It’s been a few days since the Title Writing Prompt Challenge submissions went live, and the voting has been . . . well, there hasn’t been much activity.
Mind you, with all the stuff going on, it doesn’t take much to see that the stories of three unknown writers don’t amount to a hill of peas in this crazy world.
Speaking of peas . . .
It may not look like it there, but that’s a rock that looked very much like a roasted and shelled pea. OK, maybe not when looked at that close, but when mixed in with a bunch of peas, it did a good job of passing.
So much so that I nearly bit into it hard. Don’t worry; the chip that’s missing is me cracking it to prove to myself that it was a rock and not some kind of super-pea. Needless to say, I was very careful eating the rest of the roasted peas.
Anyway, if you are stressed out, I suggest you get yourself some food . . . perhaps an egg, bacon, cheese, bagel sandwich . . .
. . . maybe one that doesn’t look as afraid of being eaten, and get yourself a nice latte . . .
. . . and immerse yourself in the pleasure of reading three stories titled The Great Metaphysician. Written by amateurs, sure, but gorsh durn, they try hard.
And where might you find these stories? Well, if you click on the following link, you will be taken to a post with links to the three stories as well as a poll where you can vote for your favorite story.
If you’re not a fan of egg sandwiches, perhaps I can suggest yogurt with blueberries and nuts . . .
On second thought, perhaps it’s best to skip the yogurt.
Anyway, you have until noon on April 5th to read the stories and vote for your favorite.
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