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While it is not the close of business here at Fifth and Marshall streets, for much of the world in Winston-Salem it is. And so with it, comes a close to my first-annual summer writing contest. We had two entries. To recap:

First entry is a nice haiku:

speed dating was doomed
like agnolotti stuffed with
cheesy nocebo

The second entry is a Tom Wolfe vocabulary builder with a fun narrative:

Nodding his ginormous head to the crunk emitting from his hacked dvr, Larry continued to read the gray literature about getting started in bollywood. He had given up on his plan to become a snowboardcross super-athlete after the IED blew him off the course in Nepal – like the worst RPG smackdown he’d ever been given except this one left him flex-cuffed to a hospital bed with little agnolotti shaped burns all over his body, a perfect storm of pain. Finding that the chaebol financed all productions through their sudoku holding companies and speed dating extortion rackets, suddenly Larry’s viewshed opened up, each piece of the hardscape a microgreen nocebo attempting to break his spirit, like the pimply kid in the telenovela he was ignoring in the background.

I’m not going to dwell on the lack of entries, but instead take pride in the quality of these two participants. Each gets a mug, and I will communicate with them next week on how to get their just rewards.

And as a special Friday treat, here’s my own entry:

Sudoku sure beats
Speed dating, a perfect storm.
Telenovela smackdown.

Enjoy.