Sleuthville 2016 Holiday Writing Competition
With the holidays quickly approaching and the weather getting colder, I’d like to invite you all to participate in something that doesn’t require you to get out of bed or wear pants. :) It’s been a while since we’ve had one of these, so I’m happy to announce the Sleuthville 2016 Holiday Writing Competition! Everyone, either subbed or unsubbed, is welcome to participate.
The format will be a narrative poem. Narrative poems usually tell stories, have a strong sense of characters and narration, and have plots that go from beginning--> middle--> end. They do not have to rhyme, but you are certainly welcome to make your poem rhyme if you want to.
1) Have a December holiday theme (you can write about a specific holiday, the holiday season in general, etc.)
2) Take place in the Noir world and time period.
1) Poems have a strict 1-post limit (~2000 characters). Less is fine, but any bits that go over will not be counted as part of the entry.
2) You may submit as many poems as you like.
3) All poems must have a title.
4) Entries will be looked at by a panel of 4 judges, myself included. They will be evaluated on creativity, flow, accordance with the theme, and spelling/grammar.
5) All entries must be submitted between now and 23:59 SST on January 3, 2017. Judging will begin on January 4th and hopefully conclude within that week.
The 1st place winner will receive $100,000 and custom item prize! Ooh, aah.
The second place winner will receive $50,000.
The third place winner will receive $25,000.
Furthermore, all participants will have their entries featured in a new in-game book, so they can be forever immortalized! The book will then be hidden somewhere in Sleuthville so you can all search for it.
If you have any questions, feel free to shoot me a message. Most importantly of all, make sure to have fun! :D
'Twas the 25th of December
As I walked through the streets
I stopped at a market stand and bought myself a bag of Christmas sweets
A man strolled towards me, looking distressed
As if he had been up all night and didn't rest
"Please, help me find my missing reindeer"
"I don't know what to do without the dear"
Dropping my bag, I took out my notepad
And scribbled down all the info he had
"Last time I saw my reindeer was yesterday night"
"Oh, where he is now, I don't know," the man responded, his face turning white
"Don't worry," I said, "I'll look into the case"
"I don't assume you left him at your North Pole base?"
Noticing the man was dressed up as Santa Claus, I couldn't stop myself of making the joke
Grabbing one of the sweets that dropped, I stuffed it in my mouth and began to choke.
A few attempts later, to swallow it down, I coughed out loud
And all of a sudden, I was looking at a crowd.
"Please, Detective, you have to save Christmas, for all of us"
Having a suspicion, I took the nearest bus
Arriving in 23rd street, I sped my way towards the Butcher, Sylvia Lee
"Have you recently purchased a reindeer?" I asked, before being offered a cup of tea
"Why, yes, Detective, why would you ask such a thing?"
"Because I'm working on a case involving Santa Claus" I replied, while hearing a bell ring.
Rushing to the back of the Butcher's place, I passed a cow and a chicken
And outside, there was a shed, where I had to kick the door in.
Tied up in a corner, I had finally found what I was looking for
A set of antlers poked at me and I heard a snore
"You're coming with me," I said, guiding the reindeer back to where I was before.
"As you can see, good sir, I have completed the chore"
"This is my reindeer!" he said, while being overenjoyed.
"Where is my pay?" I asked, annoyed
"Here it is," he said, handing me a bag of sweets
Looking closer, he gave me a bag of beets
So I learned, "Always inspect your pay"
Otherwise, it could ruin your day
PS * - Name of the story is "The case of the missing reindeer"
Lol! Love it vulkie!
Haha, that's just hilarious Vulkie. Very nice :-)
I finally found the time to read all the entries :-) Congrats on a wonderful job everyone!
Has the book been released yet?
Quote from Miss Hawkeye:
If anyone else wants to submit any holiday poems to be included as part of the book, please feel free to send them my way within the next week. I’ll be compiling everything after that, so the book should hopefully be released sometime before the 2017 holidays arrive. ;)
Short answer: no :)
Good to know. Thanks vulkie!
Trick or Treater
A Doggeral Christmas
A tough, hard week that was, December
Clueing out, I well remember,
A diamond bracelet’s fate.
Christmas Eve, already dark
At 5, I dropped the chase,
Took a cross town bus from the Crown Hotel
To my old Hell’s Kitchen place.
The bus was packed like a sardine can
With folks with packages
Brightly wrapped, and bags of treats
And smiling visages,
But all I had were empty hands
Besmirched with the sinister grime
Of a lifetime brushed up way too close
To the world of ceaseless crime.
Hotel dicks don’t make no friends –
The hours ... and all that.
The family’s passed, and all that waits at home
Is Alley, the fire escape cat.
I stop at Pop’s to buy some eggs
And cream to make a batch
Of Uncle Eamon’s own old recipe
Of eggnog made from scratch.
At the counter by the Murphy bed
In my sorry bachelor’s sty,
I break the eggs, I whisk the whites,
Cure the yolks with bonded rye,
Add sugar, whip the cream, some milk,
Nutmeg, fold it in – mix it up,
Whip, add a bit more rye,
And pour some in a cup.
Toscanini conducts the NBC
As Risë Stevens sings sweet
On the radio, and the radiators
Clang up some good steam heat.
For a moment I feel half the peace
A Christmas Eve should be,
But the day stalks back and doubts attack
With redoubled energy.
A senator’s gal, a diamond bracelet
Stolen from her hotel room,
My job on the line, shoe leather worn,
coat too thin for winter’s gloom.
Lonely I wished to the Good Lord
I had just even one true pal
When I heard patting at the fire escape
Window hungry little Al.
I raised the frame and Alley leapt up
And meowed on the window casing,
And I saw on the ledge in a tin pan
A fruitcake with a message in icing
“This sugar plum’s just for you
Please take the prize this eve!”
I cut that slice and found baked inside
A note in a waxed paper sleeve.
Trick or Treater
“Sparky,” it read, “don’t break a tooth!
Baked into this batter
You’ll find hidden just what you need
To make your paycheck fatter.
I sleuthed it back from Fingers Lil
Merry Christmas! Later!
Cathy Rose” ... the bracelet from The Crown
Was there baked inside the batter!
“What a Sleuth!” I cried out, lifting my cup,
“What a dame! Oh, what a pal!”
And Alley and me we ate steak and eggs,
Dining happily and well!
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