Our Holiday Spectacular is back!
Can you smell cordite in the air?
Can you smell cordite in the air?
The Twelve Daze of Christmas by Bad-ass writers
Hello,
everyone. It was an amazing Halloween, with a lot of fun pieces submitted and
published.
Now, guess
what? It’s that time of year again. Where I impose my newbie over-eagerness to
throw a seasonal monkey wrench into the FFO works while Rob Pierce plots how
best to get me to ingest some cyanide-spiked eggnog.
The Twelve
Daze of Christmas is back! When we post stories about holiday insanity. We’re
looking for Santa Claws, folks! The nitty-gritty. During these last two months
of the year, petty crimes and suicides spike. Show us why. You got 700 words; use them wisely to give us a view of the holidays from
deep in the gutter. Shock us, gross us out, do what you must. Most importantly,
though, entertain us.
“Just
seven hundred words!” you exclaim. Well, we’re posting these on twelve consecutive days,
so we need some leeway. Besides, who doesn’t like a challenge?
Keep it
tight, criminal, and compelling. Give Rudolph a black eye, shove a dreidel in
someone’s eye (yes, Hanukkah is fair game too. Come one, come all.), and give
us a good read to cozy up to the fireplace with while downing a tall glass of
stout.
Acceptances
begin right away, just please be sure to keep it under 700 words. We’re
being strict with this. Anything over will not be read. When submitting, please let us know you want
it to be considered for the Twelve Daze of Christmas series and send us a short
bio along with the entry. Thank you, one and all.
Happy,
slappy holidays!
