Short Story Challenge 2017
Against my better judgement I entered the 2017 NYC Midnight Challenge Short Story Competition. My first (and, as it turned out, only) challenge required a genre of ‘Political Satire’ and was to feature a ‘middle man’ and ‘guns’. Notably my heat included another Australian, Sarah Martin, who went on to win the event. You can read her story Here. My own effort was panned for the blue language of the protagonist, but clearly there was more wrong with it than just that and it was adjudged equal worst out of about 3000 entrants.
Anyway, here it is. If nothing else it might inspire you to write with the knowledge that at least, somewhere out there, is someone blessed with less talent than are you.
My initial reaction was predictably mature. I stormed around the house shouting obscenities at unseen judges but, eventually the pain of failure subsided and I teamed up with a few similarly aggrieved round 1 losers (all who had done better than me, it should be admitted) and we launched ourselves into round 2 without the judges. A heat was randomly chosen which tasked us with a ‘Ghost Story’ featuring ‘a volunteer fire fighter’ and ‘a bank loan’. My suspicion is that, had it been exposed to the judges wrath, the round 1 result may have been repeated. Nevertheless I include it here …..
Since then I have also made a mess of the 2017 Flash Fiction Competition (both 1000 words).
Horror/ A prison/ A hairdryer
Mystery/ Wetlands/ A locked safe
The Burundian Diamonds
But I will return next year. I am a masochist.
So here we are in 2018. And another crack at the Short Story Challenge and just counting down the days before elimination.
This time the assignment to be another (bugger!) horror story featuring a very tall woman and advice.