It has been a terrible year for tomatoes here. I make and put up sauce, having long since lost my taste for the manufactured variety, and with three times the plants I grew last year, I've yet to put up as much as got us through last winter. Such are the vagaries of the growing season. We got all the rain, and a cool summer, and to the west of us, the land burns with drought. For all that it made my harvest rough, I'd rather our lot than theirs.
And I would far rather my safe and mostly comfortable world than any we put forth on this blog, though the stories are rich and complex and compelling. You are all a wonder, and I feel blessed that you come to share your work with us.
The winner of last (two) week's challenge is John Xero with his blood-drenched tale, What cost, humanity? That one will stick with me for a long time.
I would choose the entire lot as runners up, so good were they, but having to select, I pick Fate, by Zaiure and Thwarted, by Sandra Davies. Both tales were strong and very tightly written. I hope to see more of each of those stories.
The Tome cares nothing for my feats of vegetative brilliance (and there were a few), hoping instead to be rewarded with something a bit more carnal for the offering of these words:
The usual rules apply: 100 words maximum (excluding title) of flash
fiction or poetry using all of the three words above in the genres of
horror, fantasy, science fiction or noir. Serialized fiction is, as
always, welcome. All variants and use of the words and stems are fine.
You have until 11 p.m. (U.S. Eastern time) Friday, September 26.
Feel free to post links to your stories on Twitter or Facebook or
whichever social media best pleases you and, if you like, remind your
friends that we are open to new and returning writers.