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I picked up a San Diego City Beat. It was the Fiction 101 issue. Which is, basically, a contest where readers submit a 101-word (or less) story. The "best" are published.
I realize City Beat is not the New Yorker and wouldn't get the same big name submissions. But I was disappointed by the winning entries. Seriously, is this the best we can do?
I really shouldn't complain as I didn't submit an entry.
However, I'm going to use this blog as an invitation for you, my readers, my bright and risen angels, to submit your favorite passages/poems/stories. 101 words, more or less. Submit whatever you'd like. Prizes to be determined (read: they will likely suck).

I'll start with a paragraph from a book I'm reading. The dialogue feels real to me.

"--Jack I didn't have to see it, the minute they see talent and sensitivity they sabotage it and call it technical it's not just him they're after it's all of us, anybody creative scares them Jack, maybe you don't know it but they're after you too because you're talented and creative and I can tell it by your hands . . . she seized the one nearest her leaving the curb -- just your fingers, the strength of character in your thumb look. . .
-- Yes I, I've seen it . . but he did look down, slipping its length from her peristaltic grasp as though relieved to see it again" (JR by Gaddis)