The Bloody Wallpaper
The job market’s not that bad, is it? At least you’ll be paid well, I assume?
…Oh. And the benefits…? I see. I’m sorry I brought it up.
The Bloody Wallpaper
The job market’s not that bad, is it? At least you’ll be paid well, I assume?
…Oh. And the benefits…? I see. I’m sorry I brought it up.
The Price of Loss
Come one, come all, to the Therapy Tent! Oh wait, you wanted to get some therapy? No, your job is giving it. Now get in that mirror.
My Kingdom for a Pig
Higgledy-piggledy,
Dr. Fungiphily
heard London rhyming and
opted to dig
down five mycelial
antelapsarian
stories, for truffles to
feed to a pig.
(With thanks to Optimatum and Agent Artemis for poetry workshopping!)
Cricket, Anyone?
Imbibing, Mr. Wines
On its grace as host opines
But forced to recall its reign
A stain.
Ooo, lovely clerihew. I do love a good clerihew.
The Ballad of Johnny Croak
Hippity hoppity,
Johnny takes vengeance for
mistreated workers, the
urchins all gloat.
But his true motive is
biodiversity—
that’s why he keeps all the
frogs in his coat.
So…, I know that the competition is closed, but is there any word on when the results will be released?
Hey! There are hundreds of entries so it’ll take a few days
Do I get credit for a Discordance entry by not entering? ;)
Congratulations! You may already be a winner in the Discordant Sweepstakes! The winning non-entrant will be awarded no prize!
In the end it took much longer for everyone to respond to my notifications that they’d one (and I’m even waiting on one person still) so here are the winning entries!
Flame, Lead, Clay, Glass:
Enemies to lovers, slow burn.
The Sinking Synod:
Brawling bishops bicker bitterly and biblically over blemmigan- and bolete-filled bogland. Back a bloc, bring balance by becoming a bogus Bishop, or belay the business and befriend the bothered Bugsby.
The Bloody Wallpaper:
I want to talk to the Manager.
The Final Curtain:
While playing this story, I learned what a fontanelle is, and immediately regretted learning what a fontanelle is.
My Kingdom for a Pig:
There’s a wine-plague of impromptu verse
When the pig arrives things become worse
Then you gatecrash an auction
For a milky decoction
And discover some mold needs a hearse.
Go Tell The King of Cats:
A feline with only one purrpose: to sleep, purrchance to dream.
Codename: Sugarplum:
My dog and your dog and your dog and your dog and your dog and your dog and your dog have no lovely ski trip.