Flash Fiction Contest

Should have blogged about this a lot sooner, but I won the Indies Unlimited Flash Fiction Contest for a second time last week. The premise was a comic one, involving a caveman named Og and a deer or two, and it was an opportunity to write something very different. So I grasped the deer by both antlers and went for the funny bone. Apparently it was just funny enough to win. The thing is, aside from the feeling of pride you get from winning a fiction contest—itself reward enough—the winning sto...