W.E.S. Contest

Hey Kiddies,

Are you anti social?
Do you like to daydream?
Do you enjoy lengthy verbose sentences that have no use?
Would you like to be a the envy of your peers, while retaining full knowledge of your superiority?
Do you have a addiction to the following drugs? Coffee, cannabis, and / or nicotine?

If you answered “Yes” to any of the these question then you are a writer. We are sorry for your unfortunate life path and wish you the very best in all your endeavors. We know you have a long road head, a up hill battle up the side of a sheer mountain. Yet, every dog has his day and American NonFiction would like to help a dog get his day with our “Write an Entire Story” Contest.” Said the Announcer.

“That’s the First of many contest.” Rod Boobtube said.

“That’s right Rod, The first of many contest hosted here at American NonFiction, a binary zine for Web 2.0. We now take you, live, to Rod Boobtube from our sound stage.”

The cheers of an unseen audience roars in the darkness as a lone spotlight gleams off of Rod Boobtube’s pearly white teeth. Rod waves to his many fans, both real and imagined, as a cascade of woman’s undergarments jettisons onto the stage and covers our smiling host in silk panties. Rod shakes them off as he grabs a red satin pair and pats his brow. He tosses the pair of panties back into the darkness and a rush of excitement sweeps the crowd.

“Hi, Kiddies. I’m Rod Boobtube.” Rod said to a collective swoon. ” You might remember me from such great contests as The Tory McClure Rip off awards, the Fedel Fielder Award, and Ms. Fictional Universe Pageant. My many television and movie apprentices have led to my life of a well known personality. My fame comes with the questions. Everyone want to know what Rob Bubetube is like. Well, today, I, Rod Boobtube, in care of American NonFicton, want know a little bit from you.

“I have crisis crossed this great county and, with my own eyes, have seen many talented writers with red, white, and blue blood in their veins, who go unnoticed by the general populace. Today, American Nonfiction wants to give you a voice. Friend, Countrymen, Americans, lend us your voice in our thunder dome of the written word.

“Here on Channel, your only choice, we host the finest in counter culture, fringe fiction. We showcase the writers of the tomorrow, today. And you could be one of them. Wesley receives letters, every day, from people who claim they can do better and he should shut up. Now is your chance to prove it.

“In the Month of April, American NonFiction asks you to “Write an Entire Story”. National Novel Writing Month ask you to start a novel and write 50,000 words in the month of November. In the Month of April, we as you to take it a step further. Instead of writing a 50,000 words of editing nightmare. We ask you to write and edit a full short story from anywhere between 5,000 to 10,000 words. Lets take a look at the rules.”

Rod sweeps his hand across the stage as the curtains fall back to the revel the the glowing tablet, upon which the rules of the W.E.S. Contest are written.

Guidelines

Deadline: April 30th, 2009

Length 5,000 to 10,000 words

Concept Blank punk genera. Modern Day Pulp Fiction, Pirates, Internet Pirates, Dystopian, Zombies, Jesus coming back as mutated sheep because the devil foiled the cloning process and he had to come back early. Now Jesus has to work on his crusade in the body of a mutated, were-sheep, who can raise the dead. O.K. Not that last one, we are keeping that one.

Submit submit@americannonfiction.com

“In May, Channel will host all entries and voting begins in “Thunder Dome Poll Rounds” this summer. Then we’ll rap it all up with a star studded “W.E.S. Awards” Show, hosted by yours truly.” Rod bids the camera a fond farewell wave.” Until next time, I’m Rod Boobtube and your reading Channel, your only option on American Nonfiction, a binary zine for Web 2.0.