Here Comes The Judge

For the first time ever, I've been asked to be a judge for a short story competition. The competition, organised by the City of Boroondara, features three categories: Open Short Story (judge Paddy O'Reilly), Young Writers Poetry (judge Bulk Ace) and Young Writers Prose (judge, yours truly). You can read the press release here. Jippie. Here's hoping we get lots of good entries, and a minimum of fantasy writers. I clearly remember my own years as a young scribe, writing endless stories involving swords, scabbards, trumpets, duels and lords. JRR Tolkien, you've got a lot to answer for. Oh, and that also includes you, Anne McCaffery. Yeah, John Marsden, you too.

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Sean M Whelan said…
Oh oh! I got a story for ya!
It's about this wizard right. Well, not a real wizard, he's just a kid really but he wants to be a wizard, he wants it really bad. His name is Ralph and he works nights at a 7-Eleven, saving up all his money so he can go to Hogwash Community College for Wizards and/or Charlatans. While working nights he befriends a packet of 3 minute noodles. The packet of noodles or Noody, as he's known to his friends also has a dream, he wants to become a male model and to make it big in Neu York Clitty. One night Ralph and Noody are told by the evil 7-Eleven owner that they have to stay up all night and do stocktake. While reading out the numbers of slurpee straws in stock Ralph accidentally reads out a magical mathematical formula that instantly transports both of them to the fabulous land of Neu York Clitty!
So! What do you think? There's still a few more chapters I have to write but you get the general idea. Here's an idea, why don't you just write me a cheque now and save us all some time.
7/18/2006 06:45:00 pm
David Prater said…
Dear Sean,

your story sounds interesting - I'm sure if you could stretch it out to about 1500 words you might be in the running for the junior prize, or at least some kind of certificate of encouragement. Best of luck with your "writing".

Regards,
Davey
7/20/2006 12:27:00 pm
Bob Bunyip said…
I know it's wicked, but I just can't resist:

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7/26/2006 07:18:00 am
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