Out of over thirty thousand entries, one of mine was selected for the daily newspost. I didn't win anything; I'm part of a list that's more or less "other entries that didn't suck." I'm like a runner-up to a runner-up to a runner-up. Still, getting pulled out of thirty thousand is impressive, I think.

What I can tell you is that my entry was actually the first line of an epic poem, ten lines in length. I liked the notion of doing ten ten-word submissions, telling a connected story but also individually interesting. I suppose you can be the judge of that.

Also note that I have never played World of WarCraft, but I'm always up for free card games.

She quickly sized up the new arrivals. They would do.
Their leader played cool, but the entire party wanted action.
Sure, it was gold. But was it worth their lives.
He liked the quest, and he liked the woman more.
His finger traced the rim of the mug. She smiled.
At the site, he thought he saw her eyes glow.
Her treachery exposed, the bloodied men scattered in all directions.
He escaped her blast only because he was last in.
Empty-eyed, he held the artifact in his one remaining hand.
"I'm sorry," the survivor cried to silence. "Pizza was here."