue as the | |
| summer sky (although it was now winter), sucking on the ass end of his | |
| cigarette, taking puffs to the beat of his speakers as they blared an | |
| old Beetles tune, you know the one. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Grant Gordon | |
| location: 'North Sutton, NH' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Retired professional school dance chaperone, Ted Wilkerson, wandered the | |
| day room, prying couples apart with his chipped wooden cane, sneering | |
| and insisting, “Leave room for Jesus, you’ll be meeting him soon | |
| enough,” and “Let’s keep these crusty arrhythmic shamblings G-rated, | |
| folks.” | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Jim Jones | |
| location: 'Massillon, OH' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was a dark and shiny tube that Nurse Johnson slowly intubated into | |
| the patient's left nostril when suddenly Dr. Barbarino bent over to old | |
| man Kotter's ear and shouted, "Up your nose with a rubber hose!" | |
| whereupon old man Kotter tried to snort laugh but choked and died | |
| because he had a tube up his nose. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Krista Epton | |
| location: 'Edmonton, Canada' | |
| quote: >- | |
| His hot, fetid breath on the back of her neck pulled her from her sleep | |
| and she felt fear grip her as she recognized his presence and scrambled | |
| quickly to untangle herself from the sheets and exit the bed before | |
| Felix could hack up the forthcoming hairball. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Cass Lennox | |
| location: Switzerland | |
| quote: >- | |
| Puzzles, as Naomi was beginning to realise, after moving past beginner | |
| 500-piece illustrations into 2000-piece close-ups of nature, were the | |
| easy part of the competition—going head-to-head with a grandmother from | |
| Limerick on a 2,500-piece of cherry blossom needed finesse and technique | |
| along the lines of a tiny slingshot aimed at the bitch's corner pieces. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: David Hynes | |
| location: 'Bromma, Sweden' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Standing at the altar, dressed in white, Lucy could not help but think | |
| of the suitors she had turned down—Jock, Dick, and Willy—all lovely men, | |
| but not as lovely as her ultimate choice, now standing proudly at her | |
| side, to whom the vicar turned and questioned, “Do you, John Thomas, | |
| take Lucy . . . ?” | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Eric Anderson | |
| location: 'Bend, OR' | |
| quote: >- | |
| All I can say is that I have never been so insulted (even by the likes | |
| of my moronic sister (who seems to delight in making me uncomfortable | |
| (and she is so good at it, knowing just how to push my buttons (which I | |
| think is a skill that all siblings possess to some extent (which I | |
| believe proves some sort of genetic link (despite the fact that I really | |
| enjoyed genetics in school (relating on so many levels to Gregor Mendel | |
| and his peas (but of course peas make me gag, since my throat swells | |
| when I eat them)))))))) as I was by someone suggesting that I have ADD. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Everett Roberts | |
| location: 'Washington, DC' | |
| quote: >- | |
| She took a deep lungful of honeysuckle-scented air, though it didn't | |
| smell like honeysuckle because she lived in Colombia and that plant was | |
| not endemic to where she lived (but it is endemic to the author’s home, | |
| so in this story the air smells sweet like whatever’s similar in | |
| Colombia, and our story takes place there) and she wondered idly what | |
| that sweet smell in the air was. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: David Silver | |
| location: 'Greater Manchester, England' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As he left the cemetery after his grandmother's funeral, Victor wondered | |
| if Hollywood screen legend Robert Taylor had been interred under his | |
| real name, Spangler Arlington Brugh, and if so, how had they managed to | |
| fit all the letters onto his gravestone—an inappropriate thought on this | |
| sad family occasion, particularly so because his grandma's favourite | |
| movie actor had been Spencer Tracy. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Marty Williams | |
| location: 'Guelph, Ontario, Canada' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Accidentally dropping her phone, eyelids, and fake Ottawa Valley accent | |
| was not what Sarah Hemsworthington did best, or most often, or with the | |
| most confidence in her family of nine rather nasty siblings, and | |
| step-siblings, and half-to-one-quarter siblings—but it sure came close! | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Scott Wilson | |
| location: 'Corvallis, OR' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It seemed a cruel irony to Nigel when he realized, only in hindsight, | |
| how mistaken he had been to abandon his youthful ambition to become a | |
| technical writer and bend to his parents' wishes that he go into | |
| proctology. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Scott G. Witmer | |
| location: 'Allentown, PA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The fun had seemed innocent at first—simple handstands and easy | |
| dismounts, but as the hours passed the routines became more intricate | |
| and aggressive with cartwheels and round-offs, competitive and risky | |
| with back walkovers and flipping twists, until the twins’ mother ordered | |
| them to stop the nonsense and return Grandpa’s walker so he finally | |
| could get to the dinner table. | |
| '2020': | |
| - category: Grand Prize | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Lisa Kluber | |
| location: 'San Francisco, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Her Dear John missive flapped unambiguously in the windy breeze, hanging | |
| like a pizza menu on the doorknob of my mind. | |
| - category: Grand Panjandrum's Special Award | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Lisa Hanks | |
| location: 'Euless, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As hard-nosed P.I. Dan McKinnon stepped out into the gray gritty dawn, a | |
| bone chilling gust of filth-strewn wind wrapped the loose ends of his | |
| open trench coat around him like a day-old flour tortilla around a | |
| breakfast burrito with hash browns, sausage, and scrambled eggs, hold | |
| the pico. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Geoffrey Braden | |
| location: 'Seattle, WA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| "Haul away on those slug guskets, you bilge-scum!" roared the aged | |
| captain, leaning wearily against the starboard clog-hutch and watching | |
| as the mizzen spittlestoat rose majestically upward until it cuzzled | |
| atop the upper spit flukes, and cursing his fate that rum and advancing | |
| years compelled him to continually improvise names for the rigging of | |
| his own ship but then deciding, with a resigned sigh, that it didn't | |
| really matter. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: David Lourne | |
| location: 'Waterloo, Ontario, Canada' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Sally loved Geoff so deeply that if he were a pirate on a dread pirate | |
| ship (and not an insurance adjuster), snarling and drinking, murdering | |
| and raping his way across the Caribbean (well, maybe not raping, it was | |
| the sentiment that counted) and he had a peg leg, she would have gladly | |
| sawed her own leg off and sewed it to his stump with silken threads, so | |
| he could dance again, holding her up since she was now a sudden amputee. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: John Hardi | |
| location: 'Falls Church, VA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| None of us, not a single jack-tar of the ten poor souls consigned to the | |
| only surviving lifeboat from our torpedoed freighter, the “S.S. Walter | |
| Jacob,” the noblest vessel that ever hauled the weapons of war across | |
| the Seven Seas and back again, had a nickel's worth of life insurance. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: G. Andrew Lundberg | |
| location: 'Los Angeles, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As he slowly shadowed the white Amazon Prime van down Midvale Drive in | |
| the Fresno suburbs on a sweltering July afternoon, Nigel “Cutthroat” | |
| Hawkins thought back over his career —fastboating along the Somali | |
| coast, broadcasting at 50,000 watts from international waters just off | |
| the Isle of Man, running half a million counterfeit “Bourne Identity” | |
| DVDs out of Hong Kong—and had but a single question: is this really what | |
| piracy has come to? | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Ed Buhrer | |
| location: 'Louisa, VA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As the large wild turkey soared over him, propelled by the twin blasts | |
| from David’s shotgun, Michael gazed up at the cornbread-colored sky and | |
| thought, “What a blessed day to be a Christian!” | |
| - category: Children's & Young Adult Literature | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Robert Greer | |
| location: 'Gilbert, AZ' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As Charlotte meticulously finished her egg sac on the lonely rafter at | |
| the county fairgrounds, she thought about the future day when her | |
| children would burrow into Wilbur's flesh to consume him from the | |
| inside-out, and hummed her favorite song about the wheel of life rolling | |
| on. | |
| - category: Children's & Young Adult Literature | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: DJ Hicks | |
| location: 'Jr, Manchester, NJ' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Dorothy and Toto got kicked out of Kansas just before that group had | |
| several hits back in the day but at least Toto achieved some success | |
| with his band, while poor Dorothy, penniless and insane, lived under a | |
| bridge, prostituting herself and screaming about rainbows. | |
| - category: Children's & Young Adult Literature | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Paul Kollas | |
| location: 'Orlando, FL' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Once upon a time, in a far off magical kingdom, there lived a beautiful | |
| princess who was loved by everyone in the land, except, of course, for | |
| her servants, for whom she made every waking moment a living hell. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Yale Abrams | |
| location: 'Santa Rosa, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| When she walked into my office on that bleak December day, she was like | |
| a breath of fresh air in a coal mine; she made my canary sing. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Jarrett Dement | |
| location: 'Eau Claire, WI' | |
| quote: >- | |
| She sauntered into his smoke-filled office with legs that, although they | |
| didn’t go quite all the way to heaven, definitely went high enough for | |
| him to see that she was a giraffe. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Paul Kollas | |
| location: 'Orlando, FL' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The first thing I noticed about the detective’s office was how much it | |
| reminded me of the baggage claim at a nearby airport: the carpet was | |
| half a century out of date, it reeked of cigarettes and cheap booze, and | |
| I was moderately certain that my case had been lost. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Pete Zenz | |
| location: 'Middleton, WI' | |
| quote: >- | |
| “Handless” Harvey Hanker, the sharpest detective in the northern | |
| hemisphere, had little regard for fingerprints, but a nose like Karl | |
| Malden’s, and he could sniff out clues like a bloodhound with its nose | |
| buried in the groin of a fox. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Belinda Daly | |
| location: 'London, England' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Handsome French policeman, Andre Poiret, grappled with the puffed-up | |
| albino hitman, who was about to shoot the beautiful high-class call | |
| girl, Gigi Lamour, who was taking a shower in her apartment, with his | |
| big gun. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Leo Gordon | |
| location: 'Los Angeles, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The fact that the cantor's body was covered with a lamb shank, salt | |
| water and a mysterious concoction called charoseth, led Chief Passover | |
| Homicide investigator Ari Ben-Zvi to describe the pattern of murders as | |
| "uneven, perhaps unleavened." | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Frank Bennett | |
| location: 'Malvern, PA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was a dark and stormy night, explained Moscow weatherman Sergei | |
| Ivanovitch Nabokov, or Sergei Invanovich, fondly called Seryozha by some | |
| and Seryozhenka by his family, but don’t bother memorizing that as | |
| Sergei won’t appear again until the end of this book, when his weather | |
| forecast is heard in the background as we learn that the main character, | |
| Alexei Dmitriovich Makarov, or Alexei Dmitriovich, also known as | |
| Alyosha, Alyoshka, or Alyoshenka ( or simply Alexei M.) has shockingly | |
| died. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Benjamin Tennenbaum | |
| location: 'Chicago, IL' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was a dark and stormy night, the kind where the orchestra in a crime | |
| movie would bang on a piece of wavy sheet metal and blow raspberries to | |
| add ambience to the drizzle coming from an off-camera stagehand holding | |
| a garden hose. | |
| - category: Fantasy & Horror | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Grant Gordon | |
| location: 'North Sutton, NH' | |
| quote: >- | |
| “So, these are Hobbits?” Grenwildr thought to herself, making an attempt | |
| to seem worldly and not at all surprised by how small they were, despite | |
| the pressure to purchase quickly; the price was right and the | |
| taxidermist would be closing shop soon. | |
| - category: Fantasy & Horror | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Greg Homer | |
| location: 'San Vito, Costa Rica' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Upon reaching the age of 13, young Ker-Jar of the Hill People was | |
| anxious to complete the time honored Test-of-Manhood required for all | |
| boys his age; to hunt down and kill a corporate Director of Personnel | |
| Management using only a cordless belt sander. | |
| - category: Fantasy & Horror | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Tim Metz | |
| location: 'Kokomo, IN' | |
| quote: >- | |
| She was the aptly named Queen of Night, dark in demeanor and sullen in | |
| psyche, nocturnal as well so her given names, Madleve, Noirine, | |
| Vespereth were spoken only in the eboonic gloom of a moonless night | |
| whereas otherwise everyone just called her “Debbie.” | |
| - category: Fantasy & Horror | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Robert Greer | |
| location: 'Queen Creek, AZ' | |
| quote: >- | |
| "Master Wlfindermx sauntered across the Plains of Teflandous towards the | |
| city of Gjorgturc carrying the mythical Blade of Vulbertrian, once owned | |
| by Lord Leszsoriog," wrote the author, who wanted to make the life of | |
| the audiobook narrator a living hell. | |
| - category: Fantasy & Horror | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Gideon Gordon | |
| location: 'Boston, MA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| “You may know my true name,” gloated Archmage-Emperor !Gfńatt’ | |
| Bdúnśṽiobfhńr to the foolish traitor who had dared try to end his | |
| glorious mage-empire’s reign, “but can you pronounce it?” | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Edward Covolo | |
| location: 'Menlo Park, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| When Sir John of York fought in the crusades, he killed many Saracens | |
| with great dispatch, and was likened unto a whirling dervish of steel | |
| and Christian might—minus the dizziness from constantly spinning in a | |
| circle, and the fact that he was on a horse that couldn't do that. | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Art Feenan | |
| location: 'Kennesaw, GA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Before the beginning God leaned forward from the Empyrean Throne and | |
| gazed at the heaps of OED fascicles littered in layers across the cloudy | |
| carpet, still uncertain just which Word was the perfect one with which | |
| to begin and seriously annoyed that She had decided to do the whole damn | |
| thing in English . . . | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: James Fuerholzer | |
| location: 'Crystal Lake, IL' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The fearsome isle of Gandew was home to two native tribes: the | |
| Lacenites, a proud warrior race, and the Demescans, a warrior race but | |
| not exactly proud of it, as they found the whole "raping and pillaging" | |
| enterprise a bit distasteful, but recognized the fact you can't build an | |
| empire on artisanal ceramics alone. | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: John Holmes | |
| location: 'St. Petersburg, FL' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The Bulgars (Bulgaris), a 17th century semi-nomadic Turkic tribe, are | |
| often unfairly compared to the Vulgars, who invented the leather bikini | |
| in honor of Princess Urskika from Pacific Palisades. | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: G. Andrew Lundberg | |
| location: 'Los Angeles, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Deep within the Great Pyramid, Pharaoh Khufu gazed at the walls of what | |
| would eventually be his burial chamber, asking himself what he had been | |
| thinking in entrusting its adornment to the teenaged Prince and | |
| Princess, but comforting himself with the certainty that the younger | |
| generation would soon tire of these annoying “emoticons” and return to | |
| the rich thirty-character Egyptian alphabet. | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: James Cope | |
| location: 'Sanford, NC' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was the time of the Salem witch hunts when Pastor Edwin Shaunsberry | |
| entered his home one night to a scene of horror in which, just beyond | |
| his son drawing pentagrams on the floor and his wife writhing as if | |
| demon-possessed, he saw the cat with the last bit of bacon in its mouth. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Candy Mosely | |
| location: 'Hydro, OK' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The biker gang roared into the parking lot of the bar and grill like a | |
| troop of howler monkeys trying to lure mates, the gravel beneath the | |
| tires of their well-oiled bikes crunching like the dill pickle spears | |
| the place served alongside their famous tuna salad, BLT, and Reuben | |
| sandwiches. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Edward Covolo | |
| location: 'Menlo Park, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Ah, dearest Lumplina: Her lips were a symphony, her face was a melody, | |
| and her body was a concerto—except for that one hangnail that was like a | |
| strident E-chord from a sleepy, hungover guitarist who, if he shows up | |
| drunk again to practice, so help me I will kick him out of the band—yes, | |
| that was Lumplina. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Connie Kleinjans | |
| location: 'Honolulu, HI' | |
| quote: >- | |
| He revved the engine—filling the air with a deep, throaty roar, rather | |
| like a giant with a wretched head cold, a rumbling cough, and nasty post | |
| nasal drip (the kind where your swollen throat hurts so horribly, and | |
| your eyes turn red and watery, which only makes the cold more drippy | |
| [and the phlegm!])—and sped off. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Elly Fantain | |
| location: 'Kfar Saba, Israel' | |
| quote: >- | |
| On March seventeenth, when the dawning sunshine was drying up the rows | |
