I am pleased to reveal that the winners of this contest have now been decided. For a full discussion of the contest and my and Karl's judges' comments, please see my blog post below:
http://www.mywritingblog.com/writer/2007/09/flash-fiction-contest-results.htmlI thought I should publish the winning entries on the forum as well, so here are the names of the winning stories and their authors, followed by the stories themselves...
Long Distance by Anitra Budd
Magic to Die For by Amanda Hyatt
The Visions of My Life, as Seen Through Eyes That Grow Dim With Age by Shirla White
LONG DISTANCE
"White Cliff Palace." The voice was a Manhattan, all smoke and clinking ice.
"Mom? It's me."
"I know who it is, sweetheart." The subliminal murmurs of her clepsydra played in the background. "Now, what does my little genius want?"
"Just making sure you're alive."
"Charlie, save the sermon. I'm completely, utterly happy with my life and I don't intend to change. So you've got two choices: accept me, or go to hell and stop calling." Click.
No Mom, I thought as I slid to the restroom floor. There's another way. My fingers began redialing the numbers scrawled on the mirror.
MAGIC TO DIE FOR
I gazed in the mirror and marvelled at what subliminal lies lay submerged in the blurred reflection there. "A pretty face," they used to say, and "What beautiful hair." I'd come to believe them - even to see what they saw. Until Arthur. Clever, handsome Arthur. Genius - even in his beatings. But who was the genius now? I could see his white shirt, unbuttoned, blowing gaily as he stood on the cliff face, unaware that, like a clepsydra, the ebbing tide measured his final moments. I flung the white-shirted straw doll into the wind and watched him leap to his fate.
THE VISIONS OF MY LIFE, AS SEEN THROUGH EYES THAT GROW DIM WITH AGE
As my days grow shorter now, I am subliminally drawn to the mirror again. Here I can look back on my past. The vision of a young girl with long brown hair and enormous hazel eyes flits in and out of view. The white dress she wears billows in the wind as she laughs and plays.
This girl soon vanishes, and in her place is a weather worn cliff side manor. An ancient clepsydra in the court yard still measures the passing of time; the genius of this timekeeper still intrigues me.
Soon my visions fade, and I'm alone again.
The other short-listed entries were as follows. No prizes for their authors, I'm afraid, but all are highly commended:
Leap of Faith by Cherry Walker
At 98% of the Speed of Light, Your Clock Can Kill You! by Mark Jensen
Cliff's World by Constance Gardner
An Interlude by Nigel Edwards
The Curse of the Ancient Clepsydra by David Fredrickson
Congratulations to the winning and short-listed writers, and commiserations to those who did not win on this occasion. I do hope you all enjoyed entering the contest!