Last Flash Fiction Contest for a Nokia X3
Posted by Jayvee Fernandez at January 15th, 2011
Hi guys! I’ll announce the winner of the previous mini-contest later as I’m still going through the entries. But I already wanted to start the thread for the final contest which culminates tomorrow night. Again, we’re giving away the final Nokia X3! Our first winner (Marlon = “Messie”) was kind enough to send in a photo with the X3, quickly expedited!
BTW, if by chance you win in the second contest, then your entries for this contest is voided (since I’m starting a new round before we announce).
Yay! OK on to the rules (which by now you’re very familiar with!)
RULES
1. The deadline for MYSTERY flash fiction is at 11:59PM of SUNDAY.
2. The contest is FLASH FICTION. If you don’t know what it is, this is the type of creative fiction which you can do with as little words as possible. The limit is 144 characters (including the space and periods, commas, etc) so if your limit is essentially one Tweet. Leave the entries in my comments section.
Example: Perhaps the most famous is the work by Hemmingway which goes something like: For Sale: Baby Shoes, Never Worn.. English / Filipino / Taglish entries are OK. Avoid abbreviations.
3. The theme:
MYSTERY Saturday 12:00AM – Sunday 11:59PM
Clock is based on the timestamp of the comments.
4. I’m choosing the winner. If there are any discrepancies with the rules whatsoever, I’ll have final say with the rules after considering the comments from readers. Winners wil be announced a couple of hours after each mini contest ends, also announcing the beginning of the new series.
5. This contest is open to everyone from the Philippines. if you live outside MLA, we will have to ship the prize to you courtesy of Nokia. They will take care of it. If you won once, you can’t win again. But you can submit as many entries as you wish (you can even combine them if you want). Entries that are heavily offensive / done in bad taste / pornographic won’t be counted. PG-13 allowed.
6. If you submitted your entry in the previous post, don’t worry I am keeping track of them, but please for new entries, submit in the comments section below this post.
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–A lady took a widower’s daughter. He mourns again. Whose body?
–The postman rings thrice. No letters. Blank stares.
–Snow white won’t wake up. Final curtain.
–I traveled to the future. No one’s there.
–The wedding bells stopped tolling. Rose petals, gone with the wind.
–A poor lad eloped with a rich girl. He finally came home. No house. Arson
–A Philosophy book. A broken rosary. Emmanuel’s stuffs.
– An extravagant wedding. Then, children at the couple’s doorsteps.
–A friar weeps at the sight of his daughter entering the convent.
–Dad’s illness. Mom’s indifference. Ted’s bruises.
–Epitaph: He served to the king. Gone in a landlord’s whim.
–For Printing: A 16-yrs old’s Curriculum vitae.
it’s not yet quarter to 12
goodluck
Chris did not commit suicide. He was killed but the police is convinced by a suicide note that he really did take his life.
The time stop ticking.
Monday on a call center. No one’s picking up the phone. Twelve, twenty one, twenty twelve.
Something moved in the compartment. She knows her daughter is in their but she can’t open it or they’ll explode.
For Printing: A 11-yrs old’s Curriculum vitae.
The wave slammed Peter so hard that he was knocked off his feet and dragged to the ocean then somebody screamed “Shark!”
**correction:
For Printing: An 11-year-old’s Curriculum vitae.
We can start counting numbers but we can’t finish them.
She walks. She looked back to see a silhoutte. She walked faster. Footsteps behind her grew louder. She ran for her life.
Five, two, eight, four, nine, one: the vault combination. It’s a dream within a dream. Inception.
The dogs barked louder as the night grew old. Simon knew there’s someone out there. He reached for his phone when a gunshot was fired.
The house sinking. Ships flying. Buses and cars diving.
Four, eight, fifteen, sixteen, twenty three, forty two. The island moved. So do the polar bears and the black smoke.
He’s so lucky to be alive by now. After all he did something good.
He stared at the ceiling. There’s something wrong. He reached for his gun and open fired at the ceiling. Blood poured down.
He didn’t knew that he is already dead.
Writer sits alone at the bar waiting, waiting, waiting for his friend to come. He hears his friend’s faint, plaintive whisper in his right ear, “Dude, who killed me?”
Eight missing days. Eight clues. One Nokia N8. What happened to Pier Roxas?
“Luke I am your father.”
“No. That’s not true! That’s impossible!”
Has anyone seen my soul?
He plays jack and poy in front of the mirror but he lose…
I mistakenly placed my entry on the initial post about this pcntest:
If you want girls to come easy, shroud yourself in mystery.
Ang bahay kong iniwan, bukas kong dinatnan. Sino kaya ag umubos nglaman?
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Very late but I’m still having fun
His name is Pier Roxas. I’m Robinson Ortigas.
announcing winner in a bit!