| of tufted fog lying gently over the meadows on both sides of the highway | |
| and turning them into wisps of lace floating over the road in front of | |
| him, Jamie, on his way home after a night shift at the plant, decided to | |
| quit. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Mark Lawrence | |
| location: 'Columbus, OH' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Hattie fell to the scratched mint linoleum floor with a thud heard only | |
| on the third day after Halloween, when discarded Jack-o'-lanterns are | |
| strewn over frozen fields, now rotting shells mashing into the | |
| permafrost, spilling seed like a sailor on furlough after seven months | |
| at sea. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Kathy Chapman | |
| location: 'Canandaigua, NY' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The rain fell in buckets as I walked the cobbled streets of Old Town, | |
| although I supposed, if rain really came in buckets one might land on my | |
| head and knock me unconscious so I’d much prefer raining cats and dogs | |
| because I’m quite fond of cats, but better still if were hot enough to | |
| fry an egg on the pavement as I’m rather peckish. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Kagte Minyard | |
| location: 'Denver, CO' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The sound of his raspy voice and the feel of his chilly hand on her | |
| shoulder made her shudder, like the wooden things on the sides of | |
| windows, but a verb rather than a noun, and with two d’s rather than two | |
| t’s. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Julie Winspear | |
| location: 'Washington, D.C.' | |
| quote: >- | |
| In Gertrude’s experience lovemaking was always bittersweet, or at least | |
| it had been until one fateful night when Chaz, the seductive man behind | |
| the concession stand blessed her with the salty-sweet bliss reminiscent | |
| of both true romance and quality kettle corn. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Leo Gordon | |
| location: 'Los Angeles, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Gasping for breath as she lay in the dew-laden lakeside grass, Rifka | |
| Lieberman's chest heaved with rising passion as Saul Cohen approached | |
| with the inhaler she had left behind at the assisted living facility. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Mike Bowerbank | |
| location: 'Vancouver, Canada' | |
| quote: >- | |
| In his passion, he tore at her clothes, popping the buttons off her | |
| blouse, causing her to moan deeply, as she dreaded the thought of having | |
| to find beige buttons on the off-white carpeting, to say nothing of her | |
| hatred of sewing and her hopes that her favourite blouse wasn't ruined. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Randy Blanton | |
| location: 'Murfreesboro, TN' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Jarrod, lying in the bed next to Selina, on his side with his head in | |
| his hand, asked, “What would your husband do if he saw me right now?” | |
| and Selina, who was watching her husband sneak up on Jarrod holding a | |
| tire iron with two hands raised above his head, replied, “Probably sneak | |
| up on you with a tire iron raised above his head, preparing to use it | |
| for something other than its intended purpose.” | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Kelly Hay | |
| location: 'Milwaukee, WI' | |
| quote: >- | |
| She awoke dreamily as she fumbled around on her side table for her | |
| alarm, knowing that the restless dreams of her faceless lover would be | |
| forgotten like that guy in the movie “Cocktail”—not Tom Cruise, but the | |
| other guy. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Ed Buhrer | |
| location: 'Louisa, VA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| “Of all the bars and all the taxidermy shops in all the world, why did | |
| she have to walk into mine?” Hank wondered, “and when did Wanda shave | |
| off the moustache?” | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: MJ Hurben | |
| location: 'Bloomington, MN' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Her lips hesitated to meet his—as one might hesitate to immerse their | |
| hand in the toilet tank to reconnect the chain, because they worry that | |
| the water is . . . you know, dirty—but she granted him the kiss (just as | |
| one does, eventually, fix the chain, because if not, the toilet will | |
| never flush, and who wants that?). | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: DJ Hicks | |
| location: 'Jr., Manchester, NJ' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Farmer Bob, unlucky in love and life in general, received yet another | |
| Dear John letter, this time from Bubbles Magaggaggey, the last blind | |
| woman in town, so here he was, alone and penniless; so penniless, in | |
| fact, that he neglected to make the payments on his tractor and soon | |
| received a John Deere letter, coincidentally from Bubbles, who ran the | |
| Tractor Emporium. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Lisa Hanks | |
| location: 'Euless, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It had been fifty-seven days since Madi left him, and still her stinging | |
| parting words slithered through Brett’s mind and echoed jarringly in the | |
| emptiness of his life like a half-frozen iguana falling out of a tree in | |
| an unseasonable Cozumel cold snap. | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: David Hynes | |
| location: 'Bromma, Sweden' | |
| quote: >- | |
| "You folks from outa town?” inquired waitress Ginny, shifting her wad of | |
| gum, notepad at the ready to take the orders, while the slime-green, | |
| scale-covered, three-eyed members of the Dzznks family, who had | |
| travelled many a parsec from their rock planet home in the Large | |
| Magellanic Cloud, rubbering their eyes over the menu in Buck’s Diner, | |
| wondered if ‘grits’ tasted just as good as they sounded. | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Sue Doenim | |
| location: England | |
| quote: >- | |
| “The quantum flux field of the post-Einsteinian hyperdrive has gone | |
| asymptotically and we are in danger of approaching singularity as | |
| described by the Schrodinger equations!” cried Captain Quirke, having no | |
| clue what he said, only knowing it sounded sciencey, secretly crossing | |
| his fingers behind his back and hoping there were no physicists reading | |
| because he didn’t want any pedantic letters saying it was nonsense. | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Randy Blanton | |
| location: 'Murfreesboro, TN' | |
| quote: >- | |
| In the midst of fleeing the city which was under heavy assault by the | |
| invading aliens, known as Comadans, in their octagon shaped flying | |
| machines, Marjorie fell to the ground with a twisted ankle and feared | |
| the inevitable, until a Comadan, in a moment of alien compassion, picked | |
| her up and took her inside where he put her to work washing the dishes | |
| and scrubbing the toilets. | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Gregory Feeley | |
| location: 'Hamden, CT' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The arrival of the Earthlings with their superior trade goods had | |
| devastated the Trmfflagons’ civilization, but Krrsqtch vowed that by | |
| before night fell, his people’s pincers-to-mandible existence would come | |
| to an end. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Aaron Cabe | |
| location: 'Hillsboro, OR' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As the passing of Keith Richards was announced on the evening news, just | |
| as had been done with Mick Jagger, Charlie Watts, and Ronnie Wood before | |
| him, Jorge gazed at the television in his Tijuana home and felt a | |
| sickening knot form in his stomach, for he realized that finally, after | |
| all the albums, concert tours, and era-defining cultural impact, the | |
| Rolling Stones would gather no más. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Amy Torchinsky | |
| location: 'Chapel Hill, NC' | |
| quote: >- | |
| With a whole Holst of problems Mahler Liszt unRaveling from the Verdi | |
| beginning, Chaz was the most clueless employee ever at SCHUBERTTER | |
| BELIEVE IT!, but the straw that Baroque the camel's Bach—that led his | |
| supervisor to finally fly Orff the Handel—was watching as Chaz lost his | |
| balance while attempting to climb a ladder with his arms containing the | |
| entire store inventory, and he decided once and for all that Chaz was | |
| destined for the Chopin block. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: F. Michael Angelo | |
| location: 'Plowville, PA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Enid shrewdly considered the lushness of litigation for copyright | |
| infringement as she once more reviewed her genealogical studies which | |
| revealed that her aunt, Senta Berger, whose first husband was Gregor | |
| Mendel and second was Carl Czerny made her a Senta Mendel Czerny. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Bart King | |
| location: 'Portland, OR' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As the angry mob of poets filled the National Mall, a group of | |
| sonneteers and ballad-mongers surged toward the Capitol Building, but it | |
| wasn't until the Japanese poem enthusiasts stormed the White House that | |
| I realized this was a genuine haiku d'etat. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Jay Dardenne | |
| location: 'Baton Rouge, LA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Louie "The Limp" Lorenzo was the first one the feds indicted because in | |
| the gangster world where they have a language all their own everyone | |
| knowed that nobody knowed as much as da Limp knowed. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Tim Metz | |
| location: 'Kokomo, IN' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Although Snake-Eye Slade had told him to get out of town (in some | |
| old-timey western vernacular), Allthumbs McGubbins reckoned that ever | |
| since the unfortunate pistol-in-the-holster discharge accident, he | |
| couldn’t quite manage a skedaddle but felt that his departure would | |
| require something faster than a mosey. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Arlen Feldman | |
| location: 'Colorado Springs, CO' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As sheriff, I had handled most of the Dwarf gang, having shot Sleepy, | |
| Bashful and Sneezy, strung up Grumpy and Dopey and disemboweled Happy, | |
| but Doc, since you got away, I’m sending Happy’s entrails to you, until | |
| we meet again. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Randy Blanton | |
| location: 'Murfreesboro, TN' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Lou, the bartender, knew that gunfire in the saloon was pert near sure | |
| when Rex threw down his cards at the poker game, rose from his chair and | |
| accused Charlie of cheating, and then Charlie replying, “Yeah, well, if | |
| you spent more time with your missus then she wouldn’t be spending so | |
| much time rollin’ round with me in your hayloft.” | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Jonas Lefkowitch | |
| location: 'Glen Ridge, NJ' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Folk peered out from shuttered up houses, hotels, saloons, and | |
| storefronts as the fearsome gunslingers faced each other down in the | |
| midst of the muddy thoroughfare, knitted brows beaded with sweat, eyes | |
| narrowed and unblinking, lips curled into cruel sneers, hands poised at | |
| holstered six-shooters, when a stagecoach came tearing up the road and | |
| flattened both those bastards but good. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Greg Homer | |
| location: 'San Vito, Costa Rica' | |
| quote: >- | |
| With all three baserunners standing on second base and two of them | |
| crying, Little League umpire Brittany Skiles thought to herself; ‘Rule | |
| Brittany; Brittany waive the rules.’ | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Peter S. Bjorkman & Benjamin P. Bjorkman | |
| location: 'Rocklin, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| A young and only slightly slack-shouldered Igor acted on his hunch —that | |
| University of Ingolstadt organic chemistry morgue interns (whose | |
| collective job was to replace decaying corpses with ‘fresh’ cadavers) | |
| might better recall the destination protocol with an appropriate | |
| mnemonic device: “to Victor go the spoils.” | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Tony Buccella | |
| location: 'Allegany, NY' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The gentle, rhythmic sound of water lapping at the metal hull of the | |
| boat transported Phillip back to a simpler time of marshmallow campfires | |
| and magical summers at the lake until, upon waking, he came to realize | |
| it was only the sound of the Roomba vacuuming robot which had | |
| short-circuited and was running repeatedly into the baseboard heat | |
| register. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Jordan Busby | |
| location: 'Leander, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Our story opens, unfortunately, in Florida; a place that's only good for | |
| unhappy old couples living in mobile homes—oh, and the childhood trauma | |
| of making awkward conversation with the cast members dressed as | |
| princesses at Disney World. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Shaun Calvert | |
| location: England | |
| quote: >- | |
| The best job in the world is often debated and Grogslac had thought his | |
| new job as head of the volcano virgin sacrifice procurement and delivery | |
| committee would be it, as he was expecting potential ‘clients’ to be | |
| lining up to prove they weren’t eligible, but he found they took one | |
| look at him and started climbing. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Ray Campbell | |
| location: 'Redwood Shores, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Digby was fine with wearing a mask, since he wanted to do his part to | |
| help flatten the proverbial curve, but the elastic straps on the one his | |
| wife made for him chafed the back of his ears like his first jock strap, | |
| which was two sizes too small and abraded his inner thighs until they | |
| were raw. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Savannah Carmichael | |
| location: 'St. Charles, MO' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As Professor Quinter surveyed his students, his gaze was drawn to their | |
| scrappy sets of cookware and their bemused faces staring stupidly at the | |
| history professor's presentation on Carthage, and with a sigh, Quinter | |
| realized that the students had misread the day's agenda, which was | |
| "Hannibal Lecture." | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Jack Ciotti | |
| location: 'The Villages, FL' | |
| quote: >- | |
| She swept into the ballroom, expensively dressed, coiffed, and | |
| bejeweled, her opulent display most obviously done for the same reason | |
| that a baboon has a red butt, both saying, "Pay attention to me!" | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Steve Cormier | |
| location: 'Slatington, PA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Having lost part of her left ear while working in a circus | |
| knife-throwing act during the summer between her junior and senior | |
| years, Karen felt all the more reassured about her decision to major in | |
| statistics, but she couldn't help but to ponder the probability of | |
| regaining physical symmetry were she to return to the circus for one | |
| more summer after she graduated. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Pat DuVal | |
| location: 'Arlington, VA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| “Dilly, Dilly,” Nelda sobbed, “Tell me you still care, Dilly,” as his | |
| blood spurted rhythmically onto her freshly-starched, pink pinafore—the | |
| one given to her on her 16th birthday by her maternal grandmother, Nana | |
| Gertrude, the one she had worn the previous Sunday to the witch dunking, | |
| the one she swore never to stain— which was now permanently stained, but | |
| she mused that it didn’t matter since it was in the same color family. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: John W. Engle III | |
| location: 'Houston, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Her breasts heaving like the 50-pound sacks of grain thrown over the | |
| shoulders of sweaty dock workers, Karen stepped up to the counter and | |
| demanded to see the manager, as only a Karen would. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Arlen Feldman | |
| location: 'Colorado Springs, CO' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The rules of drama are many and varied, but the most important, as | |
| stated by the great writer Chekhov, is that if there is a banana covered | |
| in axle grease in act one, then you’d better hope that the theater burns | |
| down before act five. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: John Hardi | |
| location: 'Falls Church, VA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Call me Ishmael, for my tale is that of the only survivor of the attack | |
| by a great white whale on the “Pequod,” our Nantucket whaling vessel, | |
| and though the story is so fantastic you may be tempted to question my | |
| veracity, I need only remind you that writers write and readers read, | |
| and you really should stay in your own lane. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Drew Herman | |
| location: 'Port Angeles, WA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| “You know, Pierre,” said Harry Sackville-Soup to the friend seated | |
| opposite him in the Chloroform Club’s smoking room, using much the same | |
| tone that precipitated their trek across the Dark Continent last year | |
| and that cost poor Fellowes three of his toes the year before that, | |
| “I’ll wager I can turn a guttersnipe into a ragamuffin in time for | |
| Ascot.” | |
| '2021': | |
| - category: Grand Prize | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Stu Duval | |
| location: 'Auckland, New Zealand' | |
| quote: >- | |
| A lecherous sunrise flaunted itself over a flatulent sea, ripping the | |
| obsidian bodice of night asunder with its rapacious fingers of gold, | |
| thus exposing her dusky bosom to the dawn’s ogling stare. | |
| - category: Grand Panjandrum's Special Award | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: David Hynes | |
| location: 'Bromma, Sweden' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Victor Frankenstein admired his masterpiece stretched out on the lab | |
| slab; it was almost human, OK, no conscience or social awareness, and | |
| not too bright, but a little plastic surgery to hide the scars and | |
| bolts, maybe a spray tan and a hairdo, and this guy could run for | |
| President! | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Greg Homer | |
| location: 'San Vito, Costa Rica' | |
| quote: >- | |
| When I asked our novice Safari guide Guy Pommeroy to identify what that | |
| roaring sound was he replied (and these were his last words), “It sounds | |
| to me like someone with a bad case of bronchitis; I’ll check and be | |
| right back.” | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: G. Andrew Lundberg | |
| location: 'Los Angeles, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Among the more useful life lessons that jumping out of a perfectly good | |
| airplane teaches you are that money isn’t everything and that species | |
| chauvinism can really limit your opportunities for finding happiness, | |
| thought D.B. Cooper as he canoodled with his common-law Sasquatch wife | |
| D'un'h in their cozy lean-to deep in the sodden Cascade foothills. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Drew Herman | |
| location: 'Port Angeles, WA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The collapse of the Taiping Rebellion and my subsequent wanderings to | |
| avoid the deadly clutches of vengeful imperial agents form the basis of | |
| this narrative, a narrative whose very existence and use of the first | |
