MWAHAHA ! Ok, granted, i was a pansy and didn’t get to 100 ficlets before i decided to do my challenge. You will all just have to settle for 99, ok?!

Your challenge: write some poetry/prose involving a pole-dancer, an uptight business man/politician [take your pick] and a weapon

The pole-dancer may be a woman or a man [same goes for the politician/businessman] The weapon could be a hands on kind of thing, could be a poison, could be anything you like. Even some strange, obscure biological warfare kind of thing. The weapon does not necessarily have to be threatening or even in use… just there, and it has to fit.. and flow… you get the picture!

This must be set in the 50’s.

Darn, i kind of want to do it myself… but i wont! >.< I will get outside help in assisting me judge the stories, the winner will have extreme bragging rights and will be dubbed Master Ficleteer for a whole week :]

all entries must be in by Dec. 3