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Salone
Problem to the Solution
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First Contest!
Writing Prompt 1:
Writing Prompt 1 Results:
Winner: Lucid:
Submission:
Jack:
Wanted to follow up with you on that cargo of 10,000 baby petite lap giraffes that you are supposed to be transporting for me. As a reminder, your ship was supposed to come in to port three days ago, and the dock master has informed me that your ship has gone missing.
Who do you think you are? Noah? We don't have 40 days, here! I have a very tight business to run and I have investors counting on these petite lap giraffes. They are supposed to revolutionize the pet industry! I spent billions of dollars breeding them, and you are jeopardizing their lives by keeping them on the ocean and out of professional care. I can't risk losing these animals, Jack.
I've had my managers keeping a watch on your ship's route and they have informed me about some hurricane. Jack, I hired you because you were the best ship captain out there. I paid you half upfront. I expect you to have avoided that hurricane, Jack. I want to see results.
Please let me know asap your status and give me an ETA on your arrival. I wanted you here on Monday, Jack. Don't make me wait.
- Spencer Rycombe, CEO
Runner(s) Up:
Illusion
Submission:
Jack was high on FORRRGEEETABOUTIT, a rare drug only found in Trisp-exico. After shanking his drug dealer for more to no avail, Jack learns from Mitch that his ex-girlfriend Tammy knows where to find them. Jack proceeds on his Journey to Tammy's house only to find her dead. A suicide note was left to her side, there it read:
"Too whomever may be readin' this. I couldn' take the pain and suffering no more. This was a split second decision, and I think it was a good one too! If this my parents reading this then, FUCK YOU, if it's my no good hair salonist you do shoddy work, and if this letter ever ends up with one of my ex boyfriends, you could have had it all but you lost me you cheap ass bastards. Well, this is it. I'm going to smoke this FORRGEEETABOUTIT that I got from some sailor named Francis who works down at the pier and then rest in piece. LOL OMG #SUICIDETHISBITCH. Amen."
Jack was oddly disturbed from this ordeal, so he called and left a tip to the police and scurried off to the pier to find a sailor named Francis. Jack asked around for Francis and only got dirty looks and maybe a smack in the noggin'. After numerous failed attempts a lady tapped on his shoulder and said, "I heard you be looking for me darling." Jack turns around to see a women of a particular man.
"I heard you asking around for me, did you want to do..." Francis stares at Jack's everything.
Jack quickly replies "Aah gee no. I'm looking for some Forgeettaboout it."
"Well. I'm off on a voyage to grab some off a island where I don't get problems with the buzz. Come with me, you can pretend you own my boat and play captain... All over the poopdeck." Francis plays with her tongue and lips suggestively. Francis agreed to play captain and join Francis on her voyage. A hour at sea and while avoiding sexual roleplay with Francis, the waves began to grow and roar.
"AARRR. E' STORM IS APPROOACHING." Jack said.
"Eye eye.... captain." Francis says suggestively. The boat rocked back and worth, thunder was screeching in the background, and soon a giant tsunami wised before the shipped. Before Jack knew anything the tsunami had hit him and the boat was flipped upside down. Moments later Jack is coughing up water, the boat has sank, he realizes that the boat is now submerged into water but he was left in a small pocket of air. A giant splinter was impaled in his stomach. Jack is dying. All alone on his ship, he is the last person alive, and soon he won't even be that. Adrift in the vast expanse, he has little chance of rescue and an even slimmer chance of survival.
Jack closed his eyes and then soon opened up again. He found himself naked next to a sleeping Francis. Jack says aloud, "WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO!?" Francis opens his eyes and said, "FORGEEEEETAAABOOOUUUTIT!"
Second Contest!
Writing Prompt 2:
Writing Prompt 2 Results:
Winner: Coda
Submission:
"My daughter is DEAD." The police commissioner was red in the face as he bellowed the words at me as rain fell in sheets against his office window. "YOU were the one who was supposed to stop that... that MADMAN. You talk about protecting this city? Then explain to me why I'm going home tonight to an EMPTY HOUSE?"
The mayor was standing on my other side, the two of them flanking me as if to keep me from getting away. He pursed his lips, shifting his weight and refolding his arms, a dark scowl on his face. He's inserted himself into this meeting as a show of authority. He hasn't said much so far, but we have a history -- I know he doesn't like me. The feeling is mutual. "Yes, please, explain it to him. Explain why you disobeyed my DIRECT order. I'd like to hear what sort of justification you have. I want to know why you think that you can get away with your brand of vigilante justice and yet you can't -- no, you WON'T do what it takes to keep this from happening!"
I narrowed my eyes, remaining silent. I'm not going to let him get under my skin. The commissioner and I don't always see eye to eye, but I respect him, and I value his opinions. I really DO feel bad about his daughter. But the mayor? He's a corrupt crook with the backing of the mob, and he only won because his opponent did something embarrassing.
"WELL? Are you going to SAY anything?" The mayor just officially blew his cool.
I spoke up for the first time to say, "Not to you."
"WHAT?! I'll have you thrown out of this city! What makes you think you can act like this to me?"
"Because..." I paused for dramatic effect, letting the thunder crash. "I'm Batman."
Runner(s) Up:
Illusion
Submission
Last edited by Salone; 10-04-2015 at 09:45 PM.
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Posted 09-19-2015, 05:34 PM
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