| person pretty much ruin any sense of suspense that might have made it | |
| worth reading. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Derek Lepoutre | |
| location: 'Pickering, Ontario, Canada' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As Dr. Steinbeck fought off the stone monstrosities that had ambushed | |
| the expedition crews deep within the Mayan pyramid, his lifelong friend, | |
| Dr. Williams, chose to heed his colleague’s wise words and “run while | |
| you still can”—a choice that ultimately left us stuck with him for a | |
| protagonist rather than the infinitely more intriguing late Dr. | |
| Steinbeck. | |
| - category: Children's & Young Adult Literature | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Paul Kollas | |
| location: 'Orlando, FL' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Despite an exhaustive search, rescuers were unable to locate young | |
| Christopher Robin in the Hundred Acre Wood before hypothermia took him, | |
| and the animals he once called friends descended upon his corpse like a | |
| silly old bear upon a pot of hunny. | |
| - category: Children's & Young Adult Literature | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Donald J. Hicks | |
| location: 'Jr., Manchester, NJ' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Little Timmy suffered from Claustraphobia: the fear of being trapped in | |
| a closet with Santa Claus. | |
| - category: Children's & Young Adult Literature | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Greg Homer | |
| location: 'San Vito, Costa Rica' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Even though Bambi the deer grew up to become a sleek and powerful | |
| 10-point buck, the other deer frequently chided him about his name, | |
| which was a perfectly fine name for a cocktail waitress but not so much | |
| for a male deer. | |
| - category: Children's & Young Adult Literature | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Kyla Guimaraes | |
| location: 'New York, NY' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Mary savored her stew, enjoying every last warm, flavorful bite, each | |
| one reminding her of her little lamb, Coco, and the way he would hop | |
| alongside her joyfully as they walked down the lane . . . speaking of | |
| Coco, where was he, anyways? | |
| - category: Children's & Young Adult Literature | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Francis Nys | |
| location: 'Mechelen, Belgium' | |
| quote: >- | |
| “Ding dong, the witch is dead, ding dong, the witch is dead, ding . . . | |
| “ before I could tenor the next “dong” the black cat that had been | |
| sitting on the unmarked grave fixated me with a strange look and a | |
| sudden burst of sparkles came over me and changed me from a villager to | |
| a green frog, and now I spend my days sitting on the edge of the duck | |
| pond in which we drowned the witch, all alone and afraid a Frenchman | |
| would come along and fancy my little legs. | |
| - category: Children's & Young Adult Literature | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Andrea Nicole Carlos | |
| location: 'Union City, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As Snow White, the fairest of them all, rushes into the forest to escape | |
| being killed by her evil stepmother, she is about to be the most | |
| unfortunate of them all because now she is trapped in a miniature home | |
| as the pseudo-mother to seven man children. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Paul Scheeler | |
| location: 'Buffalo, NY' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The Big Joe Palooka murder wasn’t just another killing, another | |
| homicide, another manslaughter, another slaying, another hit, another | |
| whack, another rubbing-out, another bumping-off, another assassination, | |
| another liquidation, another extermination, another execution—but it was | |
| nothing new for Johnny Synonymous, Obsessive-Compulsive Crime Fighter. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Mark Meiches | |
| location: 'Dallas, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| "Irony,” bombasted Inspector Simons, "is when someone believes | |
| themselves more clever than anyone else in the room, but in fact they | |
| are careless, and foolish, like the murderer— MATILDA DANNER—yes, | |
| Matilda, YOU killed—wait, um . . . where's Matilda?" | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Michael McDermott | |
| location: 'Dublin, Ireland' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The cat purred like a Geiger counter beside the fireplace which crackled | |
| like gunfire (which reminded Detective Greenwich of his service in The | |
| Ukraine and The Latvia), this feline being the only witness to the | |
| murder of the wet nurse and, unless purring counts, he wasn't talking. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Justin C. McCarthy | |
| location: 'Cranston, RI' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Detective Hill raised his service pistol and pointed it at the suspect, | |
| a master of disguise hiding in plain sight as a living statue in central | |
| park: “Freeze!” he called out. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Edward Bulwer-Lytton | |
| location: '' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents—except at | |
| occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind | |
| which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), | |
| rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of | |
| the lamps that struggled against the darkness. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Louise Taylor | |
| location: 'Paris, France' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was a dark and stormy . . . morning, Gotcha! — this is just the first | |
| of innumerable twists and turns that you, dear Reader, will struggle to | |
| keep abreast of as I unfold my tale of adventure as second plumber | |
| aboard the hapless SS Hotdog during that fateful summer of 1974. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Jeff Laurence | |
| location: 'Carmel, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was a dark and stormy night, as disorienting and miasmic as the | |
| inside of the bag of an industrial strength vacuum cleaner with a | |
| shredded HEPA filter being dragged over a steel foundry floor. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Hwei Oh | |
| location: 'Sydney, Australia' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was a dark and stormy night that caused Beryl's anxiety to flare up, | |
| that and the giant mutated Madagascan Hissing cockroach which had taken | |
| residence in her kitchen, and earlier that evening had made light work | |
| of Nibbles, her ageing Mini Lop Rabbit. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Jack Holiday | |
| location: 'Burbank, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Dark and stormy, the night screamed like a ravished virgin .... the | |
| dark, stormy night ranted madly in a barometric tantrum .... it was an | |
| ebonic nocturnal tempest .... the stygian typhoon of eventide .... | |
| prosopopeic fuliginous Nyx, enceinte as it were with lachrymal lamia | |
| farouche as Hecate, disbosomed upon her terrene demiorb an empyreal | |
| borasque. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Steve Lauducci | |
| location: 'Bethlehem, PA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in Torrance, but not in | |
| nearby Rancho Palos Verdes, which was unusual given the two towns' | |
| proximity. | |
| - category: Fantasy & Horror | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Donald J. Hicks | |
| location: 'Jr., Manchester, NJ' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Upon his death, Van Helsing wrote: “This Vexes me still to-day . . . | |
| with no Mirror able to cast his Curs’d Reflection, how did Dracula comb | |
| his hair so perfectly every time and achieve such a clean, close shave | |
| that brought the babes in truckloads??” | |
| - category: Fantasy & Horror | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Neil B Harrison | |
| location: 'Springville, UT' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Our story begins in the cozy cottage of Bynnoldh-Dyr, son of | |
| Asgwitch-Torgwyr, in the idyllic elven village of Myrthffolwrd, but our | |
| book actually begins some two hundred pages earlier, in which you are | |
| pummeled by irrelevant history and unpronounceable names, because my | |
| publisher is paying me by the word. | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Dave Hurt | |
| location: 'Harrogate, England' | |
| quote: >- | |
| at the boatman holding the list, certain that the man was toying with | |
| him, whilst in the background Mount Vesuvius rumbled like a pregnant | |
| woman with severe morning sickness. | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Francis Nys | |
| location: 'Mechelen, Belgium' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Standing on the top of his half-finished pyramid, and surveying the long | |
| rows of stone pullers and whip crackers, the Pharaoh had a pang of | |
| doubt: was he building the key to his eternal life, or would it later be | |
| regarded as a mere tourist trap? | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Greg Homer | |
| location: 'San Vito, Costa Rica' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Neanderthal parents Hru-Vak and Chee were none too happy when their | |
| oldest girl Fa-al brought home one of those recently arrived Homo sapien | |
| boys but after a while they grew accustomed to his non-protruding brow | |
| ridge, upright posture, and problem-solving abilities. | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Scott Lyons | |
| location: 'Stirling, Scotland' | |
| quote: >- | |
| To the rest of the world, General Sir Antony Alexander Agamemnon | |
| Hardcastle may have been the Scourge of the French, the Hero of the | |
| Borghorst Pass, and the fourth-worst enemy of the late Napoleon | |
| Bonaparte, but to the waitress at the Badger's Head Tavern and Grill, he | |
| was just another customer—and if he called her "cutie pie" one more | |
| time, she was going to do to him with one fork what Boney couldn't with | |
| a thousand men. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Paul Kollas | |
| location: 'Orlando, FL' | |
| quote: >- | |
| His voice rang out sweet and loud, like maple syrup that had achieved | |
| speech and wished to push its deeply held political beliefs on others. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Stu Duval | |
| location: 'Auckland, New Zealand' | |
| quote: >- | |
| With one bound she was at the bookcase reaching for the heaviest book | |
| she could find to halt her attacker, a thesaurus of indeterminate, | |
| inconclusive, or unstipulated weight, ponderosity, or heftiness, with | |
| which she intended to pummel, lapidate or belabor her assailant’s skull, | |
| cranium or brainpan. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Daniel Leyde | |
| location: 'Shoreline, WA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As the dawn begin to break, Debby and Robert, their arms tightly wrapped | |
| around each other, watched in awe as the sky turned a brilliant pinkish | |
| red as the sun’s rays inched their way down the slopes of the craggy | |
| peaks of the Rocky Mountains, but this was Canada so the rays were | |
| centimetering their way down the slopes. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Roni Markowitz | |
| location: 'Brooklyn, NY' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As the two beheld each other, Lady Asthenia's bosom swelled with love | |
| like two perfectly popped pans of Jiffy Pop while Lord Mycort's heart | |
| melted like butter, making their union complete. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: CP Marsh | |
| location: 'Urbana, IL' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Their eyes had met and they'd had coffee, but now Miss | |
| latte-mocha-with-a-chai-twist bid a wistful adieu to Mr. | |
| black-cup-of-Joe-strong-enough-to-walk-over-and-beat-up-the-cheese-Danish, | |
| and they parted. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Randall Card | |
| location: 'Bellingham, WA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Brigid O’Hanion was the fairest flower of Southern womanhood, and Lt. | |
| Lance Beauregard was almost blind with lust for her, but after he | |
| slipped off her hoop skirt, unbuttoned her lacy blouse, untied her | |
| incredibly tight corset, dove beneath the rustling crinoline petticoats, | |
| and laboriously inched off her pantalets, he realized his mood had | |
| shifted and he now wondered if there was still some cold ham on the | |
| sideboard downstairs. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Izzy Maurer | |
| location: 'Lincoln, England' | |
| quote: >- | |
| He had never seen such a beautiful woman, he thought to himself as his | |
| blind date was being escorted to their table at the restaurant, although | |
| unfortunately he hadn't seen her yet and was just staring at a framed | |
| photograph taken three years earlier of a famous actress standing | |
| awkwardly with the restaurant manager. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: David S Nelson | |
| location: 'Falls Church, VA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| He figured a little tongue-flirting in the afternoon might open the door | |
| to some serious sandy acrobatics in the evening, but he was wrong, | |
| because his wife, like all two-banded Duck Head Lizards, only enjoyed | |
| love in the hot noontime sun. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: David Hynes | |
| location: 'Bromma, Sweden' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The door to happiness, which was now closed so cruelly for Clare, had | |
| been slammed shut the day Jimmy died, yet she lived in hope that someday | |
| somewhere someone would come, not perhaps with that superior key of | |
| Jimmy’s, the one that fitted the compatible lock of her affections so | |
| perfectly, but one like the card-key that finally manages to open the | |
| door of your dreary motel room after a whole heap of jiggling and | |
| fiddling. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Lisa Hanks | |
| location: 'Euless, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As he dejectedly flipped the light switch on, Mason’s heavy sigh did | |
| little to fill the lonesome expanse of his bathroom where only the HIS | |
| towel remained, crumpled in a stiff pile on the floor, like a rigor | |
| mortis-riddled reminder of the death of his marriage now awaiting a | |
| chalk outline. | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Reinhold Friebertshauser | |
| location: 'Chagrin Falls, OH' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Believe it or not Ripley refrained from firing her laser at the alien | |
| creature lurking in the starship’s ceiling above the crew’s happy hour | |
| gathering, its dripping secretions burning through the titanium floor | |
| like it was made of cheap wet toilet paper, when she discovered by sheer | |
| accident that just one drop of the oozing substance reacted with the | |
| contents of her cocktail glass to produce a martini so perfect that 007 | |
| himself would have betrayed Queen and country for just one sip, as long | |
| as it was shaken and not stirred. | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Richard Grennan | |
| location: 'Shanghai, China' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Even out here in zero gravity her absence was dragging him down, he | |
| missed her wonky smile, her long delicate fingers, the little moments, | |
| the scales of her inner thighs rubbing against his soft human skin, her | |
| tentacles stretching involuntarily during the night and stealing the | |
| covers, but she was gone now and a million light years kept them apart. | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Dave Drews | |
| location: 'Henderson, NV' | |
| quote: >- | |
| In the waning seconds before a blinding blast from the evil enemy’s | |
| warship turned Sam’s spaceship into a mini-sun bursting forth in the | |
| scorched planet’s night sky like a budding rose in the blush of spring | |
| on another planet that still had seasons, he waxed poetic about how | |
| different his life would have been if he’d taken his uncle’s offer to | |
| become a shepherd on that planet that still had seasons. | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: David S Nelson | |
| location: 'Falls Church, VA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| On the distant planet Okra Minor, Botanical Man thought about his | |
| girlfriend Iris gracefully slipping off her frilly green planties and | |
| maybe removing her bracts, and his mind was suddenly awhirl with all the | |
| love-words in his language: stamen, pistil, petiole, blossom, pollen, | |
| honeybee, seedling, sap; his fronds opened up and his tendrils would be | |
| a-quiver until he met her again by pale moonlight in their private | |
| plant-bed. | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Randall Card | |
| location: 'Bellingham, WA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| around the star three times a week, its holds filled with popcorn and | |
| that rancid-smelling butter substitute. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Fr. Jerry Kopacek | |
| location: 'Elma, IA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| One time at the hoagie shop the actress Ms. O'Hara asked what the tiny | |
| pimiento-stuffed thing in my cheddar-bread sandwich was and I had to | |
| respond: "Wee olive in a yellow sub, Maureen." | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: David Laatsch | |
| location: 'Baton Rouge, LA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Post-game cake, long a clubhouse tradition for the Mudville Nine, was | |
| taken off the menu when new manager Sperb Farquhar made it clear that | |
| everybody, including the team's sluggers, would be called on to | |
| sacrifice bundt. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Ben Connor | |
| location: 'Wilmington, Delaware' | |
| quote: >- | |
| After commandeering the Black Dog Saloon for a day and a half to lay out | |
| every map, zoning ordinance, and land deed in the Territory, and after | |
| checking and rechecking their cartographic calculations, Tumbleweed | |
| Mulligan and Johnny "Trigger" McAllister were forced to admit that there | |
| might just be room in this town for the both of them. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Mark and Michelle Meiches | |
| location: 'Dallas, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| In the one-horse town, she gave the two-timing man to the count of three | |
| to get down on all fours and give her five reasons she shouldn't use her | |
| 6-shooter on him for violating the 7th Commandment. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Kevin Kinzer | |
| location: 'Spokane, WA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| A major city’s new community policing guidelines have struck a notable | |
| compromise: police will first attempt to defuse all conflict situations | |
| by singing, “Stop, in the Name of Love,” but the public should know that | |
| holding palms out like The Supremes is optional, as is “before you break | |
| my heart!” | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Peter Skrzypczak | |
| location: 'Burlington, Ontario, Canada' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Virginia knew Gerald would make love like a recently released convict, | |
| probably because he was a recently released convict, and Virginia always | |
| fell for his type, not the least because the diner where she worked was | |
| between the gates of the penitentiary and the bus stop. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Anna Franklin | |
| location: 'Lubbock, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Rocking contentedly on the front porch while watching Marvel’s pretty | |
| little baby girl pluck dandelions in the yard and poke them up her nose, | |
| Granny Witherspoon fondly recalled her wild weekend at Woodstock. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: James Romag | |
