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Fall 2015 Graduate Student Reading
On November 3rd, 2015 we heard from Jamie Miller, Rachel Davis, and Josiah Rosell.
Fall 2015 Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest: Winners and Dishonorable Mentions
Winner: G. Gamache
As John, the white, middle aged, brown-haired male protagonist awoke beside his equally generic (yet unrealistically attractive) heterosexual partner, Sarah, he knew that something completely unremarkable was about to happen.
2nd Place: Madeleine Kuennen
As Dr. Foster walked along the shore, he wondered why on earth seashells were referred to by such a name when they came from the ocean.
3rd Place: Jojo Lampe
There I was, pooping and picking my nose.
Dear Reader, I invite you to join me as I tell you the incredible story of my tumultuous junior year of high school including “The Great Audition Debacle of 2017”, “What Happens When You Wear White Pants and Your Period Starts”, and “Help! I’m in Love with My Best Friend.”
Growing up, I never imagined myself becoming proprietor of a museum of erotic garden gnomes, but fate is like a compass; you never know which way it will point.
The funny thing about affairs is that you never really plan to have one, they just sort of happen; this is the story of the greatest and most painful love story of my life.
Fall 2014 Very Short Story Contest: Winners and Honorable Mentions
Thank you so much to all of our participants! We applaud you for being able to tell a story in 140 characters or less on Twitter.
First Place: Sarah Barger
“Tell me a lie,” I whisper to her as I take her hand. She gazes down at our intertwined fingers. “I love you,” she replies.
Second Place: Alex Wennerberg
just attempted to open a can of beans by removing the label
Third Place: Sebastian Maldonado-Velez
Home is where I last forgot my toothbrush. I guess my new home is in a landfill somewhere.
Mackenzie Bernard: He wants the girl toy with his Happy Meal.
Natalie Carbery: I waited for you in the glen. Red hair ruined by hay and wind. Cheeks wet. When you didn’t show I made my way back to town.
Fall 2014 Faculty Reading
On November 13th, 2014 we heard from Dr. Jocelyn Cullity, Dr. Adam Davis, and Graduate Student Kevin Manley.
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Fall 2012 Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest: Winners and Dishonorable Mentions
Thank you to everyone who submitted to the contest, we had so many great entries it was difficult to narrow down!
Winner: Hope Benefield
“It will never be the same between us—a torrid love affair with sex like howling monkeys doing the Meringue,” she sobbed into his shoulder, and he was regretful that he had seen this coming when he saw her eying Tony Mellonhawk, the downtrodden downtown druggist, who during his lunch hour made a habit of sensually wiping down the larger than life Venus de Milo sculpture that plagued the entrance of the squat drug store.
This jack of all trades, who was extremely specialized in one specific area, was sharp as a tack, unless the tack was bent, though technically it would still be sharp; he was the brightest bulb in the box, with the exception being if the box consisted of old bulbs which had already burned out a long time ago, though he was most definitely, by far, the sharpest tool in the shed, unless you needed a tool that was purposefully dull, in which case, he was then both the sharpest and the dullest, depending on which one you needed to complete the task.
Ever since her doting parents died in a horrific car accident eight and two-thirds months ago, Faern the demi-elf wept bitter tears every time she ate chicken noodle soup, but at the moment she was slurping tomato soup, so she did not weep bitter tears.
She bequeathed to him but a single jar of captured flatulence.
The kitchen floor was seemingly swept and washed to perfection, and hence was shining like the new moon, but not the new moon by modern definition, rather the original meaning of a first crescent which marks the beginning of the month in lunar calendars such as the Muslim calendar, and in lunisolar calendars such as the Hebrew calendar, Hindu calendar and Buddhist calendar, which would lead one to believe that the floor was beautifully and modestly bright, when in all actuality there was one unbecoming crumb there, a crumb of peculiar incongruity to the well-kept room.
He done did it.
“I want to be an English and Theatre double major,” I gayly reminisced saying to myself in my youth as I hung the annual half broken Christmas lights along my cardboard home in this week’s alleyway of choice.