It’s On

So you want to make a bet you say. Well here's my bet. A few months back I had the brilliant idea of creating a story about someone stranded on a remote island getting eaten by giant crabs. It was going to a classic survival tale. Man crashes plane. Man wakes up from the wreak injured but alive with the waves washing at his feet. Man sees giant claws prodding at his mangled legs. Man battles the beasts with all his strength, winning and cooking his opponents for in a great victory feast. Man realizes the smell of roast crabs only attracts more crabs and ends of getting eaten anyways. A story of surmounting the odds of mother nature only to die in one of the most embarrassing and strange ways possible. I'm going to write this story and try to have it win in a contest within a year from when this post was made. If I win, I get nothing. If I lose, I have to post a challenge here on Prose with a fifty dollar prize. Fifty dollars may not seem like a lot, but it's enough to get by ass in gear. Thanks for giving me a place to post my goal and wish me luck.