| location: 'Colorado Springs, CO' | |
| quote: >- | |
| After discovering a business like showbusiness, newly confident Drs. | |
| Frankenstein and Jekyll applied for another experimental research grant | |
| as they began their quest to find something like a dame. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: John Hardi | |
| location: 'Falls Church, VA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The ragged and exhausted boy looked tearfully up at his long-lost Aunt | |
| Betsey and exclaimed, “I am David Copperfield, and I have been slighted, | |
| and taught nothing, and put to work not fit for me, and robbed, and | |
| walked all this way from London, and never slept in a bed, and between | |
| you and me, this crap has got to stop!” | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Angelica Zhu | |
| location: 'Alameda, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It is not until Liam sat down, wrapped in a white, blue, and red flag, | |
| with a bucket of fried chicken, throwing the bones in the plastic-filled | |
| ocean next to him while stroking his gun that he realized he had become | |
| truly American. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Grant Gordon | |
| location: 'North Sutton, NH' | |
| quote: >- | |
| We all knew that a butterfly flapping its wings in Thailand would have | |
| little to no effect on our current criminal undertaking, but we refused | |
| to leave anything to chance and so the cut-throatiest among us were | |
| about to set off on the genre defining adventure of a lifetime to find | |
| and kill that butterfly. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Randy Blanton | |
| location: 'Murfreesboro, TN' | |
| quote: >- | |
| I’m a very smart and loyal dog, but when I found out that the average | |
| lifespan of a dog is about thirteen years and a human’s is nearly eighty | |
| years, I didn’t see the fairness in that at all, so on the day after his | |
| fourteenth birthday I lured Timmy to the old abandoned well and when he | |
| looked in I jumped on his back and knocked him in, his final words | |
| echoing from below: “Why, Lassie, why?” | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Greg Otis | |
| location: 'Brooklyn, NY' | |
| quote: >- | |
| His fist lashed out like one of those boxing gloves on a spring you used | |
| to see in Saturday morning cartoons when you were just a kid out of your | |
| mind on sugary cereal and unaware that your parents were having sex in | |
| the bedroom and hit me hard right between the eyes. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Patrick James Plunkett | |
| location: 'North Vancouver, Canada' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Sonny hated life on the farm -- the cloying reek of overripe figs, the | |
| acrid stench of chickens, the tangy funk of oxen, and the malodorous | |
| attitude of his older brother; nonetheless, he was grateful to be home | |
| after some riotous living abroad which had left him denarii-strapped, | |
| and his stomach growled at the sight of the fetid calf. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Nick Stevenson | |
| location: 'Sevenoaks, Kent, England' | |
| quote: >- | |
| “You're a lazy, indolent, slothful, idle, good-for-nothing, work-shy, | |
| sluggish, inactive, bone-idle, inert, skiving, lackadaisical, listless, | |
| apathetic, lumpish layabout!" exclaimed Mrs. Roget when she saw the | |
| state of her son's bedroom. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Jeff Harrison | |
| location: 'Maplewood, MN' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Two Thursdays after I met Wanda I awoke outside the Luby’s sporting a | |
| fresh three-inch gash on my forehead and staring at the scorched | |
| remnants of the chopper, unaware that my bank account had emptied faster | |
| than the Hogwarts adjunct faculty lounge after J.K. Rowling decided that | |
| surely somebody must’ve been suffering from moderate-to-severe plaque | |
| psoriasis. | |
| '2022': | |
| - category: Grand Prize | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: John Farmer | |
| location: 'Aurora, CO' | |
| quote: >- | |
| I knew she was trouble the second she walked into my 24-hour deli, | |
| laundromat, and detective agency, and after dropping a load of | |
| unmentionables in one of the heavy-duty machines (a mistake that would | |
| soon turn deadly) she turned to me, asking for two things: find her | |
| missing husband and make her a salami on rye with spicy mustard, | |
| breaking into tears when I told her I couldn't help—I was fresh out of | |
| salami. | |
| - category: Grand Panjandrum's Special Award | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Brent Guernsey | |
| location: 'Springfield, VA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| And so the two pachyderms with the same first name met, and they formed | |
| the jazz duo legend known as the Elephants Gerald. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Joe Tussey | |
| location: 'Daniels, WV' | |
| quote: >- | |
| “Hoist the mainsail ye accursed swine” shouted the Captain over the roar | |
| of the waves as the ship was tossed like a cork dropped from a wine | |
| bottle into a jacuzzi when the faucet is wide open and the jets are | |
| running full blast and one has just settled into the water with a glass | |
| of red wine to ease the aches and pains after a day of hard labor raking | |
| leaves from the front yard. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: David S. Nelson | |
| location: 'Falls Church, VA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The raiding party of seven Viking longships approached New Amsterdam | |
| quietly, captained by brave Sven, Ragnar, Erik, Jann, Erik, Thor, and | |
| Erik, seeking fulfilment of the ancient legends of untold riches to | |
| come: IKEA, ABBA, Bjork, smoked salmon, the Minnesota NFL franchise, | |
| Greta Garbo, and crunchy delicious fiber-rich rye crispbreads. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: John Shafer | |
| location: 'Tonbridge, England' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was only when the booming voice of the Sergeant-at-Arms rang out | |
| declaiming the surprising order for each and every member of the firing | |
| squad to shoot the Sergeant-at-Arms himself and then turn their rifles | |
| on each other, an order assiduously followed by the well-trained | |
| soldiers, that the cigarette-smoking, blindfolded Gerry Corker truly | |
| appreciated the seemingly endless hours his mother had denied him on the | |
| baseball field during his lonely childhood, instead sending him every | |
| afternoon to Crazy Barney’s School of Mimicry and Ventriloquism. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Vivien Doyle | |
| location: 'Buxton, England' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As he hacked through the dense undergrowth and tangled bushes in search | |
| of the marauding big cat, Desmond heard something rustling in the | |
| vegetation behind him, so he turned around, brandishing his machete, | |
| only to find Susan with a mug of tea telling him dinner would be in half | |
| an hour. | |
| - category: Children's & Young Adult Literature | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Neil Prowd | |
| location: 'Ballarat, Victoria, Australia' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Three bears arrived at their den to discover a yellow haired girl | |
| sleeping, and as she was neither too hot nor too cold, neither too soft | |
| nor too hard, but just right, they ate her. | |
| - category: Children's & Young Adult Literature | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Hannah Thomasy | |
| location: 'Toronto, Canada' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Amanda is brown-haired and small for her age, but soon she will learn | |
| that she is actually the reincarnation of a powerful witch burned at the | |
| stake several centuries ago; also two boys will fall in love with her | |
| and she will have to choose between them, which is mostly what this book | |
| is about. | |
| - category: Children's & Young Adult Literature | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: James Avery | |
| location: 'Millington, TN' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As the fearsome jabberwock bore down on Baldor the Unlikely, he suddenly | |
| regretted having passed on the vorpal sword in favor of the “verpul” | |
| sword that was half the price and “practically the exact same thing, I | |
| swear you won’t even notice the difference.” | |
| - category: Children's & Young Adult Literature | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Emily Ho | |
| location: 'Los Angeles, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| These stories, my children, are about Prince Charming and his three | |
| girlfriends: Snow White, Sleeping Beauty, and Cinderella. | |
| - category: Children's & Young Adult Literature | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: John Tracy | |
| location: 'Palm Desert, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The Director of Child Protective Services was aghast, and needed | |
| clarification, “Let me get this straight—You were rocking your baby on | |
| the tree top, and when the wind blew, the cradle rocked and the bough | |
| broke, the cradle fell, and down came baby, cradle and all?” | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Jim Anderson | |
| location: 'Flushing, MI' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The detectives wore booties, body suits, hair nets, masks and gloves and | |
| longed for the good old days when they could poke a corpse with the toes | |
| of their wingtips if they damn well felt like it. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Barbara Stevenson | |
| location: 'Ottawa, Canada' | |
| quote: >- | |
| They called Rock Mahon the original hard-boiled detective, and it wasn’t | |
| because of his gravelly voice, or his crusty manner, or his chiseled | |
| jaw, or his cement-like abs, or his feldspar fists, or his iron | |
| incorruptibility, or his calcite cynicism, or his uzonite | |
| unsentimentality, but because of his goddamned, geezly, infuriating | |
| habit of polluting every crime scene with shells dropped from the | |
| hard-boiled eggs he munched without surcease. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Doug Self | |
| location: 'Brunswick, ME' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As detective Harry Bolton knelt down looking at the fifth murdered | |
| prostitute in as many weeks, he thought his was a cold cruel city and | |
| that maybe he should have taken that job in rural North Carolina but he | |
| didn’t think he could be like sheriff Andy Taylor all in black and | |
| white, plus he couldn’t stand Aunt Bea’s falsetto voice, and who names | |
| their kid Opie anyway, he had to know it rhymed with dopey, you might as | |
| well just call him dipstick, that doesn’t rhyme with much. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Eric Rice | |
| location: 'Madison, WI' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The heat blanketed the small village in much the same way a body bag | |
| blankets a murder victim, except that a body bag is usually black, which | |
| the heat wasn’t, as heat is colorless, and the village wasn’t dead, | |
| which a murder victim usually is. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Edward Bulwer-Lytton | |
| location: '' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents—except at | |
| occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind | |
| which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), | |
| rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of | |
| the lamps that struggled against the darkness. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Ross Ozarka | |
| location: 'Auckland, New Zealand' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was a Dark 'n Stormy night: Dark n' Stormy cocktails were half-off at | |
| Tata's, the breast-themed barbeque chicken restaurant. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Joe McKenna | |
| location: 'Iowa City, IA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell mainly in the plain | |
| —except for occasional intervals when it was checked by Andalusian | |
| fields full of grain (for it is in Spain that our story takes place)—and | |
| the heroine of our story, Pam Plona, was in the middle of giving birth | |
| to a minotaur after running with the bulls. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Allison Bryski | |
| location: 'Durham, NC' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was a Dark ‘n Stormy night; the rum fell in torrents—except when it | |
| was checked by an equal, if not more substantial, measure of ginger beer | |
| (for it is in a highball glass that our drink lies), accented with a hit | |
| of lime juice from a well-placed wedge, and perhaps a dash of Angostura | |
| bitters, though that is at the bartender’s discretion and certainly not | |
| required. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Jim Anderson | |
| location: 'Flushing, MI' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was a dark and stormy night, made darker still by the melancholy that | |
| gripped the drainpipes of my soul in a plumber's wrench of despair that | |
| opened the u-trap of my consciousness to remove the last, great | |
| greaseball of hope. | |
| - category: Fantasy & Horror | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Jordan Peace | |
| location: 'Mountlake Terrace, WA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Sir Reginald Brimwater, Guardian of the Tome of Remembrance, Herald of | |
| the Immortal Word, Voice of the Histories Both Recent and Ancient, | |
| Archivist of the Eternal Ledger, and Memory of the Empire had forgotten | |
| his quill, but he was pretty sure he got the gist of what | |
| what’s-his-face was saying. | |
| - category: Fantasy & Horror | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Nicole Postorino | |
| location: 'Toronto, Canada' | |
| quote: >- | |
| In dreamlike Wyhotth, where musesang the vibrant lyssle-wing, the | |
| Brether-Clave of Amathoro had gathered at last for Sothenfeast; knurl | |
| and truthseller alike parleyed anxiously of the sure bequeathment of | |
| Voro-Denang, legendary Kalx of Vestramne, but none more querulously than | |
| Jeff, who had just come in from Buffalo and didn't know what the hell | |
| anything was supposed to be. | |
| - category: Fantasy & Horror | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Gabriel Burch | |
| location: 'Edmond, OK' | |
| quote: >- | |
| I stood transfixed at the eerie sight before me, so strange, so odd, so | |
| peculiar, so weird, so bizarre, so eldritch—Gods, mine ocular ducts | |
| weren't meant to witness such blasphemous heresy—so indescribable, | |
| beyond all possible descriptions, at least in any kind of adjectival | |
| way! | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: John Hardi | |
| location: 'Falls Church, VA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Even though the heavy snow forecast threatened transportation problems | |
| at the mountain pass leading to the social engagement of the season, | |
| every invited member of the party had RSVPed in the affirmative, for the | |
| single reason that the Donner family chef was nationally recognized for | |
| his all-vegan menu. | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: G. Andrew Lundberg | |
| location: 'Los Angeles, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As Jack Walker led his four CIA wet-ops colleagues along the misty | |
| Mekong and into Cambodia under cover of night, he heard the ghostly | |
| voice of his three earlier tours in the ‘Nam whispering to him that they | |
| were about to learn the hard way that Pol Pot wasn’t just an exotic | |
| strain of powerhouse Southeast Asian weed the Beltway suits toked on | |
| while they cooked up still more futile ways to make Mao keep his | |
| chopsticks in his own rice bowl. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Nick Waites | |
| location: 'Bishop Auckland, England' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The trees sighed with pleasure as the wind caressed their limbs, the | |
| lake lapped contentedly at the shore, the grass waved cheerily to all | |
| and sundry, and the moon smiled benignly between the playful clouds | |
| while George buried his latest victim. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Mark Meiches | |
| location: 'Dallas, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| "The clouds resembled an endless roll of runaway toilet paper that | |
| unspooled itself into a massive fluffy pile, the sound of the lightning | |
| banged like hundreds of inadvertently dropped toilet seats, and the rain | |
| quickly flooded the street and spilled over the curb like a toilet | |
| clogged with who-knows-what," reported eyewitness to the sudden storm | |
| and flash flood, Steve Talbot of Steve's Plumbing. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Tony Bucella | |
| location: 'Allegany, NY' | |
| quote: >- | |
| When Sandy left him, Buck tried as he might to carry on, but he couldn’t | |
| help feeling thrown away like last night’s pork chops, except instead of | |
| pork chops, he had had deep dish pizza the night before which was even | |
| better warmed up and he was looking forward to having it for lunch so | |
| the analogy totally didn’t work. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Andrea Dumas | |
| location: 'West Fargo, ND' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The pallid North Dakota winter coughed its phlegmy wind in my face, | |
| spattering my face with its icy spittle. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Jeff Green | |
| location: 'Celina, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As the hot air balloon ascended into the calm morning air over his | |
| native Bavaria, Stefan's nerves were on edge as he reached into his | |
| jacket pocket and fumbled for the little velvet box containing his | |
| grandmother's wedding ring, cleared his throat, and dropped to one knee | |
| in front of his beloved Gwendolyn; meanwhile, our story begins on a | |
| cold, rainy day at a pig farm near Belgrade, Nebraska. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Katrien Andria-Habermann | |
| location: 'Seattle, WA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The sky was as dark as an olive pit, which was either very dark or not | |
| very dark at all, depending on which type of olive you’re talking about. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Izzy Maurer | |
| location: 'Lincoln, England' | |
| quote: >- | |
| At least it was a creative way to be dumped, Ben mused to himself as he | |
| looked at the new location of his name on the updated seating chart for | |
| his wedding reception—the singles' table. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Erin Casey | |
| location: 'Halifax, Canada' | |
| quote: >- | |
| French exchange student who in 1977 had initiated her into the art of | |
| French cooking, gently guiding her from baguettes to bouillabaisse to | |
| boeuf bourguignon before mysteriously disappearing one April evening six | |
| weeks before graduation, leaving her nothing but her Julia Child, and | |
| his host family’s daughter, Julia, with child. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Lizzie Nelson | |
| location: 'Wheaton, IL' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Tony Angel walked Fiona back to the car and handed her the leash, if | |
| only he hadn’t thrown the ball so hard; it had marred an otherwise | |
| perfect first date on the White Cliffs of Dover. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Terry Drapes | |
| location: 'Brisbane, Australia' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Gloria’s feelings for Boris were nowadays more like the warm affection | |
| you feel for a pet dog, not a boisterous, extroverted dog but a cuddly, | |
| slightly lethargic dog, or even an old cat that just sleeps all day in | |
| its favorite spot so that most of the time you hardly even realize it’s | |
| there until one day it just dies without warning, rather than the fiery, | |
