Stand back, ladies and gentlemen. We had three – count ’em three – entries in this week’s challenge! This is a real contest now. While the Viagra-ku entries were all equally stunning and sexually empowering, there can only be one winner.
Last week’s No Tellin’ Scribble Challenge winner is Tim author of the three-part Viagra-ku, ” A 70-year-old Man Attempts a Seduction.” Completely enchanting, Tim, and only a little disgusting. Congratulations! Copy/paste the award badge to your blog and let everyone know you’ve arrived.
This week’s challenge should be interesting because it has narrow parameters. This week, I challenge all of you to write a “Dear John” letter in fifty words or less. These can be cold or impassioned, handwritten or text-messaged, post-it noted or slung through a window tied around a rock. Give us a little scenario if it helps – the letter itself should not be over fifty words, but the scenario can be as long as you want.
Post your entry in the comments section or post a link to it from your own site. After last week’s 300% increase in entries, I’m understandably excited about this one.
6 thoughts on “Weekly No Tellin’ Scribble Challenge, and last week’s winner”
The Dear John letter when you’ve talked until your blue in the face and they just don’t get it:>>Dear John, >Put a fork in me. I’m done.>>Love,>Your Maid, Hooker and Nanny
Tape it to the fridge, gal. The signature says it all.
Candace ROCKS!>>Hard act to follow, but I’ll try:>>Remember no more the love that was ours,>We both know the truth – it was wrong from the start.>Remember to her the vows that you made.>Return to her now and forget all we had.>You once made a promise, I beg you to keep it.>Good bye.
Dear Prospective Partner, >>It is with deepest personal regret that I pen these lines to you. I am simply aching at heart over the need to say this, but say it I must. Though I have somewhat enjoyed getting to know you, I feel that we lack sufficient commonality to pursue this relationship endeavor. Yes, I know that you felt a growing closeness, as evidenced by your increasingly flirtatious text-messages, tempered as they were with the occasional ;). I regret that I cannot return your 😉 in kind. In fact, your xoxoxoxox seems excessive, and your *kiss* ill-timed. The thought of living alone for the rest of my life fills me with less despair than the thought of spending another awkward evening in your company. I am downcast, and yet, strangely gleeful when I ponder a future that does not contain you. Hence, I heed my heart, and move on to the >>NEXT.>>Fondly yours, >Karindira
HA! Great ending.
dear john, >>let’s pretend like last night never happened. >thanks.