My short story, "The Soft Prison," is a finalist in the Pacific Northwest Writers Association's Unpublished Writing Contest.
The 1st, 2nd, and 3rd place winners will be announced at the PNWA's annual conference in Sept.
Here is the contest's finalists page:
www.pnwa.org/page/Finalis...
It is week two of the Siege of Portland, and still these barbarians will not yield to our troops. We have severed the cords of their latte machines but they are making cowboy coffee in their camps, where loud ukulele songs of resistance even now drift in on the breeze.
It is week two of the Siege of Portland, and still these barbarians will not yield to our troops. We have severed the cords of their latte machines but they are making cowboy coffee in their camps, where loud ukulele songs of resistance even now drift in on the breeze.
"...[T]his masterpiece catapulted the author to the forefront of the literary movement known as 'Sturm und Drang.'"
"...[T]his masterpiece catapulted the author to the forefront of the literary movement known as 'Sturm und Drang.'"
Once upon a time Seattle had TWO daily papers.
Once upon a time Seattle had TWO daily papers.
Shoreline's streets were laid out by a mysterious stranger with glowing red eyes. He smelled of sulfur.
Shoreline's streets were laid out by a mysterious stranger with glowing red eyes. He smelled of sulfur.
I'm drawn to hidden vestiges of the past.
I'm drawn to hidden vestiges of the past.