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I saw hauksdottir's post about eggcorns (see link) and thought it would be a great jumping off point for a Brian Challenge. What's a Brian, you ask? Brians "...are 50 word essays - not 49 or 51 words, they must be exactly 50 words. This takes the idea of short stories a stage further. This was the brainwave of Brian Aldiss, the well-known science fiction writer... The rules are simple, the stories must be exactly 50 words long and the title must be no more than 15 words long. From http://www.booksunderreview.com/Arts/Literature/Short_Stories/Short_Stories_35.html So the Challenge: Go to the link provided by hauksdottir (yeah, gotta go to a link to go to a link) and pick one of the eegcorns as your title, then write a Brian to match. Should be fun. jon

 
~jon
My Blog - Mad Utopia Writing in a new era.

You can use the "Chiefly in:" examples as titles too. (I tried to edit the message but the time limit was up!) jon

 
~jon
My Blog - Mad Utopia Writing in a new era.

Handsome Cab J. M. Strother After losing Rodger in a fatal head-on, Allison thought she would never love again. But then James drove into her life. He was parked next to her, in Rodger's slot. And while his steering wheel was on the wrong side, she had to admit, he was a handsome cab.

 
~jon
My Blog - Mad Utopia Writing in a new era.

Sounds like fun! This I've gotta try ;)

Time in Memorial What a funny thing a paradox is. John had the best of intentions when he went back, but stepping on that butterfly had rather lasting consequences. Who could have foreseen just how very important a single butterfly might be? So heres to you, Time, unraveled and dead before your .. time.

Hares Breath Open window, shredded curtains. Simon moves to stand, but a stench interrupts him. From under his pillow comes Randolph, his rabbit companion, drunk again. The closet door mirror reveals a shattered bottle next to his bed, waiting to gut his feet. Randolphs rancid pant has, again, saved Simons dancing career. garblesnix These are such a joy to do. Or as my Mother was fond of saying: From the smallest acorn comes useful furniture.

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