Skip to main content

We guarantee, in 30 minutes or less, or your next soul's free....

Genre: Horror
Subject: Delivery in 30 minutes or less

This was the "heat group prompt" for team 5 in the NYC Midnight Short Story Challenge 2011. I missed the official sign-up deadline by a matter of minutes, so that meant I was locked out from "officially" competing in this year's short story speed round.

It's a 2-parter.... Round 1 gives contestants 8 days and 2,500 words to create a short story in their assigned genre centering on the assigned subject. Round 2 then takes the Round 1 winners and gives them just 24hrs to create a second story.

There were 30 groups covering every genre twice and no two subjects were the same. As I couldn't officially participate, I've opted to attempt the challenge under the table, as it were. I picked group 5 because of my fondness for the number 5, and it wasn't until after I had selected my group that I read through the entire genre list and their paired subjects. My pairing wasn't the best, but it was nowhere near the worst----

Sooooooo, now the fun begins.....

Horror stories, of course, should evoke fear, terror, maybe even revulsion with an overwhelming feeling of disgust---- either way, the emotions should be strong and with only 2,500 words.... it's gonna have to be hella strong (that's not so many words to evoke so strong a feeling)

The typical zombie.
The concept of a time restricted anything would definitely add to the tension and suspense. Working against the clock is an obstacle that everyone is more than familiar with. And, anybody that's worked pizza/food/mail delivery understands the time constraints of a mobile job.


But the "horror" part of the story????


What are we talking about delivering?? Zombie pizza with body-part toppings?? Demon babies?? Demon mail from the bowels of hell ??  Money-back guarantee or your next soul's free???

So many options, so little time, so few words, so many zombies hungry for pizza.......

Comments

  1. you never fail to rise to a challenge, I can't wait to see what you do with this.

    ReplyDelete
  2. lol..awwwww :-)

    I'm actually interested to see where this story goes as well....

    ReplyDelete
  3. I bet you're gonna come up with a doozy! ;)

    ReplyDelete
  4. I'm hoping..... I might have 1 version worked out, but, I'm not sure whose Point of view the story should be set in. At the moment, it's the guys who's ordering the 'food'... lol

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Share your thoughts!

Popular posts from this blog

A-Z Reflections, year 4....

A-Z blogging challenge for 2014 has come and gone, seemingly without my realizing it. And, though I fell behind once or twice toward the end, I finished this year's challenge right on time. Really, I can't believe it's already over. I feel like I just finished my post for letter A... Year 4, for this blogger, was a far cry from the tortured state of despondency that was most of  Year 3 -- I'll not mention the irony of this year's focus on death being easier to blog about than last year's foray into supernatural creatures, we'll leave that for my therapy sessions *ahem* As always, A-Z brought with it, not only 26 days of unbridled and far-reaching knowledge (disguised as entertaining and thought-provoking blog-posts), but a chance to connect with new faces while reconnecting with familiar faces--who had perhaps drifted away--from A-Z's past.  I am always amazed by the ingenuity and inspiration that comes from lumping a couple thousand folk...

Bitter Honey

Weaving dreams of beguiling gold, a future's price for happiness. What secrets do you, determined, hold? asks the summer wind's soft caress. A guarded name, a hidden hope. Spinning wheels clutching time, grasping straw that falls away, What dreams may come, we soon may find, won't recall at end of day. A cherished life, a memory lost.

Battle Storm...

Storm's coming, war's brewing, rolling clouds choke the light, Cannon's rumble, bodies tumble, exploding stars steal the night. The heavens clap, the battle's snap, sinking deep the wounded fall, The lightning's spark, the thunder's hawk, drinking in the warring pall. Soldiers crawl, the ranks sprawl, beneath the wall of death, Eyes clenched tight, in teeth-bared fight, bequeathed their final breath.