Indiana Review is proud to announce the winners of our 2015 #IRFictionPrize Twitter Contest! From the classic pig pun to pig references in literature, we received some brilliant and inspirational tweets and enjoyed reading each one. After some careful deliberation we chose two winners who will receive an IR prize pack.
Outside Amman. One taxi ride to Salt, an old town with little for tourists. Small shops and imported snacks and ten-cent packs of “Arabic gum.” There was a man hanging from the open door of a village bus who had us all get in. And in we went: packed with strangers who found us stranger, a man who gave his seat up for me, thinking I was a woman. I sat down all the same, my hair long past my shoulders, my narrow legs crossed tightly at the knee: soon everyone was staring. We were all so beautiful, I told myself, they had to stare.
They let us off at the top of the small mountain. The street was ending. More shops. Everyone was drinking Pepsi. What should we do now, we all wondered, though no one asked. It was beginning to rain. I pulled up the hood on my teal sweater and started walking. Everyone followed. Read more…
Nothing is more depressing than going in the hot tub alone. So I go when there’s people there! I make friends!
“Today at work I sold two fashion tumblers,” I say stepping into the bubbling water. Nobody here knows me so naturally they don’t respond. I used to be like that, afraid of something new. But not anymore.
There’s a man and a woman this time, sitting close. They lean into each other like doves. And another man across from them, smiling at them, smiling at me. Read more…
According to Kevin Brockmeier, “The title is the target toward which you hit the arrow of your story.” Well, Indiana Review is giving you the opportunity to test your aim for a shot at some great IR prizes. For this Twitter contest, we’re challenging you to title our story.
And our twitter story is. . .
You were stranded on a desert island with a copy of IR and a newborn piglet. You did the only thing you could do to survive. #IRFictionPrize
To enter this contest, find one of the tweets over at our Twitter account @IndianaReview, “quote retweet” us your most inventive, hilarious, heart-breaking titles to our story. Make sure to include #IRFictionPrize.
Our favorite titles will win free entry to our 2015 1K fiction prize, a grab bag of Indiana Review swag, and a notable mention on our blog! Twitter contest entries are due by October 20, so get to work!
Good luck titling! And don’t forget to submit to our 2015 Fiction Prize judged by the incredible Laura van den Berg. The Prize submission deadline is October 31 at Midnight EST.
To guarantee safety, go back inside & count
to noon. To make honey by honest trees,
press for time. Either way, all numbers are hellhound
as well as holy, but what did you expect?
A little divine torture has always been
the way in, and waiting for daylight
robbery won’t leave you deadly. Or, take my
word away and light up the teeth in the tumbler
all at once, like the locked door is a yawning
god and you the very last Alleluia—
at once, as if your heart shredded its school
-skirt and shotgunned over the yard for home.
