“James, I like your work, and have stumbled upon this tag, which is quite ill-advised of you, to leave this lever in the hands of the villainous likes of me. You seem to be a prodigious master of doom and dread, spiced with an awful humor. My challenge: that you, sir, write a vignette that is bereft of your three literary bedfellows, no doom, dread or awful humor.”
-Allen
Allen, I accept the challenge and, when I return to this chair tomorrow morning, I will pick up this gauntlet and slap it down, in 500 to 1,000 words—or I suck!
The story will be posted before noon 3/9/16
Oh my... Prepare for your challenge to be fulfilled in a way that will be very surprising to you at best. Your writer so challenged absolutely will not get backed into any kind of corner, so be prepared: he does not suck.
Thanks for the note of confidence. This is my toughest challenge yet, what with me [I'm making it rhyme and trying to seem cute, it is not a typo like the last comma was.] three big guns taken away...
My confidence is justified. I remember what you did with my challenge. I was completely horrified by the end of the story. Nevertheless, your delightful, dystopic style has won me over.