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Marcus Bales 03-06-2008 09:26 AM

75 Words: a little truth
 
First, I want to say I have nothing to do with this contest, I just think it's cool, and I want to see what Zemonkeys can do in 75 words instead of 2 or 7, or 17 syllables, and the like. Whoa -- 75 words! Really let yourself go!

Second, here's the info on entering the contest, take a look for yourself:

The Little Truths Writing Contest http://insidehighered.com/churm

You may leave your contest entry as a comment to this post (http://insidehighered.com/views/blog...riting_contest), or at LitPark (http://litpark.com/2008/02/20/oronte...nd-mcsweeneys/), where you can check out some of the competition.

Write a creative nonfiction story or essay, 75 (seventy-five!) words or less, in which someone reveals something, is unmasked, or comes to a new understanding. (This is most of literature, by the way.) We call these “little truths.”

"Clear, concise, vivid prose—memoir, journalism, or lyric all welcome. Memoir and narrative are best told with scenes and detail, not explanation, and even the personal essay form benefits from image and sensory language."

Here is a little truth, exactly 75 words long, from Somerset Maugham’s notebooks:

We were sitting in a wine shop in Capri when Norman came in and told us T. was about to shoot himself. We were startled. Norman said that when T. told him what he was going to do he could think of no reason to dissuade him. “Are you going to do anything about it?” I asked. “No.” He ordered a bottle of wine and sat down to await the sound of the shot.

Mr. Maugham is currently dead and therefore ineligible to win this contest, so send your own little truth along. Enter as many times as you like! Post entries as comments to this posting by midnight, Friday, March 7, 2008 -- now extended until midnight, Monday, March 10. By entering the contest, you agree to allow Inside Higher Ed and LitPark to re-post and archive your entry at their sites, though all rights revert to you.

Entries can be funny, sad, ironic, hip, morose, hopeful, or anything else you want them to be, but they should be both true and True.

The Judge
…will be Steve Davenport, Creative Nonfiction Editor of Ninth Letter, and Associate Director of the Creative Writing Program at University of Illinois, Urbana-Champaign. Steve’s first book, Uncontainable Noise, won Pavement Saw Press’s Transcontinental Poetry Prize. More importantly, he may be the basis for my character-foil “Rory.” Winners will be announced here at The Education of Oronte Churm the week of March 10th.

The Prizes:
Grand Prize is a $100 VISA Gift Card, courtesy of Inside Higher Ed, your online source for news, opinion and jobs for all of higher education.

First Prize is courtesy of McSweeney’s: A $50 gift certificate to the McSweeney’s store, where you can find everything from magazine subscriptions to books to tattoos to the original circus t-shirt.

Second Prize is courtesy of featherproof books, a young indie publisher based in Chicago, which publishes perfect-bound, full-length works of fiction and downloadable mini-books. Get two featherproof novels of your choice and one of their “reusable, rewritable, rarely regrettable” letterTees.

Third Prize (two to be given) is the debut album of Les Chauds Lapins, Parlez-moi d’amour, courtesy of the hot little bunnies themselves.

Third, I hope you'll post your 75-word entry here AND at the contest, so we can have some fun with it.

Fourth, here's my first crack at it:

The silver jets align, above my head, and turn across that famous wild blue sky,
then build a stem of white trails three miles high. I watch the highest jet, and when it goes on up alone the others, like a rose unfolding, or fountain breaking as it grows, peel away, drop down, and thunder by to shake me with how much he loved to fly, and scream and boom their sorrow that he’s dead.

MoJoRiSin 12-14-2008 10:50 PM

^hey there's a good one for circular verse

lukkucairi 12-22-2008 12:22 PM

sorry, no truth, but a question:

>>

Being human ain’t for the faint of heart. We’re cultured from raw haploid information, spun into being inside the fractal mystery of a mother’s womb, loaded down with a brain almost to large to fit through her pelvis, and then thrust into the air-breathing world without so much as a by-your-leave. Do we ask to exist, or is existence thrust upon us?
It’s a puzzle, and like all enigma-obsessed monkeys we fall for the bait.


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