Do check out the stories from last week’s challenge, in which writers torment their protagonists.
This week? I’ve got a book to give away.
An actual, honest-to-Jeebus physical book.
I know! Those do still exist. I may even decide to send it in a package made of dodo bones.
Anyway, this week, I’ll pick one story that I do love oh so very much, and the writer of that story will earn the above book — CRIMES IN SOUTHERN INDIANA, stories by Frank Bill. Let me be clear when I say that these stories represent a ragged, saw-toothed collection of mean-ass crime fiction — country noir set in the Heartland. Frank’s prose is equally gnarly, and represents a very distinct voice. Writers this good don’t come around all that often, so trust me when I say, you want this collection.
This is an advanced copy, too. Isn’t out until next month.
That should juice your trousers.
(Though be advised, I can only send it to folks in the US of A. That’s not to say international peeps can’t still contribute fiction, only that they ain’t up for the book.)
One thing I noticed when reading this collection is, HOLY SHIT, GUNS. See, I’m a bit of a gun nut. Sure, sure, I may be socially liberal, but like it or no, I’m a gun guy. My father was a gun collector, a gunsmith, and a gunseller, and as a result I grew up around guns. Mostly long-arms with the occasional pistol. Hell, to clear out carpenter bees my father loaded CCI .22 shotshells into a piece of shit Italian .22 revolver and had me shoot the bees one at a time as they swarmed up around our barn. There I was, 12-years-old, executing bees with a .22 revolver in our driveway.
Probably not legal. But whatever. Those were good times.
Anyway, on damn near every page of Frank Bill’s collection: guns. 12 gauge. H&K .40. A .38 snubnose. Another 12 gauge. Again and again: gun porn. And I like me some gun porn.
So, that’s your job.
Well, really, all I ask is that you write a piece of crime fiction that features — and c’mon, this is so easy — guns as a feature. That’s like a present to you, from me. Mmmm. Guns.
You have 1000 words.
Short flash fiction. Not a vignette but a complete story.
Due by Friday, August 19th.
I’ll pick a favorite in the week after.
Post at your online space. Link back here. Direct us to your tale in the comments of this post.
Crime + Guns = Awesome.
Get to work.
We have our winner.
Some good stuff, here. Tricky, though, because some stuff a) wasn’t crime or b) was over the limit. Further, I’ll still note that it’s hard to read some stories because of the blogs — in particular, busy backdrops hiding behind white text. Had to copy/paste into a WORD doc just to read without getting headachey.
For this disturbing and well-written gem:
Kiss The Gun.
Or what I would call, “Harvey Gets The Shot.”