| intense passion of their early years together. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Andrew Nance | |
| location: 'St. Augustine, FL' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As Bridgett the Discount Dominatrix flicked the length of clothesline | |
| she used as a whip, he licked the ball gag, which was really a tennis | |
| ball held in place by a length of duct tape, and thought, *Dad was | |
| right, you really do get what you pay for.” | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Thomas Hill | |
| location: 'Mountain View, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Pfandrilys was a classic beauty of her star-faring race, and Brian's | |
| love was immediate, their kisses were magical, if scaly, and the alien | |
| sex was mind-blowing, and if only Brian had read more exobiology, | |
| perhaps he wouldn't have been surprised that, when all was done, and | |
| they lay spent in each other's arms, she bit his head off. | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: G. Andrew Lundberg | |
| location: 'Los Angeles, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Whoever figured out that combining basic cyber-bullying techniques with | |
| third-generation sex robot AI technology would tap a gigantic market | |
| among submissives was a freaking genius, mused Mistress Tiffany 3.1 as | |
| she toweled off and plugged herself in to recharge. | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Randall Card | |
| location: 'Bellingham, WA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Ensign Kurt Pulver inadvertently scuttled his command career path by | |
| interrupting the starship dedication ceremony with “You mean, ‘to go | |
| boldly,’” and spent the next sixteen years de-polarizing the Jefferies | |
| Tubes four times a week. | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: John Tracy | |
| location: 'Palm Desert, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The captain of the alien starship resembled a mutant octopus-squid | |
| hybrid with tentacles, arms, legs, eyestalks and boobs everywhere, and | |
| her negotiations with Captain Kirk started off rough when she chastised | |
| him that, "My eyes aren't down there," and that’s when he realized those | |
| weren't shoes, they were bras. | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Miriam Birch | |
| location: 'Hobart, Tasmania, Australia' | |
| quote: >- | |
| "Greetings," said the aliens, who looked–in a preemptive budgetary | |
| consideration for the future Netflix series adaptation–surprisingly like | |
| attractive twenty-something humans wearing coloured contact lenses and | |
| spandex. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Peter Bjorkman | |
| location: 'Rocklin, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Prior to his CNN career, Wolf Blitzer slummed the gossip magazines, once | |
| inquiring of Hugh Grant’s then-wife, Liz Hurley, why he had never been | |
| in a film with Virginia Madsen, to which she replied, “Hugh’s afraid of | |
| Virginia, Wolf.” | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Mark Meiches | |
| location: 'Dallas, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| While Little Bighorn is where the famed General lost his life, at that | |
| fateful moment his young Scottish girlfriend was soaking up the rays | |
| with a bunch of her sorority sisters and as such unaware of his demise, | |
| Miami Beach is where Custer's lass tanned. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Leah Dagenbach | |
| location: 'Loveland, OH' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Whenever Elvis graced the bar stools at the steakhouse, he never failed | |
| to order a rare steak, bordering raw, and oozing greasily at the edges; | |
| and during the interviews after the musician's untimely death, none of | |
| the waiters could deny that he loved meat tender. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: G. Andrew Lundberg | |
| location: 'Los Angeles, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Life on a hardscrabble fourth-generation family farm in the dust bowl of | |
| western Kansas was no picnic, thought Hank Metzger as he wearily took | |
| his seat at the kitchen table, and sure enough, here was your proof – | |
| first to play, and seven consonants staring dully up at him from his | |
| tile rack. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Randy Blanton | |
| location: 'Murfreesboro, TN' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Cowboys “Cross-eyed” Earl and "Bucktooth” Benson were drinking in the | |
| saloon and lamenting the fact that the town had a doctor for people with | |
| regular problems, a doctor for animals, and even a doctor for people | |
| with head issues, but no doctor to uncross eyes and no doctor to unbuck | |
| teeth. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: John Hardi | |
| location: 'Falls Church, VA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As Bo Snyder's infamously vicious outlaw band rode slowly through the | |
| narrow, jagged, and tortuous mountain pass, sunlight cut through the | |
| thin air, slanting down and warming the cold, uncaring steel of the old, | |
| but fully loaded, Winchester, cradled in the waiting arms of Marshal | |
| Luke Elliott, as he sat against a comfortable boulder, snoring like a | |
| coffee grinder. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Joanne Morcom | |
| location: 'Calgary, Canada' | |
| quote: >- | |
| "Not again!" exclaimed Dusty the absent-minded trail boss, as he | |
| suddenly realized that he'd led the cattle drive to the wrong | |
| tumbleweed-infested prairie town, although a good time was soon had by | |
| all at The Saddle Sore Saloon, especially when the nattily dressed piano | |
| player started taking musical requests, including the lively square | |
| dance tune “Don't Cry On My Shoulders 'Cause You're Rustin' My Spurs.” | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Joel Phillips | |
| location: 'West Trenton, NJ' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The Pecos Kid crawled over the rubble under an unrelenting desert sun | |
| before collapsing into a heap near the ridge, which is where Tommy and | |
| his mom met Duke and the other vultures and began a summer of adventure | |
| he would never forget. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Sharon Durken | |
| location: 'Port Wing, WI' | |
| quote: >- | |
| I’m very very good and I know this because momma told me and all her | |
| bridge friends that I was an angel she got when the stork dropped me | |
| from the sky and she says I’m such a good girl so if you want to be with | |
| a real honest to goodness angel tonight come on down to the corner of | |
| Bitcoin and Pussycat Way for a very special time with an angel who | |
| accepts American Express. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Mike Christensen | |
| location: 'Washington, DC' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Apart from his undergraduate degree in art history and several years | |
| under the tutelage of Simone d’Poisson, preeminent Monet scholar at the | |
| Louvre, truckin’ was all Billy knew. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Palakshi Singh | |
| location: 'Duisburg, Germany' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a work of literature, | |
| regardless of how magnificently brilliant, almost on every occasion | |
| unvaryingly recasts into insufferably monotonous bullshit when being | |
| studied in a ninth-grade English class with a dreary, underpaid teacher | |
| and a pack of so-called scholars who would much rather be at their | |
| residence, gazing into an illuminated screen. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: John Hardi | |
| location: 'Falls Church, VA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| When Big Rita was on parade in a tight skirt, moving like a burlap bag | |
| full of bobcats, the men in town sat up and took notice, knowing the | |
| hunt was on, for she had run the gamut from wealthy philanthropists to | |
| dopeheads and bikers, though, until today, she had maintained a shred of | |
| dignity by always rebuffing English professors. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Elliott Cox | |
| location: 'Clover, SC' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Jimothy walked into the joint like he owned the place, which he did, but | |
| not like a typical owner of a place like this; more like a classy, | |
| silver spoon owner, except not classy like wearing tuxedos to horse | |
| dancing and equine NASCAR event classy, but an eating a gas station | |
| hotdog with a knife and fork, napkin on his lap kind of classy. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Susanne Antonetta | |
| location: 'Bellingham, WA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Doris learned two things working at the Post Office—the first was that | |
| when Jake came in and asked her if she wanted to see a really big | |
| johnson, he didn't mean he wanted her to go through The Special Limited | |
| Presidents stamp collection, and the second was that she didn't need to | |
| head outside at the end of each shift with a bag of envelops and a | |
| trowel because it turned out the dead letters were not, in fact, | |
| actually dead. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Terry Drapes | |
| location: 'Brisbane, Queensland, Australia' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Winning the Kentucky Derby was something Conrad had dared not dream of a | |
| mere twelve months ago because twelve months ago, he didn’t even own a | |
| horse but now he did, although to be perfectly honest, it was not the | |
| type of horse that had any chance of winning the Kentucky Derby which | |
| was why Conrad still dared not dream of winning the Kentucky Derby. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Rusty Hamilton | |
| location: 'Candby, OR' | |
| quote: >- | |
| While scrolling through the online catalog of the Acme website trying to | |
| decide if he should order rocket roller skates, TNT, and an anvil, | |
| or—Fool-Me-Twice fake tunnel paint, the Coyote suddenly realized, ‘Hey, | |
| I could just order food.’ | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Benson Smith | |
| location: 'Somerville, MA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| I'd just lost my third game of solitaire in a row, and was eyeing my | |
| last two Chesterfields, when she walked in, wearing an outfit that said | |
| "hospital orderly" but whispered "French maid" (a couple of the buttons | |
| were straining, but I didn't feel sorry for them) . . . there was a | |
| package on her hip and a question on her lips—she had the legs of a | |
| supermodel, long and shapely: "Shall I leave them here on the slab, Dr. | |
| Frankenstein?"—and when a dame's got gams like that, it's hard to say | |
| no, especially when they're so fresh. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Jonathan Golden | |
| location: 'Norwood, MA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| “When had these elephants gotten so big?” said Edmund, with the | |
| aloofness of a man who knew only of small elephants. | |
| '2023': | |
| - category: Grand Prize | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Maya Pasic | |
| location: 'New York, NY' | |
| quote: >- | |
| She was a beautiful woman; more specifically she was the kind of | |
| beautiful woman who had an hourlong skincare routine that made her look | |
| either ethereal or like a glazed donut, depending on how attracted to | |
| her you were. | |
| - category: Grand Panjandrum's Special Award | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Daniel Bradford | |
| location: 'Lexington, KY' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was a sunny day in Los Angeles, hot and bright, and I was in my | |
| office, playing Mahjong against myself and losing, when she walked in, | |
| 120 pounds of dynamite, a blonde with legs that began at her ankles and | |
| ended in trouble. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Oliver Mauser | |
| location: 'Jacksonville, FL' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The man squinted his eyes as the blistering cold winds battered his | |
| rugged face, his eyes darting about, desperately hoping, daring to dream | |
| that amidst the frozen wasteland, he would find the last Klondike Bar | |
| that he had hidden in his freezer. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Mara Lynn Johnstone | |
| location: 'Santa Rose, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| these city slickers don’t know the first thing about stayin’ alive out | |
| here. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Keith Martin | |
| location: 'Westport, Mayo, Ireland' | |
| quote: >- | |
| He gasped as the giant airship pushed itself through the fog over New | |
| York harbour, like a bosom emerging from an open blouse, and he realized | |
| his evening was going to turn into a hell of a night. | |
| - category: Children's & Young Adult Literature | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: David Snook | |
| location: 'Berkeley, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As Snow White met with her new, cheaper, replacement dwarfs for the | |
| first time, shaking hands in turn with the likes of Sweaty, Greasy, and | |
| Flabby, aptly named identical twins Grabby and Gropy, and proud | |
| owner-of-a-joy-buzzer Scabby, she found herself wondering if the savings | |
| would prove to be worth it, and she was about to learn why the others | |
| were so afraid of the seventh new dwarf, the oddly named Uzi. | |
| - category: Children's & Young Adult Literature | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Tamra Andrews | |
| location: 'Spicewood, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Mrs. Little, if truth be told, was not surprised in the least that her | |
| child looked like a mouse, as Mr. Little not only had beady little eyes | |
| and whiskers, but his fingers and toes were extraordinarily long and | |
| thin and often made her squeal, and not in a good way. | |
| - category: Children's & Young Adult Literature | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Ezra Greenhill | |
| location: 'Portland, OR' | |
| quote: >- | |
| After the unfortunate events involving the wicked stepmothers of | |
| Cinderella, Snow White, and Hansel and Gretel, the city council set out | |
| to ban all men from remarrying until further notice. | |
| - category: Children's & Young Adult Literature | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Harry Katz | |
| location: 'Ashland, VA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| "Ahhhhh sugar, sugar," and "ahhhhhhhh honey, honey," and "you are my | |
| candy, girl," screamed the scheming and now terrified parents of Hansel | |
| and Gretel as their unwanted children returned home and descended upon | |
| them, armed to the teeth with only the finest in German | |
| confectionary-based weaponry. | |
| - category: Children's & Young Adult Literature | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Mark Meiches | |
| location: 'Dallas, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Having attended Oktoberfest, taken in the beautiful foliage of New | |
| England, gone apple-picking, roamed through a corn maze, and visited a | |
| pumpkin patch, one thing was certain—Humpty Dumpty had a great Fall. | |
| - category: Children's & Young Adult Literature | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Joel Phillips | |
| location: 'Weston Trenton, NJ' | |
| quote: >- | |
| For the third time this week, Lassie dragged Timmy from the well, and | |
| while she performed CPR wondered when the Martins would have the good | |
| sense to connect to the public water supply instead of living in their | |
| libertarian fantasy-world of self-reliance. | |
| - category: Children's & Young Adult Literature | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Mugdhaa Ranade | |
| location: 'Mumbai, India' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Determination and desperation make for a winning recipe, I thought as I | |
| watched Katmess Everclean, with her murky brown eyes sparkling with | |
| determination and her grip around her trusty plunger tight with | |
| desperation, approach the clogged toilet that stood between her and | |
| being crowned victor of the 74th Plumber Games. | |
| - category: Children's & Young Adult Literature | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: John Tracy | |
| location: 'Palm Desert, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The witch received few visitors, residing deep in the haunted woods and | |
| all, so her culinary skills were rusty, and she wasn't about to be | |
| busted not making dinner from scratch, so she disposed of the empty box | |
| of “Brat Helper,” threw Hansel and Gretel into the oven, and hoped like | |
| Hell the witches coming for dinner wouldn't notice the difference. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Julian Calvin | |
| location: 'Atlanta, GA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The tall, slender seductress had Tom Pauley wrapped around her little | |
| finger, and she had James McGee hanging from a necklace, but the police | |
| were still waiting for the lab results to determine whose body parts she | |
| had used to make her earrings and that stunning tennis bracelet. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Frederick Ankowski | |
| location: 'Santa Monica, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Elsie was seated by the window overlooking the deserted boardwalk (the | |
| crime scene in this saga) holding the hand of her beloved Jeremy (the | |
| soon-to-be unwitting accomplice), when George (who you will soon learn | |
| is the murderer), suddenly opened the door to their cozy loft holding a | |
| cup of coffee and said, “This cup is for you, Elsie” —and this cup would | |
| of course be her last . . . but you do not know any of this yet. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Gloria Glau Burkstaller | |
| location: 'Rome, Italy' | |
| quote: >- | |
| John was a police officer, and Mary was a serial killer, and just like | |
| that you think you know how that’s going to end, don’t you; well, John | |
| lived in New York and Mary lived in London, and they were both | |
| moderately afraid of airplanes, so I bet you’re not feeling like the | |
| brightest crayon in the box right now. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: G. Andrew Lundberg | |
| location: 'Los Angeles, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Chief Homicide Inspector Gerald “the Bloodhound” McLean regarded the | |
| list of victims —a corporate litigator, an investment banker, a | |
| hedge-fund founder, and a Tony-winning playwright —and wondered what he | |
| could make of their only identifiable connection: membership in the | |
| long-dispersed punk rock band John Vomit and the Leather Scabs, rare | |
| copies of whose only record, “Picked Off the Litter,” now traded hands | |
| for a thousand bucks a pop on eBay. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Justin C. McCarthy | |
| location: 'Cranston, RI' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Officer Meyer Briggs burst into the bedroom and saw Professor Rorschach | |
| standing over the body of his mother, bloody knife in hand; "I swear | |
| it’s not what it looks like!" Rorschach exclaimed. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Larry Nixon | |
| location: 'Qualicum Beach, Canada' | |
| quote: >- | |
| She waltzed into the place like a spring thaw, all flushed and bursting | |
| with promises of warm and cloying things to come but I stopped her in | |
| her tracks with a dream-grounding "This is a detective agency | |
| sweetcakes, not a dance studio." | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Tom Prentice | |
| location: 'Dublin, Ireland' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Under the skewering stare of DI Jack ‘Robin’ Redbreast, the culprit’s | |
| wits scattered like a patina of rain-startled spiders, leaving his | |
| fraught denials as nakedly unconvincing as Mick Jagger in a movie role. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Phil Saunders | |
