About a month ago, I opened a contest in which P&T friends could submit works of Knicktion to be read, judged, and voted upon by the P&T community. The submissions are in and will be posted daily (sometimes twice daily) for your pleasure. Voting and prizes and stuff will take place once all the entries have been posted. By request, I won't reveal the identities of our submitters until the end (or whenever the authors feel it is appropriate). Well, except for our first submission. Sorry, YuckFou.
A few notes on the pool of submissions as a whole: Some are long, some are short. Some are prose, some are poetry, some are floetry. All were acceptable. None of the submissions have been in any way edited by me (although I'll probably have to play with some formatting), but in some instances, I sent the submission back to its composer for a bit of proofreading. No matter what, please be respectful in the comments. But you knew that
Take the jump for submission #4.
The Mellow Man
He thirsts for victory
A bath in shimmering purple Gatorade
Beloved by all
In the town he once knew as "home"
But what is home for a man who's been lost so long?
He braved chilly winters in the Rockies
As he kept dreaming, and dreaming, and dreaming
Of a mythical land and the new friends he'd make
United with his partner,
They were determined to stand tall and talented
But something was afoot
Their co-existence was strained
He was sad to see
That this was not a perfect world
With five orange spheres,
One for each friend
So, alone he stood against a sea of waving arms
He put fate on his shoulders and shot, and shot
"I'm open," they would say
But it fell on deaf ears
He would shoot and score,
In quite elegant fashion
Yet the results remained the same
The men in green surrounded him
He was trapped,
And he heard his friends' voices no more
They had given up
And now he sits, at home
Wondering if and when