Here are the winners of our 30-Word Thriller Contest, for yr pulpy, sordid pleasure.
Neck deep in brown water, reach into your pants; discover a leech slurping your left testis. Rip the mucusy bloodsucker off... too late! He's ingested your essence, creating... Leechman!
-Mr D Pruitt
i took ten shots: three were bourbon, six were lead, the tenth a shot at a beautiful dame. supposing earth don't explode tonight, i'll discover if she's really half robot.
-Mr O Davis
Standing on the beach now stained red from the bloody sea, reeling
in horror from what I’d conjured, I saw my daughter’s body in the maw
of that wretched beast.
-Mr B Cirelli
Desire built into a lump in her throat. She reached for the blade, feverishly thrusting its point into crimson. The wine now flowed freely from the bag into her glass.
-Ms L DarcyAs a bonus, here are the thrillers Mr. Fry, D.fry's papa, submitted.
They rule.
They were however disqualified for lateness.
Sorry daddy, we run a tight ship around here.
Still, check this shit out...
He ran. She screamed. It glared. They stopped. He moaned. She
prayed. It pounced. They ducked. He swung. She stabbed. It swerved.
They tripped. He fainted. She froze. It fed.
The more he thought about it -- and he was trying to think about it VERY
hard -- the more convinced Paul became that if he clipped the red wire
it would--
"The stiff-necked little prick had it coming, and so did the fish and
the old man!" he thought as he floated off. Monstro the whale rarely
regretted anything...