The 'Bacon Writer Contest'
The prize? A DVD of Knowing. The rules? Simple--in four sentences, you must tell a story (in prose or verse) how bacon saved you. Obviously you must mention the word 'bacon' in your entry, AND, to spice things up, you must also use the word 'pneumothorax' at least once.
Simply craft your masterpiece in a comment to this post, and I will choose the winner and announce the results tomorrow.
So, have at it!
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Lisette
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Apr 03, 2011 02:16PM
A bad case of pneumothorax had left me lying on the floor, writhing like Uriah Heep, my pet snake of childhood. I had no plans for the next several days there was no one who would be looking for me. With so much air around my lungs, I knew any attempt at a cry for help would go unheard. At four o'clock, my neighbor, Ryne Douglas Pearson, smelling the bacon that still lingered in the air from my breakfast, came to my door hoping to snare a treat for himself, found me on the floor, and saved me.
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That line should read: "As I had no plans. . ."
