Prose that Blows Winner: Most Original Story

Five Suns to Showdown

Act I

Nikki looked out the window and blew out a bored sigh. The early autumn sun beat down on the campus. Nikki looked at the stack of printouts before her, then at her watch. Three hours until quitting time, six to party time. She ran a hand through her black hair and blinked her clear blue eyes with exaggerated slowness. She adjusted her slightly-too-tight red and black horizontally-striped shirt. She lifted the next printout from the stack.

Average: 2.3 (3 votes)

Queen Sena’s Curse

“By the love of Angita, may my power put an end to your curse!” proclaimed the wonderful Amazon warrior Matéa. As bulky as three grown men, the outrageously muscular female stood proud and massive. She had lifted Bellone brass weights, donned Minerve enchanted girdle and drank Quirinus semen to achieve this superhuman size and might in order to accomplish her fateful quest thought the Uliaron forest and the Pyranegus hills.

Average: 3.7 (3 votes)

Chain Reaction (Extended)

Irina was only halfway through a mug of mead when Cerys ran into the inn and to Irina's side.

Irina sighed. "What did you do?"


Irina gave her a sharp look. "I told you I don't want to draw attention while we're travelling."

"No, really!" Cerys said. "I was just looking around the outpost and some men yelled at me!"

"Why are you worried? You're indestructible."

"They're scary! Oh no, here they come!"

Average: 3.7 (12 votes)


The girl in the flat opposite drifted onto my balcony. I didn’t see or hear her footfall; hands still clutched about the rail, the gasping sob as she settled, exhaled. So the girl tapped the glass. Twice. And I answered.

“Hello.” She whispered. “Can I come in?”

Average: 4.1 (12 votes)

Routine Physical

“Financial services, this is Eric. How can I help you?”

“Hey, it’s me.”

“Oh, hey, honey! Are you at the doctor’s office yet?”

“Yep, they just started my physical a couple minutes ago. Thought I’d give you a call.”

“Ah, good. Are you naked?”

“What do you think? Of course I am.”

“Awesome. How’s it coming so far?”

“Oh, you know the drill… I’m all belly… Is now a bad time?”

“Oh, no, not at all, of course not. It’s Friday, things are pretty slow here.”

Average: 4.1 (14 votes)

Red Christmas

It was the night before Christmas when Santa Claus fell ill.
He was under a mountain of blankets, warding off chill.

Mrs. Claus took his temperature; ‘twas 102.
“Dear Nicholas,” she said, “Whatever should we do?”

With a cough and a hack, he beckoned an elf to his side.
That elf was Ginny, whose beauty and charm were bona fide.

Her long ginger hair flowed in tangles from beneath her cap.
Fit, young, perky: she was strictly kept from Santa’s lap.

Average: 3.6 (10 votes)

Snorkel Technique, The

A waft of burnt pumpkin followed the moonlight between the curtains. As the cool, white light crept across the carpet, its iridescent glow glinted off ceramic straighteners and boxes of makeup. Eventually the moon lowered enough to beam over the large double bed in the middle of the room. As the light crawled across the covers, the slender figure occupying the bed shifted to face away from the window.

Average: 4.3 (24 votes)

Bad Beans

After the meal, Alicia burped. Loudly.

Around the campfire the other girls looked up, disgusted rather than perturbed. But screw them. Alicia was counting on them being too polite, in addition to their other faults.

Average: 4.3 (26 votes)


Kent Ashland had never appeared before the Happyland board before, but then again, he’d never created things like the stuff he’d just submitted. He was actually proud of taking risks this time, really working from his personal passions. He actually thought they were calling him up to give him a raise. But now that he saw them…well, they didn’t look happy.

Average: 3.9 (11 votes)
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