Fortnightly Writing Competition: Cast Away! Winners Announced!

[Ponch]

What time zone are you in Ponch?  I'm on eastern time but I'm willing to extend the end date by a few hours to accommodate people out west.

West Texas Time (Mountain, I believe non-Texans call it ). I'll aim for your time zone. No worries.

Also, you're not in Italy? I'm shocked! Based on your hat, I assumed you were over in Europe. Heck, you're wearing the same hat as the guy on my numerous cans of Spaghetti-Os. And nothing is more Italian that those!

[Stupot]

Maybe he's from little Italy eating momma mia's special pasta with Big Toenails Tony and the boys. Budda bing.

I'm afraid I'll probably ditch my story. Been too busy to properly write anything this weekend. Alton Towers has taken precedence :-)

[Cerno]

Sorry to say that I won't be in this time.
I had a great idea but unfortunately won't even have time to get started.

So in lieu of something potentially good, have something awesome instead.
It's a long-ish read but totally worth it. Fits the topic too.

[Baron]

Ho ho ho!  I smell a default victory coming up!  I knew I shouldn't have posted my intimidatingly smutty story first: it scared you all off.  Although you'd think it'd be right up WHAM and Ponch's alley....   Won't anyone give me a run for my... trophy?

[Atelier]

Well I have a couple of paragraphs already, I'll try and finish it off before tomorrow. But it will be poop.

[Chef!]

Last day people, we can't leave poor stranded Baron all alone out there.  Surely there will be one last minute contender. If not we couldn't call it a competition we'd have to call it a Fortnightly Writing Challenge.. and that just wouldn't be Write now would it.

[jwalt]

An entry, but may be too little, too late... Untitled...

A sandy strand runs the island round,
Delimiter of land and of sea, of life and of death.
Beyond the reef, now just a speck, the wreck,
A wood ship battered on a coral shore.
How long? Weeks, months, years?
Unknown.
He lost the count, and most of his mind,
When her body washed ashore.
So here he stands,
Memoriam to a memory
Of one so dear, so missed, so loved…
Had she survived, this could have been
A paradise found, removed from
The demands of surviving in the modern world.
There was enough here to live a life,
Water, food, the base necessities.
Their life, their love, their world,
Would have been each in the other,
Could have been each in the other,
On this sandy strand, that runs the island round.
This paradise.
Alone.
This hell.

[Chef!]

Excellent now we have two dishes and a random ingredient

A lengthy Longing by Baron

An untitled poem by  Jwalt

..and we can't forget Armageddon's entry

But encase there's anyone frantically typing away out there we'll leave it open until 12:00 eastern after which we'll have a 3 day vote

[Ponch]

The shadows were deep down here. Above, a wan shaft of light slowly worked its way down the wall. Best guess said it was early evening, but who could say for sure. Half a day had passed.

If I'm not found soon, my mate will be shoved to the back of the drawer, to wait until another sock went missing and it could be paired up again.

I hope the new sock is good to her, he thought, as he lay crumpled behind the sofa where he had accidentally landed this morning when the basket of clean laundry was dumped out to be sorted an folded. We made a great pair, but I want her to be happy. She deserves a better life than I can give her now.

A similar fate had befallen his cousin. Lost at the laundromat, everyone had assumed that he had simply disappeared into another dimension, never to be seen again. A very thorough search of the dryer had been made and no trace of him had been found. It seemed the only logical explanation at the time.

What if he wound up behind the rows of dryers? God of Lint! What if he was still there now! Damp, moldering, forgotten.

I can't allow myself to think like this! The end will come quickly! It has too. I can't lay behind this sofa forever. Sooner or later the dimensional barriers will thin and I'll fall into my eternal reward, where every lost pen and every misplaced set of keys gather to be safe and secure in God's own junk drawer for ever and ever.

And maybe my cousin will be there too. And perhaps one day my wife will join me... one day.

The little white sock steeled itself and waited. He would wait for as long as it took.

Spoiler

Secret happy ending: The next day the dog found the sock and drug him back into the world. He was placed, slobbery but happy, into the laundry basket for the next day's wash.

The end.

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[Chef!]

Good work Ponch,

By the way I stole the hat..

From that guy on the can.

[Cerno]

1st: Baron (made me laugh, very clever)
2nd: Ponch (creative take on the topic and well-written)
3rd: jwalt (sorry, no big fan of poems, but I like your rhythm)

Edit:

1  Lincoln 3.39
2  Adams   2.23
3  Ralph 1

Wha? These numbers add up to 6.62?

I adapted my votes so you go figure it out

[Ponch]

jwalt - 2/3 of a cup of vote
Baron - 1 Tablespoon of vote
Armageddon - 1 dash of vote

[jwalt]

I vote:

1st Ponch
2nd Baron
3rd Armaggedon 

[Baron]

jwalt - 2/3 of a cup of vote
Baron - 1 Tablespoon of vote
Armageddon - 1 dash of vote

It's to be subverting the unclear voting process, is it?  Well then, sir, the gauntlet is tossed down! 

Ponch -2/7 kips of myrrh
jwalt - 1/2 peck of oakum
Armageddon - 4/13 eye of newt

[kconan]

1. Baron
2. Ponch
3. jwalt

[Stupot]

1st Baron - 10 Lords a-leapin'
2nd Ponch - 8 maids a-milkin'
3rd Jwalt - 6 geese a-layin'

[Baron]

Apparently the first post has been updated with the mathematically dubious results.   

[jwalt]

@Baron  Congrats, and I have faith in the results. Afterall, Chef used the accounting firm of Stupot+Ponch to tabulate the results.

[Gilbert]

Aw... Updating the initial post to include the results is perfectly fine, but can you guys not editing out information such as the end-date, etc.? This is for archiving purpose. Now everything is just guess work.

[Ponch]

Apparently the first post has been updated with the mathematically dubious results.   

Indeed. Woot and so forth, old bean.