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Click hereFans of gritty hard-boiled noir rejoice! We've got an Author Challenge just for you!
Here's more from the creator and organizer of this event ChloeTzang:
What this writing event all about? Well, it's an invitation to anyone on Literotica to try their hand at writing a story in that hard-boiled noir style of Mickey Spillane, the king of the post-WW2 pulp novelists, and it's an Ode to Mickey Spillane, so think gritty, dark, and overflowing with violence and sex in the best traditions of Spillane's Mike Hammer. Spillane knew he was writing pulp, and his guiding principle serves as the theme for this event "violence will outsell sex every time," but, "combined, they will outsell everything."So there you go, the guiding principles, and if you're still not sure, go read a couple of Spillane's Mike Hammer novels and go for it. Vivid descriptions. Short words. Fast transitions. Violence. Sex. Stereotyping and caricatures. Minimalism. The suggestion that allows your imagination to fill in the blanks. Like Spillane's writing. Set the scene. Switch to dialogue. Anyhow, the intent of this event is, well, to write something that reflects Spillane's stylistic approach to writing as much as anything. Call it noir. Call it hard-boiled. I'd say, as much as anything, go for the style, the violence and the sex, but really, interpret it any way you like, and…
Now, this Literotica story event is Open, which means its open to anyone who wants to write for it. If you're a first time writer, or this is the first time you're thinking about doing a story for an "Event" or a Competition on Literotica, hey, give it a try. This ain't a competition, it's open to everyone, from the complete novice to the writers that have been here since Literotica first started. Also, there no scores, no placing, and no prizes. This is just writing for fun with a bunch of other people doing the same thing.
The Go-Live date is 1 October 2021, and you'll be able to start submitting from 1 September, 2021, so it's a while for readers to wait, but that gives you writers more than enough time to put something together. So without further ado, are you interested in writing for the "Hammered – an Ode to Mickey Spillane" Story Event? First time writers and veteran Literoticans alike are invited and encouraged to participate. You'll be in good company.
So what are you waiting for? Next year? Get writing!
And all of that said, well, how did I come up with this one? I'd never heard of Mickey Spillane until I started reading Noir novels, and I came to him via Raymond Chandler, and Dashiell Hammett. I started with "I, the Jury," Spillane's first novel, and the book that introduced the world to his most enduring character, Mike Hammer. Sex and violence, poetically foul language, and a staggering level of alcohol consumption; what's not to love? As someone talking about Spillane said, "You don't read Mickey Spillane. You LIVE him. And you can't study him. You just let him smack you around a bit before putting the book down."
One of the twentieth century's bestselling authors, Spillane appeared on America's literary radar in the late 1940's. The paperback explosion of the fifties created demand, and Spillane gave readers what they wanted. His plots were impossibly reliant on coincidence, his characters cartoons, the violence and sex and misogyny so over the top as to be silly. It was fun, goddamn it, packaged up with the kind of sleazy and sensational covers that caused men who had charged machine gun nests to hide them because they were afraid of their wives finding them.
Mickey Spillane changed noir fiction forever when he loosed Mike Hammer on the world. Mike Hammer. A hero made out of pure machismo, slathered in sex and invigorated by violence. Welcome to the world of Mickey Spillane. A world of dames, dolls and palookas, hoods and rats and stories written like a punch to the gut. Stories with straightforward plots, and conclusions drawn from bruises and bullet holes, with a trail of dead bodies leading to the usual suspects, where the last man (or woman) standing was the guilty party. A time when men were mighty, women were cheap, and the booze and clues flowed freely.
This was the world of Mickey Spillane, and "Hammered – an Ode to Mickey Spillane" aims to bring you a collection of stories written as a tribute to that greatest of American Authors.
And now, thank you to the readers who make Literotica a fun place to write, and thanks to Laurel and the site for giving us a place to post our stories, and come up with whacky story events like this one. Sex and Violence, you got it comin', guys 'n dames!
Please read all the rules and guidelines to make sure your work is included in this author challenge.
Hammered – an Ode to Mickey Spillane
Open to all authors (please ).organizer: ChloeTzang
challenge date: final anthology list posted on October 1st
submit your story: September 1-30th (stories submitted & posted)
Rules & Guidelines
1) Stay more or less with the theme.
2) You must include the phrase "Hammered – an Ode to Mickey Spillane" (quote marks not needed) in the "Notes to Admin" field so that Lit can find the stories and add them to the challenge.
3) You can write in any category and any length, as long as you keep in mind Rule #1.
Please see the if you have questions, need clarification, or just want to discuss the event with the participating authors.