| location: 'Barrie, Canada' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The second she stepped into my office I knew she was Trubble, Sarah | |
| Trubble, she was wearing a name tag and I’m a detective. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Edward Bulwer-Lytton | |
| location: '' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents—except at | |
| occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind | |
| which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), | |
| rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of | |
| the lamps that struggled against the darkness. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Fred Mason | |
| location: 'Evansville, IN' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Time was passing as slow as a snail on Valium as I waited on this dark | |
| and stormy night, for the taxi I called, that would probably never come | |
| to this wretched street where the waterfront serial killer had, in the | |
| past year, strangled nine women, two cats and a parrot, but that is | |
| another story. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Robin Alberts | |
| location: 'Ludenscheid, Germany' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was a dark and stormy night at the harbors of Sydney, where wind | |
| whipped the seawater across the docks and the torrents of rain soaked | |
| everything that the waves could not reach, but luckily for James Tyche | |
| this story begins at a beach in Southern France, where it was currently | |
| day and James was gradually developing a healthy tan and less healthy | |
| sunburn. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Bill Anderson | |
| location: 'Dublin, Ireland' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was a dark and stormy day easily confused as night (for it is | |
| December in Svalbard that our story lies) and probably not helped by all | |
| the Julebokk we had drunk, but when in Svalbard . . . | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Jaya Basu | |
| location: 'Chestertown, MD' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was a dark and stormy night when I decided that opening was far too | |
| clichéd for my erudite, scintillating novel, so I withdrew my | |
| indispensable, adroit thesaurus and compelled my readers to penetrate a | |
| tenebrific, aphotic, tempestuous, acrimonious nightertale. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Hazel Beaton | |
| location: 'Swindon, England' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was a dark and stormy night and a fell wind whipped off the black | |
| moors of Llakcuf, and drove squalls of rain along the twisting streets | |
| of grim walled Ffokcuf (built in days of yore to repel the savages and | |
| heathens &tc.) where dark—or at least very poorly lit—deeds abounded in | |
| the low places of sin and iniquity, much like any other university town | |
| on a Saturday night. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Allison Bryski | |
| location: 'Durham, NC' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was a Dark ‘n Stormy night; the rum fell in torrents—except when it | |
| was checked by an equal, if not more substantial, measure of ginger beer | |
| (for it is in a highball glass that our drink lies), accented with a hit | |
| of lime juice from a well-placed wedge, and perhaps a dash of Angostura | |
| bitters, though that is at the bartender’s discretion and certainly not | |
| required. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Vanessa Bullock | |
| location: 'Earby, England' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was a dark and stormy night a few weeks before this story began, and | |
| since ‘damp and drizzly’ and ‘slightly breezy’ aren’t very atmospheric, | |
| let’s fudge the dates and start there instead. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Judith W. Hughes | |
| location: 'Bremerton, WA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was a dark and stormy night and the bitterly cold wind bit into her | |
| old bones like a chainsaw, the feeling of which she remembered sharply | |
| from the time she used one on her left arm to be excused forever from | |
| high school gym class. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Michael Karasik | |
| location: 'Novato, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was a dark and stormy night and, having only cans of chili, corn, and | |
| sauerkraut in my meager larder, I mixed my supper, knowing that if the | |
| electricity went out I, at least, would have gas. | |
| - category: Fantasy & Horror | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Drew Herman | |
| location: 'Midlothian, VA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| In obedience to the Thousand-year Mandate of Hawksrealm, following the | |
| prophecy of Glenfrik the Morrowsayer, Klagnar and his (thus far) loyal | |
| Deathsword Warriors journeyed countless skyturns across the Burning | |
| Plains of Hellsplat and the Great Eastern Doomsea to an immense, shining | |
| folkshive that more or less resembled Fresno, but with a more | |
| genre-appropriate name. | |
| - category: Fantasy & Horror | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Dave Agans | |
| location: 'Wilton, NH' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Draxyl’s breathing quickened—finally, in his hands he held the Sacred | |
| Jewel of Grondor, the key to the legendary Chamber of Secrets, the icon | |
| that so many had died for, and the perfect gift to win the heart of his | |
| beloved; the question now was how to fit all those things into his | |
| pockets without the shopkeeper noticing. | |
| - category: Fantasy & Horror | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Randy Blanton | |
| location: 'Murfreesboro, TN' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The townsfolk were approaching the castle holding flaming sticks ready | |
| to express their displeasure with the monster that the scientist within | |
| had supposedly created from various cemeteries in the area, and as the | |
| crowd got within sight of the castle, bloodcurdling screams filled the | |
| night because the flaming sticks they carried were too short and the | |
| flames were now burning their hands. | |
| - category: Fantasy & Horror | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Erin Martin | |
| location: 'Orlando, FL' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Grunchkukk The Vile couldn’t believe that the 250-year-old Frodo Baggins | |
| was still alive, after he had dealt him countless blows with his | |
| iron-spiked Dwarf-death orb, slashed him to ribbons with his | |
| Elf-shredder axe, and run him through with his Goblin-cleaver, until he | |
| remembered his Orcmother had once told him “Old Hobbits die hard.” | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Brent Guernsey | |
| location: 'Springfield, VA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| None of the soldiers, their reddened faces wet from boutonnière squirts, | |
| their bodies covered in feathers hurled from buckets, wanted to admit | |
| the 102nd Clown Infantry Division had routed them at the Battle of | |
| Little Big Top. | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Gloria Glau Burkstaller | |
| location: 'Rome, Italy' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Congratulations, dear Trojan soldiers: you are the lucky winners of the | |
| latest model Wooden Horse Supreme 2000; you can redeem your gift by | |
| opening the doors of the city and bringing it inside, but hurry— the | |
| offer ends at sunrise. | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Gary Funk | |
| location: 'Sacramento, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| My dead mother, or so she told me, was five clicks from Omaha Beach when | |
| the sky exploded into a virtual rainbow of skittle colors after the | |
| overnight rain permitted the Teutonic sun to struggle through the | |
| eastern mist where the Germans lived amongst their bratwurst, beer, | |
| Gesundheits, and Auf Wiedersehens. | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Rob Greer | |
| location: 'Queen Creek, AZ' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Quintus Arias, along with many other Romans, came out of their hiding | |
| spots to observe the multitudinous bolts of burlap which festooned their | |
| city and glimpsed the tail end of the retreating Goths, concluding that | |
| as far as sackings go, this could have been a helluva lot worse. | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Marc Luban | |
| location: 'Chicago, IL' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Buford The Bold was the last descendant of the proud Bold family and was | |
| particularly proud of how he chose to keep “The,” his father’s middle | |
| name. | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: David S. Nelson | |
| location: 'Falls Church, VA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The silver monkey, high atop the forest canopy in this stifling | |
| Mesoamerican landscape, loomed like a cloudy misty doom-shadow, and he | |
| was raining down papayas and feces onto the first wave of | |
| Conquistadores, hoping against hope that he and his furry comrades could | |
| forever block despoilment, narcoterrorism, exploitation, forced | |
| collectivism, constant currency devaluation, and a pitiful diet of corn, | |
| corn, corn. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Frederick Ankowski | |
| location: 'Santa Monica, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| She was just like Greta, who’d poisoned her family, burned down my | |
| house, bombed six countries, and used a gun on anyone she wanted: short. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Charis Adkins | |
| location: 'College Station, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| When he dove in, he appeared lithe and slippery, like a fish, but the | |
| way he swam was labored and rife with splashing, like a fish who's been | |
| hooked one too many times and now has motor function issues. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Lauren Bouchard | |
| location: 'Portland, OR' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The wind howled and the autumn leaves skittered around my driveway like | |
| a legion of angry crabs fighting over a sandwich. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Mark Meiches | |
| location: 'Dallas, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Susan was a walking thermal reactor, with an electron-beam smile, a | |
| megawatt body and an amazing fuel assembly, radiating heat at a lethal | |
| dose; and though Jack knew that any achievable fusion of his charged | |
| particles and her spark chamber would have a very short half-life and | |
| would leave him a decaying, spent fuel rod, he also knew in his core | |
| that no amount of coolant could quench the chain reaction currently | |
| taking place in his overheated neutrinos. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Candy Mosley | |
| location: 'Hydro, OK' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Thom and Sarah basked in the warm glow of the fire and new love, | |
| watching the flames dance a seductive rumba and listening to the dry oak | |
| and cedar logs snap, crackle, and pop not entirely unlike a bowl of Rice | |
| Krispies cereal in a bowl of cold 2% milk. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Donna Parsons | |
| location: 'Tulsa, OK' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Having sent his wife Rosemary to their cabin (for it was an unlit and | |
| turbulent night at sea), Basil maintained his position at the helm while | |
| the driving rain peppered his graying ginger hair, and the old salt | |
| thought sagely that it was a good thing he was a well-seasoned sailor. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Joseph Williams | |
| location: 'Devizes, Wiltshire, England' | |
| quote: >- | |
| That night she looked a million dollars, which, when considering the sum | |
| of her lifetime outlay on her cosmetic surgery ($456,783), her wardrobe | |
| ($893,324), her hair and make-up ($379,330) and her jewelry ($432,339), | |
| was a poor return, indeed a hefty deficit. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Ananya Benegal | |
| location: 'St. Louis, MO' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was love at first sight—he was tall and broad-shouldered, with a | |
| dimpled smile, twinkling green eyes, and in keeping with his combination | |
| of statistically unlikely but deeply alluring features, type AB blood, | |
| and that condition where cilantro tastes like soap. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Eliza Frost | |
| location: 'Bellingham, WA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| They had gone through fire and ice to be together, but the general mood | |
| of the wedding would have been improved if he wasn't suffering from | |
| second-degree burns and she hadn't lost several toes to frostbite. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Ryan Hanaway | |
| location: 'Dearborn, MI' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It wasn't the way that she moved that first caught Edward's attention | |
| but rather that she didn't move at all, and her cold porcelain-like skin | |
| set his heart aflame because after all, she was the most beautiful | |
| corpse he had ever laid eyes on. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Jim Hart | |
| location: 'Cleburne, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| She languidly stretched her swan like neck looking up from her venti | |
| 10-shot, 2-pump mocha, nonfat, extra whip, with 5 shakes of cinnamon | |
| stirred in, at the long legged, lithe, and burly cowboy leaning in the | |
| doorway smoothing his flowing hair back and returning her gaze with a | |
| passion that ionized the air between them, and thought, "I should have | |
| gotten 3 pumps.” | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: G. Andrew Lundberg | |
| location: 'Los Angeles, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| She was the caviar on his blintz, the cream in his coffee, the hole in | |
| his donut, and the cherry on his chocolate sundae, thought Doug Penrose | |
| as he looked at Katie through the haze of the Labor Day barbecue smoke, | |
| if only she’d stop nagging him about his weight. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Dwight & Beth MacKinney | |
| location: 'Marengo, IL' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Hyacinth was a light and airy girl—like a soufflé which had been made | |
| with eggs cracked on a flat surface, not on the edge of a bowl, and | |
| separated with no egg yolk in the egg white, whipped into stiff peaks | |
| and baked to perfection without falling flat, as so many of her blind | |
| dates inevitably did. | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: G. Andrew Lundberg | |
| location: 'Los Angeles, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Her mind racing through the hasty protocol briefing she’d received | |
| shortly before launch fourteen months ago, Commander Winona Bengston, | |
| the first Earther to lead a delegation to the Nardoz system, regarded | |
| the alien commander who was now undressing her with his eyes, which | |
| wouldn’t have been that big a deal except that, his being Nardozian, the | |
| officer’s four eyes were ten feet long, and prehensile. | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Jyri And | |
| location: Estonia | |
| quote: >- | |
| The signal was stronger than ever, and realizing they finally found the | |
| thing, a bunch of Mars vagabonds exited their rover and headed toward | |
| the crashed spaceship, a metal coffin, hacking into the door terminal | |
| and opening it to find this half man, half robot, the legend, the | |
| infamous first colonizer himself, Elun Musci, his paralyzed body lying | |
| still, dust of hundreds of years covering his armor, red eyes still | |
| glowing and blinking. | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Joran Boersma | |
| location: 'Drachten, The Netherlands' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As soon as the scent of roasted meat—tender enough to fall right off the | |
| bone, with skin seared to a perfect crisp—hit my nose, I started to | |
| regret picking a fight with that guy holding the laser pistol and hoped | |
| my insurance would cover a new arm. | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Mark Watson | |
| location: 'Chapel Hill, NC' | |
| quote: >- | |
| We were in a proverbial Mexican Standoff (though on Martian soil— go | |
| figure), yet I lay down my weapon despite my undeniably superior skills | |
| and intellect because she was cute, seemed frightened, made no hostile | |
| moves and (parenthetically) her laser blaster was | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: William Kasper | |
| location: 'Silver Springs, MD' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The only possible way to describe the Fradosian spaceport was as a piece | |
| of partially burnt toast, with the service droids as dull knives, | |
| scraping crumbs of hyperrust into the void while applying the drab, gray | |
| butter of radioactive Meitnerium-282 sludge in cold, uneven chunks until | |
| the station itself buckled, cracked, and fell to the planet, | |
| Meitnerium-282 side down. | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Kevin M. Kinzer | |
| location: 'Spokane, WA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Yes, the Enterprise crew had taken the Non-Interference in Primitive | |
| Cultures Oath, but as the ship moved out of its undetected orbit around | |
| “Thumb-Shaped Planet” of the Galaxy Phalanges, Bones smiled to himself | |
| over beaming down a twentieth-century earth football helmet made into a | |
| lamp, because he knew they’d wonder WTF it was for eons. | |
| - category: Science Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Joanne Morcom | |
| location: 'Calgary, Alberta' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Margaret Anne cautiously approached the fearsome looking aliens emerging | |
| from their spaceship that had just crash landed in the small yet trim | |
| backyard of her tidy Las Vegas home, and heard them intone in slightly | |
| accented English, "Take us to the Bellagio." | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Raven Chmelka | |
| location: 'Olathe, KS' | |
| quote: >- | |
| While she had no regrets about throwing the lever to douse her husband's | |
| mistress in molten gold, Blanche did feel a pang of conscience for the | |
| innocent bystanders whose proximity had caused them to suffer gilt by | |
| association. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: G. Andrew Lundberg | |
| location: 'Los Angeles, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Mike Nash was no quitter, so when the cease-and-desist letter from a | |
| certain aging parrot-headed pop star cost him the lease to “Jimmy’s | |
| Buffet” on the sand in Coronado, he dusted himself off, raised another | |
| stake from his long-suffering but still loving friends and relatives, | |
| and headed for Kona, which is how we come to find him sitting, tanned | |
| and contented, at the bustling bar of his next sure-fire franchise | |
| concept, Mahalo Leg. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: David S. Nelson | |
| location: 'Falls Church, VA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The reach of the Romanov Emperors was long and deadly, especially in the | |
| last hundred years of the dynasty, and every rumor or whisper of | |
| anti-monarchists, Marxian communists, meetings of Bessarabian | |
| malcontents or anarchist "intellectuals" coming out of North America was | |
| dealt with swiftly and ruthlessly, the mutilated bodies shipped to | |
| remote Los Angeles and dumped in what would become known as the La Brea | |
| Tsar Pits. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Yancy Sanchez | |
| location: 'Las Cruces, NM' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The day I lost my tractor was the same day I found out my wife was | |
| moonlighting as a hooker when she gave me a wad of cash and told me, | |
