WillyCon's E-Zine of Science Fiction, Fantasy, and Horror
Contents: WillyCon XI (April 3-5, 2009) Short Story/Poetry Contest Winners
Adult Category:
Cause for Alarm - by Kenneth M. Cross
I can’t help but think that things would have been different if I hadn’t noticed the kid stranded on that street corner. Maybe things would have been different if he’d just blended into the mob of people, out of my perception. Maybe things would have stayed rational. But something about him caught my eye. And with that single glance, it all began.
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High School Category:
Setting Sail - by Kristine Kruppa
The wind was strong that day, a shout of defiance charging in off the frothing bubbles of sea foam that rode the waves. It flung strands of salt-crusted black hair in front of my face and into my mouth that I chewed with nervous vigor as I watched the proceedings.
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Middle School Category:
SPLIT - by Natalie Davis
I knew I was moving, but it was frustratingly slow; my feet hit the earth with an exaggerated BOOM as I trudged my way through the familiar trees. Whatever I was searching for was close, so close the scent was tickling my nose and burning my tongue, telling me to come closer. My exhausted legs kept running, but my mind was scattered and disconnected; I hardly saw the forest laid out in front of me like a professional painting. The green trees were restraining me from going anywhere but forward, and the wet, cold dirt sank into itself when my feet hit it, like a brown version of quicksand.
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Elementary School Category:
The Girl at the Window - by Lauren Goboff
White. Outside my window everything was white. It seemed like the whole world was covered in a blanket of snow. Inside my cozy room I could admire the stunning beauty of this new, sparkling world. To me it seemed almost magical. While most boys I knew liked to play in the snow, I was content just to watch it from my window. Every winter I felt awed by this majestic sight. Millions of tiny snow crystals glided down from above like feathers from a giant’s pillow. In fact, the snow had piled up so high it was just a few feet down from my second story window. It was a true Buffalo winter.
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Poetry:
Adult Category
Pinocchio - by Janet Portiner
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Elementary Category:
Left in the Cold - by Amith Cherian
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Wayne State College SF & F Club Members' Submissions:
Strange New Beginnings - by R.D. Vick