The Nerve! The Audacity! The Intrigue!

My, what constraints you have us under. To ask for uniqueness, in such a limited way, with such strong constriction? And then to dangle a prize in front of our faces? The boldness! I'd be offended, infuriated even, were I not so compelled.

So what to write about? What mad ravings shall I possibly conjure up to appease you, O Great Keeper of the Cash Prize?

The point of view of a fly on the wall? Far too overplayed. Or might I write yet another self-aggrandizing stream of consciousness piece? No, that would be like beating a dead horse.

Oh, I know- what about a story involving a horse being assaulted after its untimely passing?

Ah, perhaps not. That's far too tedious and my severe morbidity paired with a penchant for visceral descriptors may very well get me booted from this site.

Never mind all that. Back we go. Greetings to square one.

You, the keeper of the gate, sphinx spitting riddles from your perch, poised to devour those who fail your test, you demand a medium unthinkable. What form of "Abracadabra" shall I speak to bring such a piece into existence? I am naught but mere mortal, and yet you have presented lead and demanded gold.

How to write about something that has never been written about before? In a way that's never been written?

I spit upon the very idea that a person would impose such an arduous task! Only a fool would embark on this ill-fated expedition!