We at Extreme Writing Now are proud to be holding our first ever, open to the general public, short stories competition. We have a judge and are offering cash prizes to the top 5 finalists. The competition is running now, so if you want to enter, visit the guidelines page at . Thank you...
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What follows is my entry for the contest currently held here at Extreme Writing Now.  What I find amazing is that I am a self admitted slayer of rules and on the edge player, yet I find solace in the strict structure of and the nine line poems, like this one, that I write....
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For the first time since June of 2010, when Extreme Writing Now became a network for writers, we are having an open to the public short stories competition. Yes! That’s right! Open to the general public; complete with cash prizes and a judge. The Spring Rush 2011 Flash Fiction contest will begin accepting submissions...
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Extreme Writing Now is excited to announce the site’s the first of 2011. This contest will be a Poetry Slam and will be judged in the FaceBook Fans’ Choice format that we have used before. This is a member’s only event. Post your poetry, one entry per member, at the site using the Poetry...
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Chu Lai Republic of South Vietnam March 1967 Outer Perimeter…Guard Detail I was pulling my 2nd tour…out where “Charlie” owns the Patch…Where we are close enough to smell each other..Close enough to hear them chat ..with us..Not always..but often enough to get almost used to it…It was a 30 day detail..out for 30 days and...
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The old woman awakens, to the rasp of the hinges, ripping the shutters from her bedroom window. She rises supporting her frail body with blue veined hands holding fast to the bedpost, the night stand, the windowsill. In the pallor of midnight moon, the shutters lie quiet in the garden, in her crushed azalea...
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“So what’s your story man?” “I don’t wanna talk about it.” “Dude, we’re going to be stuck here for a while. We better get used to each other. And what better way to kill time.” “Kill time… Seriously?” “Ironic right? ” he chuckled, “Sorry, couldn’t resist.” “Alright. My married life was getting a bit, um, mundane....
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THE GHOST RIDER She squeezed him tight and he turned his head to the right, leaning it back slightly. “I see a cop up ahead!” she said, over the wind and the big bike’s thundering power. He did not, but then her sight had always been better than his, and was much better since...
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What follows is my entry for the October 2010 flash fiction writing contest here at Extreme Writing Now… Sil sat in the utilitarian, padded steel chair, forearms on the table, hands rubbing each other. The wrinkled, hospital issue robe and pajamas only accentuated his disheveled look. The bright fluorescent lighting that brought the sterile...
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As she drove into town, Ellie marveled at the subtle hints of autumn color beginning to spread across the countryside as if by a painter’s brush. “Why didn’t you come to the cemetery yesterday?” a familiar voice asked. Ignoring the voice, Ellie glanced at the heater controls on the dashboard of the Bonneville as...
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Pounding his fist to pulpit, Joel was convinced that this time the congregation heard. Why oh why did they give him blank stares when he spoke the word of the Lord? He’d practiced time and again the infliction…”and the fire rose up, the devil swirled outta the smoke, grabbed every last one into the depths of...
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