Sunday, July 3, 2016

IN COLD BLOOD

Janet Reid's

the ALOT of books writing contest!

Summer is here and it's time to clear off the bookcase and make room for new titles! The writing contest prize this week will be 14 books, not one! In other words, your entire summer reading list. Because I'm mailing from my office, the winner must have a US mailing address. You can enter if you don't have one of course, but if you win, we'll send the books to the first runner up.

The usual rules apply:
1. Write a story using 100 words or fewer.
2. Use these words in the story:  X  Bone  Devil  Slip  100
3. You must use the whole word, but that whole word can be part of a larger word. The letters for the prompt must appear in consecutive order. They cannot be backwards.
Thus: bone/boneyard is ok but bone/bonfire is not
4. Post the entry in the comment column of THIS blog post.
5. One entry per person. If you need a mulligan (a do-over) erase your entry and post again. It helps to work out your entry first, then post.
7. Titles count as part of the word count (you don't need a title)
11. You agree that your contest entry can remain posted on the blog for the life of the blog. In other words, you can't later ask me to delete the entry and any comments about the entry at a later date. 
12. The stories must be self-contained. That is: do not include links or footnotes to explain any part of the story. Those extras will not be considered part of the story. 
Contest opens: 9am, Saturday, July 2 ~~ Contest closes: 9am. Sunday, July 3 

My Entry (which is fiction):

Capote called me Monsieur X in his columns. I especially loved the bitchy comments about me. “But never reveal my identity.”

“His lipo reduced him to a sack of potatoes.”
“He applies his makeup with a trowel. His face melts at 100*.”
“He dresses in the finest Vaudeville tradition.”

As alcohol curdled Truman’s genius, he’d backstab one friend, then another, to spice up his columns. 

The coroner found “no foul play.” Money buys anything in Bel-Air.

I stole Truman’s ashes and added the ashes of his last column I found when I visited him that night. I had warned him.




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After posting, I revised it. Is this the better version?

Capote called me Monsieur X in his columns. “Write whatever you like,” I said, “but never reveal my identity.”  

I especially loved the bitchy comments:

“His lipo reduced him to a sack of potatoes.”
“He applies his makeup with a trowel. His face melts at 100*.”
“He dresses in the finest Vaudeville tradition.”

As alcohol curdled Truman’s genius, he’d backstab one friend, then another, to spice up his columns.

The coroner found “no foul play.” Money buys anything in Bel-Air.


I stole Truman’s ashes and added the ashes of his last column I found when I visited him that night.

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UPDATE:  I didn't win. I didn't even get a mention, but few did. I had thought the line  "As alcohol curdled Truman’s genius" might have earned a mention, but it didn't.  I wasn't going to enter, but then at the last minute... Actually, I was inspired around 8:10 and posted my entry at 8:59. That's cutting it veryclose. I doubt my revision would have made a difference.  As always, I'm glad I came up with a 100-word story. I like it.


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