Piltdown Awardeth . . . our first fiction prizes! | The Piltdown Review

Piltdown Awardeth . . . our first fiction prizes!

Piltdown Awardeth . . . our first fiction prizes!

We’ve spent a delightful and agonizing month here at Piltdown HQ, reading your submissions from our 2018 Fall/Winter Fiction Contest. Delightful because we could not have asked for a pile of manuscripts of higher quality. Agonizing because . . . well, we could not have asked for a pile of manuscripts of higher quality.

Narrowing the field to just three finalists was a task of Herculean proportions, and a cause for many sleepless nights. But narrow the field we did, and therefore it’s with great pride that we announce our winners:

First Prize  Gators” by Mike Sutton
 
Second Prize  The Birthing Room” by Lisa W. Rosenberg
 
Third Prize  Emmaus” by Mark Wagstaff

Congratulations to our three prizewinners on their remarkable stories! Mr. Sutton’s violent tale drips with the voice and atmosphere of Louisiana. Ms. Rosenberg’s story twists back and forth through time to wrenching ends. And Mr. Wagstaff’s piece takes us on a harrowing investigation into memory and its limits.

So stay tuned, Dear Readers, because we’ll be publishing each of these excellent stories here in these pages over the months to come. You won’t want to miss them.  

shortlink: dogb.us/winners

          

               

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