| “It’s from a John, dear." | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Daniel Smith | |
| location: 'Centennial, CO' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Half of Rome was ablaze, but the emperor Nero reclined in his palace, | |
| plinking out a disconsolate tune on his lyre, when the door flew open, | |
| and in charged his favorite mistress (barking mad but delightfully | |
| zaftig) with a knife in each hand, and evidently set on regime change, | |
| forcing Nero to leap to his feet and snarl "Come on, baby, fight my | |
| lyre!" | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Amy Torchinsky | |
| location: 'Chapel Hill, NC' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Noah had given up his career as a zoo architect in order to pursue his | |
| lifelong dream of making wine and during his first delivery to a | |
| campground’s 1970s-themed nightclub, was introduced with "Noah’s the | |
| vintner of our disco tent." | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Donald J. Hicks | |
| location: 'Manchester, NJ' | |
| quote: >- | |
| “Brawl, grapple, battle, spar, roughhouse, clash, combat, altercation, | |
| dust up”, the drunken cowpoke grunted at the lawman, a wobbly hand | |
| dangling above his pistol like a spider waiting to descend upon on a | |
| helpless fly but Sheriff Thesaurus only stared him down coldly and | |
| responded through gritted teeth: “Mister, them’s fightin’ words.” | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Kevin M. Kinzer | |
| location: 'Spokane, WA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Linda belonged to an unserved, disgruntled demographic—boot-wearing, | |
| wine-sipping women who loved watching cowboy nudies, but Linda wanted to | |
| become a director, so was forced to apply for loans from credit unions | |
| to finance her vision, and for the premiere her buzzed besties | |
| brainstormed the title, “Buck, Naked,” hoping to fill a gaping niche in | |
| Hollywood’s neglect of the genre. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: G. Andrew Lundberg | |
| location: 'Los Angeles, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The cowpoke’s lot —lonely nights on the prairie, strange saloons with | |
| stranger trade, weeks on end away from the home where the heart is—had | |
| its undeniable drawbacks, but there was a romantic simplicity to driving | |
| fifty head of Angus to market across the Great Plains that paid it all | |
| back, mused Pete McLaughlin as he notched his cabover Peterbilt into | |
| tenth gear, cranked up the Bob Seger, and settled in for nine hours on | |
| the I-70 to St Louis. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: David Pepper | |
| location: 'Torrance, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| They called him “The Roman,” one of the greatest gunslingers the West | |
| has ever seen, occasionally outdrawing his opponents, but mostly just | |
| baffling them into never showing up with his handwritten dueling | |
| invitations telling them to meet him in the center of town at High XII. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Paul Sutcliffe | |
| location: 'Pittsburgh, PA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Somewhere in North Dakota, shortly before dawn and before sunset, when | |
| the wind stops whistling down the plains, if you listen carefully, off | |
| in the distance you can hear the typing of the High Plains Drifter | |
| Writer Boy and the steady clip-clop of his faithful horse, Text, | |
| carrying saddlebags of spare batteries for his owner’s laptop. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Eric Williamson | |
| location: 'Nine Mile Falls, WA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| “Wagon’s Ho!”, shouted Sweaty Mike the trail boss, waving his hat | |
| dramatically over his head, and though his grammatical error remained | |
| effective at directing the wagon train to begin the day’s travel, he | |
| failed to recognize that he had just given Lumpy Maude, the caravan’s | |
| only “working girl,” a new nickname in the process. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Clark Snodgrass | |
| location: 'Huntington Beach, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Jonathon Emerick’s obsession with cinema meant he constantly lived his | |
| life mimicking the movies he studied, so on this Sunday he dramatically | |
| prepared a rich elaborate foodie meal like Jon Favreau in Chef, invited | |
| his friends to dine with abandon like Babette’s Feast, and of course | |
| after dinner, fed the leftovers purposefully and firmly into the | |
| disposal as if he was Peter Stormare feeding Steve Buscemi into a Fargo | |
| woodchipper. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Layla Beishline | |
| location: 'Bloomsburg, PA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| She sighed as she once again entered her office on the tenth floor, | |
| panting as she had just climbed nine flights of stairs, knowing that she | |
| really couldn’t complain because at least she didn’t live through the | |
| triangle shirtwaist factory fire of 1911, which wouldn’t make sense | |
| anyways because she didn’t make shirts that looked like triangles. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Lev Borisov | |
| location: 'Princeton, NJ' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Merlin was weary of spell-checkers after having to come up quickly with | |
| a plausible explanation for why the royal baby arrived on a large white | |
| spork. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Josh Boyd | |
| location: 'Seattle, WA' | |
| quote: 'He wasn''t superficial; in fact, he couldn''t even swim.' | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Gloria Glau Burkstaller | |
| location: 'Rome, Italy' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Seemingly out of options, Thomas called the suicide hotline for help, | |
| but when the operator tried to persuade him not to go through with it, | |
| he realized there might have been some misunderstanding on his part | |
| about the exact nature of the “help” those people were providing. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Randall Card | |
| location: 'Bellingham, WA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| There’s not much demand for ventriloquism these days, but to visit the | |
| zoo and watch the reaction when some hayseed calls out “See you later, | |
| alligator” and hears the response “I’ll eat you at noon, you hairless | |
| baboon” makes all those hours of practice worth it. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Cat Frenette | |
| location: 'London, Ontario, Canada' | |
| quote: >- | |
| She reached a trembling hand toward the huge wrought iron door knocker, | |
| her heart pounding in her ample, pink cashmere-covered bosom, like the | |
| big bass tom played by that hot drummer down at the new dance club over | |
| on 3rd St, a place where, now that she thinks about it, she might just | |
| go to instead of knocking on the door of this creepy old house, in the | |
| rain, in the dark. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Timbo Gillespie | |
| location: 'Orange, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| I stared out at the crepuscular finish to the day, considering all of | |
| the factors, all of the options, all of the consequences, my brain | |
| twitching in much the same manner as my colon had following my last | |
| feast of convenience store sushi. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Ryan Hanaway | |
| location: 'Dearborn, MI' | |
| quote: >- | |
| "If I've told you once, I've told you a single time," Garrick the | |
| Literal instructed his pupil, "sticks and stones, may break your bones, | |
| but words will never hurt you unless they are written on the sticks and | |
| stones." | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Jon Hardi | |
| location: 'Falls Church, VA' | |
| quote: 'Saturday night, like the Montague Lounge can''t survive without me!' | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Donald J. Hicks | |
| location: 'Manchester, NJ' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The aged doctor, having spent over sixty years practicing in the | |
| combined fields of optometry and proctology, was widely considered the | |
| world’s first and only proctometrist, a title he had relinquished | |
| begrudgingly, for although his jealous peers derided his | |
| accomplishments, only the physician’s failing vision had forced him into | |
| an early retirement though his hindsight would remain 20/20. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Ken Hill | |
| location: 'Elkville, IL' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The clouds drifted lazily through the crystal blue sky like cotton candy | |
| from last summer's county fair except that if a plane flew into cotton | |
| candy the engine would ingest so much sugar that it would lock up the | |
| engine and force the pilot to make an emergency landing, perhaps in the | |
| river below where the body of a white male in his mid 50's with no | |
| identification floated face down, which is where our story begins. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Wilhelmina Lyre | |
| location: 'Hausen, Germany' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that | |
| station will be held by my blasted twin brother, who used to steal my | |
| sweets as a child, copied my Mathematics homework all through secondary | |
| school, got the promotion for which I'd labored so long, and eloped with | |
| my fiancée, these pages must show. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Kevin Mason | |
| location: 'Palm Springs, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As the old chamberlain, oblivious to the goings on within, delicately | |
| slammed the immense yet crude, indigenously carved sanctuary doors, Sir | |
| Reggie caused, forthwith, a rapture, here-to-fore unbeknownst to her | |
| lovely, albeit sedentary, loins, a quaking and upwelling of carnal | |
| release a hundred times more powerful than her usual proximal occasion | |
| of mortal sin, since taking the veil. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Joel Phillips | |
| location: 'West Trenton, NJ' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The oyster slid down his throat, leaving it raw and scratchy, and for my | |
| sake, thought Pete, why people considered them delicious was mysterious, | |
| though as a case in point he noticed his companions had pried theirs | |
| open and were eating only what was inside. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Haley Shirley | |
| location: Greensboro NC | |
| quote: >- | |
| Marcus sat on his porch watching the sun set, the light retracting | |
| slowly from where it pooled across the yard, and once the sun finally | |
| dipped fully below the horizon, he yelled into the sky the same thing he | |
| did every night, "And STAY off my lawn!" | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Al Sweigart | |
| location: 'Houston, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The lazy summer afternoon slowly turned to evening, and no one at the | |
| Stillforest Town Potluck took note when he picked up the first one, nor | |
| the next one or the one after that, but for weeks folks in the sleepy | |
| community would excitedly talk about nothing else but the time they saw | |
| Hank McGillie carry seven folding chairs at once. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: John Tracy | |
| location: 'Palm Desert, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| “Admitting the need for change is the first step toward recovery—I'm | |
| really proud of you,” said the first-year psych student, moonlighting as | |
| a supercilious clerk at the mini-mart, and Jane responded, “I'm really | |
| just trying to break a twenty and get some ones.” | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Michelle Vondette | |
| location: 'Victoria, British Columbia' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The queen pretended the corgis could understand her when she spoke in | |
| code about the politicians in her day-to-day, as though they knew | |
| exactly to whom she referred when she spoke of the Fluffy One, the | |
| Rabbity One or the Stout-Angry-Moustached One, when in fact the corgis | |
| were hairy, drooly footstools who barely cared to hear her voice. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Ted Zelman | |
| location: 'Las Vegas, NV' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Having honed his athletic leaps and twists in the ocean, Hugo, an | |
| 18-year-old whale, received a football scholarship to a prestigious | |
| Catholic university, where his diving catch won the championship and, as | |
| the crowd shouted hosannas, Gatorade was poured on his forehead by the | |
| team priest to anoint the victor, Hugo, as The Humpback of Notre Dame. | |
| '2024': | |
| - category: Grand Prize | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Lawrence Person | |
| location: 'Austin, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| She had a body that reached out and slapped my face like a five-pound | |
| ham-hock tossed from a speeding truck. | |
| - category: Grand Panjandrum's Special Award | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Joel Phillips | |
| location: 'West Trenton, NJ' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Mrs. Higgins’ body was found in the pantry, bludgeoned with a potato | |
| ricer and lying atop a fifty-pound sack of Yukon golds, her favorite for | |
| making gnocchi, though some people consider them too moist for this | |
| purpose. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Rex Allen | |
| location: 'San Rafael, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As Nils Nordgrund struggled mightily treading water to stay afloat, | |
| while grimly watching from a distance the Norwegian oil tanker he | |
| captained slowly sink in the treacherously dark and stormy seas off | |
| Murmansk—he gave no thought to whether the Giants had any chance at a | |
| pennant win this year. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: David Hynes | |
| location: 'Bromma, Sweden' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It had seemed a good idea at the time, the first night of my two-week | |
| all-inclusive vacation, spent with an affable stranger in a tapas bar | |
| oiled by an excess of Corona Extra and tequila shots, but now, in fancy | |
| dress holding a red cape, under a pitiless noonday sun, while 1000 | |
| pounds of snorting horned beefsteak eyed me malevolently, hoofing a hole | |
| in the dirt, the packed spectators oléing for all their worth, I, a | |
| junior sales rep in kitchen utensils from Milwaukee, wasn’t so sure. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: G. Andrew Lundberg | |
| location: 'Los Angeles, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As he mustered the platoon for another patrol on a moonlit Mekong night, | |
| Lieutenant John “Hoseman” Walker, Jr., USMC, remembered what his dad—a | |
| fellow devildog who survived the previous generation’s island-hopping | |
| campaign against Japan that had sealed the Corps’s legend—had told him | |
| as he shipped out from Coronado fourteen months earlier: son, when | |
| you’re a Marine, rank is what you smell, not what you pull. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Joel Phillips | |
| location: 'West Trenton, NJ' | |
| quote: >- | |
| However unlikely an event, Lucy’s flight had made a water landing, and | |
| as she clutched her seat cushion, which was useable as a flotation | |
| device, she waited patiently for the lifeboats to pick up first the | |
| Plutonium-class members, active service personnel, parents traveling | |
| with small children, and those passengers with special needs. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Joel Phillips | |
| location: 'West Trenton, NJ' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The grappling hook caught, and Dirk hoisted himself hand-over-hand to | |
| the balcony, where to his surprise stood Dr. Darpa, a banana sandwich in | |
| one hand and a Smith & Wesson Bodyguard M&P 380 in the other—a pistol | |
| more suited to the delicate hand of a femme fatale, he thought—though he | |
| kept this observation to himself. | |
| - category: Adventure | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Sam Wallington | |
| location: 'London, England' | |
| quote: >- | |
| He was an old man who fished alone in a skiff in the Gulf Stream, and he | |
| had gone eighty-four days now without taking a fish, but as fish tend to | |
| live in the sea rather than in a skiff, he really had only himself to | |
| blame. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Jack Harnly | |
| location: 'Sarasota, FL' | |
| quote: >- | |
| She was poured into the red latex dress like Jello poured into a | |
| balloon, almost bursting at the seams, and her zaftig shape was awesome | |
| to behold, but I knew from the look on her face and the .45 she held | |
| pointing at me, that this was no standard client of my detective agency, | |
| but a new collection agency tactic to get me to pay my long-overdue | |
| phone bill. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Mark Meiches | |
| location: 'Dallas, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Magnus was in a tough spot...the Icelandic Police were pressing him to | |
| cough up the name of the top capo in each of the 3 main cities in which | |
| the Mafia operated—Reykjavik, Akureyri, and Middelf—threatening to lock | |
| him away for life if he didn't, but he knew that if he ratted out the | |
| Reykjavikingur or the Akureyringur the Mob would kill him for sure—so he | |
| just gave them the Middelfingur. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Douglas Purdy | |
| location: 'Roseville, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| That sweltering Friday evening she not so much walked but slithered into | |
| my shabby strip mall P.I. office, showing off all her curves, and I knew | |
| then I was in for a weekend of trouble because Dave’s Reptile Emporium | |
| next door, from which the ball python had escaped, was closed until | |
| Monday. | |
| - category: Crime & Detective | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Gwen Simonalle | |
| location: 'Grenoble, France' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Staring unblinkingly into the pleading, tear-filled eyes of yet another | |
| dame looking for me to solve all her problems, I sighed, stretched, | |
| scratched my whiskers, stuck my hind leg in the air and bent my spine at | |
| a 45-degree angle to reach down and lick my butt clean, then donned my | |
| fedora—Taco, Cat Detective, was officially on the case. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Edward Bulwer-Lytton | |
| location: '' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents—except at | |
| occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind | |
| which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), | |
| rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of | |
| the lamps that struggled against the darkness. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Owen Roherty | |
| location: 'Colborne, Canada' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was a dark and stormy night, or more specifically, a Tuesday | |
| afternoon in Ireland. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Jon A. Bell | |
| location: 'Porto, Portugal' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was a dark and stormy night, which makes perfect sense when you | |
| realize we’re on Neptune, with a mean distance from the Sun of 4.5 | |
| billion kilometers (or 30 astronomical units), and winds that howl at | |
| 100 meters per second, composed of mostly hydrogen and helium (and only | |
| trace amounts of methane), which is way better than Uranus, which stinks | |
| to high heaven. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Randy Blanton | |
| location: 'Murfreesboro, TN' | |
| quote: >- | |
| “It’s a dark and stormy night, ladies and gentlemen, just the perfect | |
| atmosphere for the Monsters’ Ball, and look, here comes Mr. and Mrs. | |
