Update: a couple of people were kind enough to reblog this post for me, so the contest deadline has been extended to 11:59 tonight (Saturday, April 28). Happy writing!
I found this photograph on neatorama.com. It’s by a photographer named Alena Beljakova. The artist obviously had her own vision when it comes to what this photograph means. But what does it mean to you?
Write a story in 100 words or less and add it to the comments below for a chance to win a free autographed copy of KRICKET or ON THE BRICKS (your choice). I’ll have a couple of guest judges so you guys won’t have to worry about me playing favorites or accepting bribes (I’ll totally accept bribes).
The contest closes on Friday, April 27. Get on it!
Scapegoats and Sacred Cows 
Hortense and her friends received the masks in the party bus. Rabbits seemed odd for the event: an “Eyes Wide Shut” situation. They’d covered their racy underthings in heavy black coats.
When they were led out onto the hunting range, they knew they’d been duped; the other masks were wolves.
***this was way better at 72 words. You and I are no longer friends.
This is great. You’re obviously disqualified, but it’s still great. But I’m pretty sure I owe you a copy of KRICKET already since you did an editing pass for me.
You have been breaking up with me more than normal lately. There’s someone else, isn’t there?
Yes, it is my new friend Lenni Ferris Doans.
That bitch again???
I can’t lose you to Lenni Ferris Doans. I’ve changed the contest to 100 words. You’re back in.
You already disqualified me, and so now there can be no forgiveness.
Nine elongated bunnies, bunnying down the road.
Green long bunnies breaking the bunny code
Seems these bunnies forgot how to do the hop
Bunnies tilting sideways, their ears don’t even flop
These wrong bunnies want to make things right
From someone’s nightmare they make for a fright
I watch these bunnies walk into the woods
Off the road bunnies return to their hood
Can’t say I will miss this nine bunny team
Their really not nice as the picture might seem
Finally the road is big bunny free
So fucking great the roads clear for me
Sorry Penni….I am 1. Not nearly clever enough, and 2. I am in a Donny Darko flashback right now…
Reblogged this on Motown Writers Network . . . Michigan Literary Network.
Reblogged this on Viv Drewa – The Owl Lady.
Peter Megginson left this gem on a Facebook post about this story contest:
When we booked Echo and the Bunnymen, we didn’t think that they wore bunny heads during performances in the 1980s. There was a demand for 40 pounds of raw carrots backstage that was written into their contract. Other things seemed odd. They scattered in all directions when dogs barked at them. We should have fired them then.
I love these all and I can’t decide. All 3 of you get a book. Thanks for playing!