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MERE 50 WORDS: Recap

Congratulations to all of the winners of A Mere 50 Words!

If you’ve been following the stories this week, you’ll see that the five winners have now been posted. For your convenience, here’s the list:

Grand Prize: Michael Penny, “The Future’s Bright”
First Runner Up: Seamus Dobbin, “The Future of Humanity is Now”
Honourable Mention: King Kool, “Beneath Large Scallop Shells”
Honourable Mention: Proteem Bhaduri, “The Intruder”
Honourable Mention:
Jeremiah Lewis, “The Other Girl”

I want to say thank you to everyone who entered. I got way more response than I expected, and there are a lot of entertaining stories sitting in my email inbox! I realize this is something that gets said after every single contest, but I did have a hard time picking the winners. There are a lot of people who could easily have qualified for an Honourable Mention or better, but in the end I had to limit myself to five prizes.

The good news is that I’ll probably be sharing a lot of the other submissions on the site in later days as guest-writer stories, so if you submitted something you may still get a chance to see it go up on the site!

In the future I’m sure I’ll do something like this again. It was a lot of fun, and it was really encouraging to see how many people were willing to sit down for a few minutes and put themselves to the challenge I’ve been facing every day for the past seven months.

Let me know what you thought of the stories by leaving a comment or sending an email to tim@fiftywordstories.com!

Thanks again, everyone!

Tim

Blinded by Passion

When you’re in love, everything looks like a butterfly.

That was Barry’s experience, at least. He’d just met The One: she was beautiful and smart, and she had an amazing voice.

Unfortunately, Barry discovered, not everything was a butterfly, and blue jays like him can’t digest candy wrappers very well.

TIM SEVENHUYSEN: Low Expectations

The helicopter buzzed over the city like a truck-sized mosquito.

“I can see my house!” cried little Jeremy.

“You’ll never see it again if your parents don’t pay up,” grunted one of the masked men.

“You want money?” said Jeremy. He gave them his allowance, and they let him go.

TIM SEVENHUYSEN: PRO-BONO PRIVATE EYE Chapter 2

It’s Friday. I hate Fridays.
Some Fridays I have nothing to do, so I sleep through lunch and gag down cheap booze at the diner all evening.
Today, I have a job. It’s a freebie. I hate myself.
She’s a brunette. Thinks her husband’s lying to her. She’s probably right.

It’s Friday. I hate Fridays.

Some Fridays I have nothing to do, so I sleep through lunch and gag down cheap booze at the diner all evening.

Today, I have a job. It’s a freebie. I hate myself.

She’s a brunette. Thinks her husband’s lying to her. She’s probably right.

TIM SEVENHUYSEN: Siestas Are For Hot People

It was so oppressively hot outside that I could’ve fried an egg on my forehead (so long as I was wearing a camping stove as a hat and had a tank of propane and some matches handy).

So I went inside, turned on the air conditioning, and took a nap.