If you've got an idea for a themed writing challenge, feel free to ! We're open to anyone organizing a new event.
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We at Literotica thank all the readers who have supported the site and the writers by way of views, votes and comments.
And a big thank-you to ChloeTzang for creating and organizing this awesome event.
- COMMENTS
I just submitted my entry "Mortal Justice" and I don't think I've had so much fun in a long time. It reminded me of listening to detective dramas on the long ride home at night when I was a kid. I wasn't sure I could do it, usually writing clever sweet romance kind of stuff, but my Mike Hammer came out swinging!
Mortal Justice: Zeus' daughter Athena goes missing just as her latest museum has its grand opening and private dick Mike Hammer is on the job.
It is interesting to note that Mickey Spillane played Mike Hammer a few times on tv. He was every bit as big and rugged as Mike Hammer. I think there was more than just a little of him in his Mike Hammer stories. I remember his books around the house growing up. I hope everyone lets it all hang out and has fun with this.
Darn it, couldn't resist when I saw this. I just put together a very short ((750 word! My first) story to go for it. It won't win, but hopefully it'll make a few folks smile.
Cover art is one of the most defining traits of the pulp noir novels. Is there any chance that could be allowed? Even if we can't embed them in the stories, would it be possible to submit the cover in the Art category (even though not necessarily erotic) and then put a link at the top of the story?
Ok Chloe,
Challenge accepted. 20 year reader and aspiring author. Just the thing I n÷d to get off my lazy ass and contribute something. Growing up on a diet of Damon Runyon, Spillane and Elmore Leonard has prepared me for this.
I love Mickey Spillane. I got in trouble in high school for reading his books. I am really enjoying this challenge and hope to have a good entry.
Sick nasty idea, Chloe. I wish you and all the writers well. Look forward to reading them, Randi.
Anonymous - Micky Spillane was always up for a challenge. He was challenged by a friend to write a children's book. The book, The Day the Sea Rolled back, won the Junior Literary Guild Award. He was challenged to write a book in which the reader wouldn't know who the killer was until the last page. In the resulting book, the killer was only revealed by the last word. So, I suspect that Mr. Spillane would have had no problem packing plenty of sex, violence and rough justice into 750 words.
Just_Words,
I can't imagine a Mickey Spillane story being only 750 words. That would be the ultimate challenge. Heck, I think Mr. Spillane would blow past that limit just having his character waking up in the morning and putting on his slippers. (Smile)
...and that's just in the comments - thanks so much everyone for jumping in already. I think it's going to be a good one. And I hadn't even had a chance to contact anyone yet! Got a story in mind for myself, and I'm going to do a writeup on Mickey Spillane as well - and see if Laurel will add a link to it in the event page.
This sounds like a lot of fun! Plenty of time to hammer out a story.
I will definitely add this event to my calendar.
Thanks!
I read through the intro and the short bio and my mind slipped back to that day in the musty, used book store in the run-down side of town. My side of town. The door rattled shut behind me and the grey-haired clerk behind the counter looked up from a rumpled magazine to give me the once over. I considered putting a little extra sway in my walk just to give him something to think about that night in his bathroom with a new box of Kleenex by his side, but that wasn't why I was there. My three-inch heels popped on the dusty, bare wooden floor as I walked through the shop looking for the science fiction shelf. The light was dim in the shop as if the bare sixty-watt bulbs on the ceiling were as tired as the old man they worked for. The books on the shelves were almost hidden in the gloom except on one shelf that was illuminated by the sunlight that managed to bleed through the grime on the shop's sole window. In the relative bright light, I saw a tattered paperback with its cover so creased and torn as to look like it had been lifted from the dumpster outside in the alley. For some reason that I couldn't name then and even now eludes my conscious mind I picked up the book. "Spillane's Greatest!" "Millions in Print!" and "I, the Jury" were splashed over the cover. As if someone else were in control of my hand I turned the book over and read the hyperbolic blurb on the back.
The clerk smirked as he gave me my change and I walked out of his shop with the book under my arm. I slid onto the seat of my nondescript Ford sedan and drove home in the gathering dark.
That night, in bed, my sexually frustrated husband turned onto his side and moved close to me as I read the last page and stared at the back cover. He turned the book in my hand so he could see the book’s front.
"How could you buy something like that?" he said with a snort.
He still had his uses so I let the remark pass despite the loaded Colt.38 Police Special in my nightstand drawer. Instead I gave him a look that turned his face pale and he scooted onto his side of the bed. I shifted a bit and the silk sheet slipped down to expose the hard, pink nipples on my alabaster breasts. And then, in a soft, sultry voice that dripped with sex and danger, I said;
"It was easy."