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It was a few years ago – the new beginnings for this aspiring writer took hold. The newspaper was sponsoring a fifty-word story competition. Yep, you heard me: Fifty words, no more no less, title not included in the word count.
This was my chance to shine. My chance to launch my writing career. The contest allowed every writer to enter as often as they like. I wrote fifty-word story after fifty-word story. I was positive one of my magnificent creations would grab first place. How wrong I was; I didn’t even receive an honorable mention in the contest.
When next year’s competition was posted, I was ready! I knew I had to create a masterpiece that would wow the judges. Perfection was my goal, and I could not, would not, accept defeat this time around. And so the perfect fifty-word story for this particular competition was born:
The Fifty-word Nightmare And The Honey-to-do-list
“Honey, the grass needs mowing.”
“Yes, I know.” Type, type, type…
“Dear, the hedges need trimming.”
“Yes, I know.” Type, type, type…
“Dan, the car needs waxing.”
“Yes, I know.” Type, type, type…
A short pause…
“You know last year you weren’t even a finalist!”
The sting was extremely brutal.
I took home the gold with that little monster.
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