I won’t be creating a Survivor page for season six as not all of the challenges would translate well (e.g. caption contest) to this blog. But now would seem the appropriate time to post the two other 59-word stories I have done in the past. The first was completed for season six, and the other I did while as a judge, just for fun.
Arthur was a rock.
Metaphorically? No, Arthur was a pussy. The other rocks said so. He strove to rise above the label. But it was no use.
Tuesday, a man took Arthur. Soon, he adorned a lady’s finger. For the next fifty years, Arthur would hone his sense of irony, helping one man gain what he hoped to lose.
One day, a young black man with a checkered past decided to conquer his demons. Taking two steps forward, he began his journey on the straight and narrow. Sadly, his path was frequently blocked by his white peers. But with support from his extended family, he marched on. Suddenly, from the corner of his eye, he found salvation. Checkmate.
Spooky judged both and wound giving me a score of 4 on both. So that now makes me four for four on scores of four. Wherefore? I want more!
The second one is clever but more or less a huge groaner. I’m still quite proud of the first one.