Here's a nonsensical bit (250 words) in response to a continual flow of rejection slips.
THE WINNER IS
Here I sit at my computer, a tired and broken man about to take on another task that too will be trashed by the judges; it will be tossed into that infamous junk pile; and all affected by a simple touch of the computer’s delete key. And those 500 words, or less, will simply disappear, as if they never existed. Ah, but the act of deletion merely removes the prose from immediate view; the words, still in digitized format struggles to stay together, hoping a new file will not superimpose its image and destroy its beauty. Then file after file see their moment of glory dashed as they too feel the sting of that horrible delete key. Why are these failing to achieve a form of recognition? Each file fills the basic requirement for size of content. Hours of massaging the text goes for naught. I wish I knew. However I can envision the home of the contest. File upon file stack up in the queue waiting for a review. However when called the stories fail to excite the master reader and each is rejected. It doesn’t take very long to read 500 words. However reading the poorly written entries takes its toll, and the Judge is tired. Hitting the delete key before finishing an entry is very tempting. But our Judge is fair and honest, and with teary eyes continues to read – and hit the delete key. Finally, a wonderfully written short prose pops onto the screen. It is by far the finest he’s seen. Our weary Judge loves it; it is a winner; then hits the delete key – oops.
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The following is a 3000 word mystical short story currently under a Literary Contest consideration
THE KNOWING OF CARL
THE WINNER IS
Here I sit at my computer, a tired and broken man about to take on another task that too will be trashed by the judges; it will be tossed into that infamous junk pile; and all affected by a simple touch of the computer’s delete key. And those 500 words, or less, will simply disappear, as if they never existed. Ah, but the act of deletion merely removes the prose from immediate view; the words, still in digitized format struggles to stay together, hoping a new file will not superimpose its image and destroy its beauty. Then file after file see their moment of glory dashed as they too feel the sting of that horrible delete key. Why are these failing to achieve a form of recognition? Each file fills the basic requirement for size of content. Hours of massaging the text goes for naught. I wish I knew. However I can envision the home of the contest. File upon file stack up in the queue waiting for a review. However when called the stories fail to excite the master reader and each is rejected. It doesn’t take very long to read 500 words. However reading the poorly written entries takes its toll, and the Judge is tired. Hitting the delete key before finishing an entry is very tempting. But our Judge is fair and honest, and with teary eyes continues to read – and hit the delete key. Finally, a wonderfully written short prose pops onto the screen. It is by far the finest he’s seen. Our weary Judge loves it; it is a winner; then hits the delete key – oops.
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The following is a 3000 word mystical short story currently under a Literary Contest consideration
THE KNOWING OF CARL