THIS IS SHAKESPEARE’S POSTHUMOUS ENTRY FOR THE SLEEP500 87-WORD SHORT STORY COMPETITION. WHAT A SMARTASS.

All’s Well That Ends Well As You Like It Love’s Labour’s Lost The Merchant of Venice The Merry Wives of Windsor A Midsummer Night’s Dream Much Ado About Nothing Pericles, Prince of Tyre The Taming of the Shrew The Tempest Twelfth Night The Winter’s Tale King John Richard II Henry IV, part 1 Henry IV, [...]

THIS IS HAMISH’S ENTRY TO THE 87-WORD SHORT STORY COMPETITION. I LIKE IT. I THINK I’M GOING TO JUDGE THEM TONIGHT.

Cock. Quim. Clit. Orgasm. Sperm. Anger. Shout. Knife. Stab. Murder. Fucking. Dying. Fucking and dying. Fucking and Dying. FUCKING and Dying. FUCKING AND Dying. FUCKING AND DYING. FUCKING AND DYING AND FUCKING AND DYING. FUCKING FUCKING FUCKING. DYING DYING DYING. Fucking and dying and fucking and dying and fucking and dying and fucking and dying [...]

THIS IS KIM’S ENTRY FOR THE SLEEP500 87-WORD SHORT STORY COMPETITION. IT IS VERY SINCERE.

A conglomerate of ludicrous houses sat opposite a cornucopia of desolate lots. Unspectacular, yet Penelope liked the juxtaposition. She stood in the middle of the road, her toes curled in perturbation. The cockamamie events of the past day flummoxed her. Her floccinaucinihilipilification of everything had aggravated Peter and it enervated him. He had become taciturn [...]

THIS IS DOVE’S ENTRY FOR THE 87-WORD SHORT STORY COMPETITON. IT IS VERY CONCEPTUAL.

THIS IS ALLY’S SECOND ENTRY FOR THE 87-WORD SHORT STORY COMPETITION.

This is my OTHER entry. It is also 87 words. Pick your favourite or something. You cried in the departure lounge, a thin sound split by whimpers; you sat by me on the plane and picked at the safety card until it tore. At 30,000 feet thin streams of snot ran down your face, and [...]

THIS IS ALLY’S ENTRY FOR THE 87-WORD SHORT STORY COMPETITION. SHE HOPES SHE WINS AND SHE POINTS OUT MY STORY ISN’T 87 WORDS.

When I worked at the rest home there was an woman who sat and sang to herself all day. The carers ignored her because she wasn’t actively dying. She sat in the dayroom for hours like a crappy piece of art. But if you took her for a walk she didn’t sing, she looked around [...]

THIS IS T’NEALLE’S ENTRY FOR THE 87-WORD SHORT STORY COMPETITION.

THIS IS BUCK’S ENTRY FOR THE SLEEP500 87-WORD SHORT STORY COMPETITION. IT’S NOT REALLY 87 WORDS BUT I’M CHILL ABOUT IT.

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THIS IS MY ENTRY TO THE SLEEP500 87-WORD SHORT STORY COMPETITION. I HOPE I WIN.

On the side of the hill near the entrance to the metal tomb a sigil formed in the dirt under a fir tree. “Tell me,” the forest began, “what is it that I have done for the devil to be growing at my base, poisoning my roots and scattering my leaves from the path of [...]

READ THIS AT YOUR OWN PERIL AND THE PERIL OF YOUR WORKMATES. THE TEXT IS SMALL ENOUGH THAT YOU COULD GET AWAY WITH IT IF I HADN’T PUT THIS BIG TITLE UP HERE.

It all started about a month ago when Lucy decided that she would become the biggest scene queen at her high school. Netheregions High was a fairly pedestrian affair and Lucy couldn’t see any major obstacles to her rise to greatness. In order to complete this she had to rise half an hour early each [...]