I am not a believer of love-at-first-sight BS. Lust, perhaps.
How can you love someone you just met?
But stranger things have happened, I am told. Cynics have been converted into believers, and then reconverted into cynics.
Or maybe, I am just sick of writing sad stories.
My short short, “Dance Off” (in One Forty Ficton), was written in a moment of weakness. My first ever attempt at happy endings. Read it here.
Yes, I actually own this book.
I am not pulp. Pulp is not me. What I mean is… I don’t do pulp, never did. Not even when I picked up Tamil Pulp Fiction Vols. I and II on my recent trip to India (out of curiosity, of course).
A contest, however, caught my eye. Challenged me not only by its word limit (100 words or under), but also by its genre. Yes, “pulp” it was.
My non-pulp pulp fiction piece, “Emerald Eyes” (which is exactly 100 words!), for Dr. Hurley’s Snake-Oil Cure’s Summer Contest Series No. 1: “Hurley Pulp” can be read here.