For
the River Cities' Reader's
fourth-annual short-fiction contest, we got mean. Diabolical.
Bound-for-hell cruel.
Oh, sure, in the past we gave the challenge of starting or ending with a particular line, or including seven specific words in a story. We've limited you to 200 words.
This year, in addition to the relatively mundane prompts of a photograph and a fortune cookie, we devised what we called the "Wheel of Fortune challenge," in which authors could not use the letters R, S, T, L, N, and E. As you'll see from the winners and other selected entries, that nasty constraint gave us our most creative and playful entries.

When
I put the album from the electronic duo EOTO in a CD player at work,
my office mate Mike Schulz asked - after about five seconds of
music - "You're not watching porn, are you?"
You'd
never know it by listening to him, but every time Chris Botti picks
up his instrument, he's wrestling with it.
Most
everybody knows that Blur song
as "Woo Hoo," even though its proper title is "Song 2."
Neither is particularly meaningful.