| Dracula, both looking quite debonair and mysterious, and there’s Frank, | |
| the big guy himself, his neck bolts glinting during the lightning | |
| flashes, but I do have one piece of bad news and that is we probably | |
| won’t be seeing the werewolf tonight because, after all, it is a dark | |
| and stormy night.” | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Judd Hampton | |
| location: 'Grimshaw, Canada' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was a dark and stormy roast; the baristas filled the cups in black | |
| torrents—except at occasional intervals when customers asked for non-fat | |
| milk (for it is Starbucks where our scene lies) or perhaps pumpkin | |
| spice, their faces puckered at the bitterness, the inflated prices, and | |
| the unspoken obligation to tip. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Mary Laiuppa | |
| location: 'San Diego, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was a bright and sunny day; the heat beat down, with some relief from | |
| passing clouds which drifted gently across the sky (for it is in | |
| Southern California where our narrative takes place), bouncing off the | |
| rooftop solar panels and inciting the anger of passing conservatives | |
| continuing to deny the reality of climate change. | |
| - category: Dark & Stormy | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Lucy Petersen | |
| location: 'Brisbane, Australia' | |
| quote: >- | |
| It was a dark and stormy night; the cats fell in torrents—except at | |
| occasional intervals, when they were checked by a violent gust of dog | |
| which swept up the streets (for it is in an extended metaphor that our | |
| scene lies). | |
| - category: Fantasy & Horror | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Diana Murtaugh | |
| location: 'Baltimore, MD' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Sir Arthur Pendragon, High King of the Britons, son of King Uther | |
| Pendragon, nephew of King Aurelius Ambrosius, who was in turn the son of | |
| a long list of people who weren’t kings and thus don’t matter, only | |
| slept with his sister once, but boy did it come back to bite him in the | |
| ass. | |
| - category: Fantasy & Horror | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Ray Smith | |
| location: 'Crowley, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Harry Potter was a happy eleven-year-old wizard who lived with two kind | |
| and supportive parents in Godric's Hollow because his parents hadn't | |
| been wimps and they had used the Killing Curse on Voldemort as soon as | |
| he stuck his big noseless face in their house. | |
| - category: Fantasy & Horror | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Sophia Wang | |
| location: 'Nashville, TN' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Not even my last hope, the herpetologist, was willing to officiate my | |
| marriage to my beloved Frog Prince, with his bulging overripe-tomato | |
| eyes, covered in milky film not unlike phlegm, his slimy appendages | |
| reminiscent of a toddler's sucked-on toes, and his lovely love-bites | |
| lovingly laved upon both my fingers and my houseflies without prejudice. | |
| - category: Fantasy & Horror | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Eric Williamson | |
| location: 'Nine Mile Falls, WA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Cthulhu awoke from loathsome dreams of gangrenous decay and the foul | |
| stench of congealing viscera, lifting his pulpy, misshapen head to find | |
| what foolish supplicant had roused him to yet another age of fear and | |
| creeping dread, but found his bloodthirst unslaked, having been brought | |
| to consciousness not by horror-filled screams of human sacrifice but by | |
| his little sister’s overly dramatic wail of “Cthulhu’s touching me!” | |
| from her side of the family station wagon’s back seat. | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: G. Andrew Lundberg | |
| location: 'Los Angeles, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| On an otherwise fine spring morning, Helga Tottentanz learned in an | |
| exceptionally hard way that, whatever they might’ve told you in | |
| hospitality school up in Cologne, as a serving wench in Mainz’s finest | |
| inn in 451 A.D., you don’t greet a battle-weary and obviously stressed | |
| general named Attila, fresh from crossing the Carpathians at the cost of | |
| ten thousand or so men, with an overly cheery “Hi, Hun.” | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Greg Homer | |
| location: 'San Vito, Costa Rica' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Zenta the Australopithecine woman gently placed the egg into her | |
| homemade reed basket (leaving behind two of her fingers bitten off by | |
| the mother Archaeopteryx) and silently wished that one day a harmless, | |
| delicious, abundant egg-laying bird would evolve. | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Eline Lüschen | |
| location: 'Groningen, The Netherlands' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The year was 1302, and Richilde watched as her husband paused his work | |
| to take off his tunic, exposing his broad form, sweaty from his laboring | |
| in the heat—which would've been so much more exciting if her husband was | |
| something cool, like a ripped farmer, instead of a middle-aged balding | |
| scribe on his third attempt to write 'phenomenon' correctly. | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Mark Meiches | |
| location: 'Dallas, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Had Mrs. Reed just offered: "I could whip up a quick buffalo stew, some | |
| corn cakes, and maybe toss together a dandelion salad" instead of | |
| remaining silent, perhaps George Donner never would have followed up his | |
| "Anyone have any thoughts on dinner?" query with "Don't be shy—no idea | |
| is a bad idea." | |
| - category: Historical Fiction | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Gwen Simonalle | |
| location: 'Grenoble, France' | |
| quote: >- | |
| "The hell . . . ?" wondered Dread Lord Atunkhamen, awakening to find his | |
| sumptuous sarcophagus transformed into an airtight glass box and his | |
| hordes of groveling undead servants into a sea of snotty schoolchildren, | |
| bored museum staff, goggling tourists, and an endless sea of faceless | |
| smartphones. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Alexandro Strauss | |
| location: 'New York, NY' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The road to Hell is paved with good intentions, and it was precisely | |
| this questionable choice of paving material, combined with the ongoing | |
| flight of middle-class demons from the urban center of Pandaemonium | |
| proper to more spacious brimstone-lakefront homes in its suburbs, that | |
| had produced the mess of closures, detours, and gridlock that were | |
| making Azazel’s commute this morning a living . . . well, you know. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Bart King | |
| location: 'Silverton, OR' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As we unrolled our sleeping bags, the sickly-sweet notes of the old | |
| torch song “Smoke Gets in Your Eyes” played in my mind and the smell of | |
| burning chocolate and liqueur wafted in a treacly cloud of smoke from | |
| the next campsite, where a vacationing confectioner had lit a smoldering | |
| bonbon-fire. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Ciarán McGonagle | |
| location: 'Derry, Northern Ireland' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Ralf Smalborgson kept a small shop in Direperil, Minnesota, and his | |
| goods consisted only of medieval stringed instruments, lanyards and | |
| backstays, and some limited apothecary supplies, giving the store its | |
| uninviting signage: Lute, Rope, and Pillage. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Leslie Muir | |
| location: 'Atlanta, GA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Norman gazed searchingly into Susan's mesmerizing Windex-colored eyes, | |
| observing that her left eye was quite lighter than her right, more like | |
| a watered-down generic glass cleaner, probably at a dilution ratio of | |
| 1:3 which Norman predicted would definitely leave some streaks. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: David S Nelson | |
| location: 'Falls Church, VA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| There were shadowy conspiracists behind every smoking volcano, and in | |
| all the dark corners of Washington, and hiding from the harsh glaring | |
| sunlight of the High Desert of California, but they were laughably easy | |
| prey when the Martian lizard people, the subterranean Vril-empowered | |
| mole-men, and the globalist pedophile Commies finally did show up. | |
| - category: Odious Outliers | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Jonathan P. Sanford | |
| location: 'Gilbert, IA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Harald grew up In a small church in which his parents were unusually | |
| active, involving him at an early age with services and potlucks and | |
| productions and outreach ministries, and in stark contrast to his best | |
| mate Dustin, who grew up in a small veterinary office, in a kennel | |
| between a surrendered Rottweiler and a confiscated caiman. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Robert Wolf | |
| location: 'Pittsburgh, PA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Hungover, Bethany walked out onto the deck of her Malibu Beach | |
| beachhouse, her pimento-less olive-green eyes scouring the sand below | |
| like two Brillo pads, while a thundering blitzkrieg continued hammering | |
| within her head like demolition wrecking balls repeatedly smashing | |
| against concrete walls while accompanied by the deafening salvos of the | |
| cannons from the 1812 Overture. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Art Ellis | |
| location: 'Ottawa, Canada' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Vera Windrush, ever the romantic, looked at the sea foam washed up on | |
| the shore, and imagined the life of some giant, seafaring marshmallow | |
| tragically cut short after being rammed by a Pacific Princess cruise | |
| liner. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Scott M. Fitzpatrick | |
| location: 'Eugene, OR' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Chardonnay walked in with a swagger that could melt the chrome off a | |
| Studebaker (a pre-1954 one prior to the merger with Packard to form the | |
| Studebaker-Packard Corporation) and with a hip shrug that told everyone | |
| in the room that she meant business (not like the aforementioned failed | |
| merger); because she was, after all, the great-great granddaughter of | |
| Henry Studebaker (not one of his brothers Clement, John, Peter, or | |
| Jacob). | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Matthew Holmes | |
| location: 'Doreen, Australia' | |
| quote: >- | |
| His burnt flesh sizzling like a burger on the grill, blood pouring from | |
| his wounds like an overshaken cola, and sweat as salty as French fries | |
| pouring down his face, John knew that after this mission was over, he | |
| was getting McDonald's for dinner. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Mark Meiches | |
| location: 'Dallas, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Stepping outside just after dawn, Chef Billingsworth was pleased to | |
| discover that for once the morning fog was not as thick as pea soup—or | |
| even lobster bisque for that matter—but was more a chicken velouté, or | |
| perhaps a beef remouillage. | |
| - category: Purple Prose | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Annora McGarry | |
| location: 'Granville, NY' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Alas," he thought to himself, careworn eyes flickering over a veritable | |
| charcuterie of limp meats festering with metaphor, "Is bologna simply a | |
| hot dog that has lost its backbone, its form, its very ilk—flattened, | |
| beaten down into this wretched shape, a mere flicker of what it once | |
| was?" | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: Tony Buccella | |
| location: 'Allegany, NY' | |
| quote: >- | |
| If broken hearts were made of simple syrup, and shattered dreams were | |
| made from white rum, and agony and despair came from ¾ ounce of lime | |
| juice, freshly squeezed, and three mint leaves respectively, then Mary | |
| Lou just served up a mojito cocktail straight from the ninth circle of | |
| hell when she told Ricky the baby wasn’t his. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Jon A. Bell | |
| location: 'Porto, Portugal' | |
| quote: >- | |
| João Diogo Tiogo Pereira decided to walk down the cobblestone streets | |
| and past the azulejo-clad building façades to finally ask out the lovely | |
| Sara Catarina Custodio da Silva for coffees and pasteis de natas down at | |
| the local pasteleria, or maybe vinho do porto in a taberna swelling with | |
| fado music, with schist stone walls steeped in centuries of saudad . . . | |
| for our story begins in Portugal, which was probably not obvious. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Ann Franklin | |
| location: 'Lubbock, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Like looking for a missing needle in a haystack (a scenario Belinda had | |
| never quite grasped because of the absurdity of having a needle in a | |
| haystack in the first place since no one does needlepoint in a barn), | |
| the futility of searching for exemplary qualities in her ex left her | |
| exhausted and exasperated. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Debi Hassler | |
| location: 'Central Point, OR' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Harvey’s eyes tracked the undulating sway of Betty’s hips, clad in hot | |
| pink leggings, clinging to her voluptuous thighs, each pocket of | |
| cellulite like magnetic orbs of fuschia-tinted bubble-wrap drawing him | |
| forward; gnarled hands poised to snatch just one glorious pop of | |
| forbidden flesh before Nurse Jones whisked him away for cribbage time at | |
| the Rough and Ready Nursing Home. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: G. Andrew Lundberg | |
| location: 'Los Angeles, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Jane Hammerlink’s mane of auburn hair blew in the morning breeze like | |
| Seabiscuit’s tail passing the quarter pole; her eyes sparkled like the | |
| finest cubic zirconia; and her snow-white apron and ruby-red lipstick | |
| gave me a tingling sensation in the extremities that I had theretofore | |
| associated only with Flo from Progressive. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Mark Meiches | |
| location: 'Dallas, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| After initially being cold and hard towards Jeremy, Sylvia finally began | |
| to thaw, and then slowly started to warm up to him, just a bit at first, | |
| but more and more the longer she basked in the heat of his yearning | |
| eyes; then, suddenly magically transformed, she became steaming hot for | |
| him, melting at his touch, yielding her softness to his hungry hands—and | |
| so, he devoured her, savoring her oozing delights and consuming every | |
| morsel of her lusciousness—after which Jeremy leaned back, totally | |
| sated, and began to consider what he should name his next batch of | |
| frozen chocolate chip cookie dough. | |
| - category: Romance | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Mark Watson | |
| location: 'Chapel Hill, NC' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Her raven hair, ruby lips, sensuous jaw, and luminous pearly teeth would | |
| all be perfectly preserved—Jacques desperately hoped—by an expertly | |
| honed blade and carefully positioned guillotine basket. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: A. R. Templeton | |
| location: 'Stratford, Canada' | |
| quote: >- | |
| "I do enjoy turning a prophet," said Torquemada, as he roasted the | |
| heretic seer on a spit. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Peter Buckley | |
| location: 'Rockville, MD' | |
| quote: >- | |
| The Ad Exec licked his Cheops, contemplated his latest pyramid scheme to | |
| win this year's advertising award, “I am not in de-nile and deserve a | |
| Clio-patra on the back for this and tut tut to anyone who says | |
| otherwise." | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Donald J. Hicks | |
| location: 'Manchester, NJ' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Minnie was a short order cook with big ties to organized crime and | |
| sought respect within the Family, hoping to impress the Godfather, Don | |
| Knotz, with her signature dish, a succulent filet mignon, but the meat | |
| was stored on the top shelf of the massive walk-in freezer and, in the | |
| end, the steaks were just too high. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: G. Andrew Lundberg | |
| location: 'Los Angeles, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| As the sun broke the horizon on the windward coast of Kauai, Dave | |
| Barrett, pleased with himself for setting a 5:30 alarm even with the jet | |
| lag from the flight out of Newark the day before, parted the drapes and | |
| shouted “Dawn ho!,” alarming the legendary Hawaiian lounge singer who | |
| was brewing his morning cup of Kona in the condo below him. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Mark Meiches | |
| location: 'Dallas, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| After thousands of years ruling the netherworld, the Devil was starting | |
| to show his age... and though it honestly didn't bother him that his | |
| horns were a bit less pointy, his wings a bit more droopy, and his fangs | |
| a bit less sharp—if anyone mentioned he was losing his hair, there would | |
| be hell toupee. | |
| - category: Vile Puns | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Mark Meiches | |
| location: 'Dallas, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| "My laddies may not be the fastest sugar cane harvesters," Fergus | |
| confessed, "but they're not as slow as my lasses..." | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Winner | |
| author: G. Andrew Lundberg | |
| location: 'Los Angeles, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Even a lone ranger has to adapt to changing times, so with unemployment | |
| running below two percent, when Tonto announced that he was finally | |
| quitting the pro bono law enforcement game to get his real estate | |
| license, the closest an aging John Reid had been able to come to | |
| replacing his trusty Indian companion was Ganesh Sarvapindi, a fair shot | |
| and a so-so horseman with the annoying habit of referring to his new | |
| boss as “kemo sahib.” | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: G. Andrew Lundberg | |
| location: 'Los Angeles, CA' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Tucker Hughes was a cowboy born and bred—his grandfather free-grazing in | |
| the shadow of the Bitterroots, his father homesteading the Bar XZ east | |
| of Great Falls, and young Tucker barrel racing and running Angus from | |
| his grade-school days —but as he gazed across the prairie on this autumn | |
| day in 2031, the now grizzled rancher figured he was finally looking at | |
| the end of the American West, all thanks to the gnomes of Silicon Valley | |
| and their damned self-driving cattle. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Mark Meiches | |
| location: 'Dallas, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Fighting injustice in the Southwest Italian dairy cow farming region | |
| fell to the cheese-rind masked man of mystery, the Provolone Ranger. | |
| - category: Western | |
| type: Dishonorable Mention | |
| author: Mark Meiches | |
| location: 'Dallas, TX' | |
| quote: >- | |
| Durango knew the townsfolk were all peaceful, simple farmers, knew none | |
| of them could shoot a gun, knew Chaga's murderous gang was on its way, | |
| and knew defeating them was all but hopeless—but Durango also knew he | |
| had to stay, because he was moral, and he was brave, and he wasn't very | |
| bright. |
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