Realized that I haven’t really updated much as of late. I had intended to do a NYC Midnight Micro Fiction follow up but didn’t actually get around to it. I don’t remember exactly why. Anyway, I made it all the way to the finals. Quick recap. The first round I had to use ‘break’ in my stories. These are my three submitted stories.
The invading aliens can instantly vaporize city a block. How to protect your family after the break.
16 covered trucks coming, their lights off. Break quarantine. We need to get the fuck out of here.
(323) did an eight ball with the point break dude. gonna seduce him in the hot tub. thinking of you.
The last two in that group were selected for the voting for my group to move on. I didn’t actually get voted through. I was saved by the judges. They moved me along based on my final story.
The final round required ‘oxygen’. I didn’t really like the word. It didn’t flow for me. These were my three submissions.
Decedent was testing a homemade jetpack made from a parachute harness, an oxygen tank, and a flare.
So, apparently, they expect me to use oxygen in this competition. Like I’m their trained monkey.
I don’t care if there isn’t any oxygen out there. You can’t tell me where I can go. That’s racist.
I didn’t think any of these were going to get me through to the final voting round. Although I really liked the first and third, I didn’t think either of them were strong enough. The third did actually make it through. I knew, just based off the first round, that I didn’t have enough support to win by vote. I had to hope for the judges to pull me through again.
It was a vain hope.
Still, I’m quite impressed that I was in the finals of a competition I wasn’t expecting to move past the initial slush state.
david shute - 13.09.11 @ 21:35 - permalink