Same old....

Another short story contest ended and I didn't win. I actually liked my story this time. I thought it was cute ( most of my stories suffer from cute) and I had never heard of someone sucking up a vampire in a dustbuster before and I hoped that was original. In retrospect I think maybe my reference to the Pinto automobile was dated and therefore no one would understand why the guard would have been falling down laughing. I've got to watch that.

There was another run away winner this time which speaks of the over all writing quality. I didn't care for it due to numerous plot holes and it was one long train wreck. I accidentally voted for it and thankfully my vote would not have changed the outcome of the contest one way or another. This way I have one less thing to feel guilty about, I always feel guilty about everything, it's just my nature.

I haven't got even the slightest idea what to do for the next prompt. I've been thinking but nothing about masks comes to mind.