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Winners of the Summer
'07 50-50
Short Fiction Writing Contest:
1st Place ($100
USD):
At the Factory - Bob Thurber
'I said, I thought maybe if it's okay with you I might go to the funeral and then wander in here. You know. Sometimes it's better I work and not think too much. He studied my face. He looked at me hard. Then he agreed that sometimes working was better than thinking.' 2nd Place
($50 USD):
Variations on an Unknown Theme - Verona Ling
'I do not want to not win the contest, but in order to avoid not winning
the contest, I must enter the contest, so that I have a chance of
winning. But if I have a chance of winning, then I have a chance
of losing. The solution, of course, is to enter the contest
by mistake.'
Honorable Mention:
The Last Time I Saw Carey -
Amie Hartman
'When we got outside Carey pulled a pair of scissors out of his bag
and cut off my ponytail right there on the sidewalk then put it in
his pocket. There, that’s better, he said. I guess I should
have known then that he was really something.'
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Fiction Short Story(s)
Monet's
Hair - Brian Katz
'I know that when
I get off this bench and the full detail of security guards – Laurel,
Hardy, Larry, Moe, Curly, Wayne, and Markus – pounce on me before
I can even try to go about the rest of my evening pulling the last
strands of my life like dry lengths of hair from a balding pate that
I'll forget what it is that I'm doing...'
Great Blue Heron -J. A. Tyler
“It brings
the oil up. It brings the oil up from the depths, where there are
dinosaurs still.”
The boy looked up at his grandfather with disbelief
and pleasure.
“The dinosaurs were old and they died. And their bodies
make us oil. And we bring it up with these big machines”
“They look
like dinosaurs too,” the boy said. The tufts of his bangs floated
on the breeze.'
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