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V.D. Love Contest Reminder

February 13, 2012 in Valentine's Day Love Contest

For fuck’s sake, people, this contest is about love—an emotion that some of you allegedly possessed at one point in your lives. The final hours of the competition are winding down. I have four prizes and three entries, one of which is ineligible. I am literally figuratively pulling my hair out here. I will be accepting entries until the end of Valentine’s Day (midnight Tuesday). If I don’t have a quorum by that time, I will do something desperate, AND NONE OF YOU WILL BE HAPPY ABOUT IT. Let’s just say that I’ve noticed the average liberal’s aversion to animals having their knuckles smashed with ball peen hammers. (Conservatives are usually okey with this). Seriously though, I’ll probably just write or do something grotesque.

So write a goddamn poem, craft a short story, make a video, Blingee™ a heart and post it directly in WordPress or email it to CLatrigue@live.com. To view the contest click any linked word in this post, or click here.

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  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/unfun/ Unfun

    Fine, I’ll try. I post breathless sometimes angry prose in my little moleskine about sex. I guess I can just cut and paste or something. We will see.

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/militantrubberducky/ MilitantRubberDucky

    Unfun wrote:

    I post breathless sometimes angry prose in my little moleskine about sex. I guess I can just cut and paste or something.

    Maybe you can just scan a picture of it? I don’t want to lose the lube stains. Character, you know?

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/jamaica007/ jamaica007

    I cannot remember a day with which the emptiness has subsided,
    So much in you I had confided, much a part of me my youth, my hopes a dream now parted,
    Stolen as if taken by the reaper of our departed,
    How I hated the very bile for which you possessed,
    To be ripped apart in the manner to which I held my empty heartless chest,
    A year has gone and at times i feel alone,
    The emptiness of the place we once called home,
    Reminders removed, forward I now travel,
    Upon the beach, I rest, revitalized solitude now the mood and tone,
    I reflect upon the fondness, the caring, and looking into their eyes,
    For no matter how dim the past, you are always a part of my future….