|Glory... Oh the splendor.
||[Aug. 22nd, 2008|11:27 am]
As all of you know, It was not more than a month ago that I comissioned what would be the first literary contest ever held on this blog. What at the time seemed like a fair and noble idea, turned into what I am now calling "An Experiment In Glory!". You see, I was never good at math, and as such, these contests are never about the numbers. You can put your calculator away, and banish your calculus for different times. "But Jeremy", one might say "your contest was a failure because you only had one real entrant submit a 5 sentence short story." Au Contraire my friend, au contraire. |
You see, most see the glass half full of orange juice, I see the glass half full of pure florida sunshine. That's just my take on things. As such, I would like to think that the one entry I did recieve was basically the entire world channeling all of it's literary prowess into one perfect piece. And when I read it I knew, I knew that I would be different. I may look the same, but I am just a whisper of who I once was. JD, you are a knight, slaying those that scoff at the power of the word. Conquering the dragon that might try to burn our books and crisp our literary lust.
Without further ado, the grand champion, "THE GREAT LAMENT".
The great lament.
by Justin Detmers
The disco-tech is illuminated like a wild fire raging through the canyons on a cloudless night. Inebriated twenty something’s wield glow sticks and pulse to thundering electronic music. I yearn to devour this glory, which is set before me like a chalice of splendor. Providence herself begs I claim my destiny, as the one born to dance. Yet to my dismay, participation is forbidden due to my ill-fated condition; motion-triggered flatulence.