Hall of Fame
During our fabled run, the Gauntlet has seen first-timers win it all, and has seen no champ ever repeat. I could give you the line about hurricanes, hospitalizations, and sleep deprivation, but you already know. Here are the Gauntleteers who showed us the most, and gave us some serious thrills. Our history’s as real as it gets.
2016 GAUNTLET CHAMPION
2016 was the year of Travis Burnham, a writer, teacher, and adventurer who had traveled the globe before taking on the Gauntlet. Was the Gauntlet his greatest adventure yet? You be the judge by getting to know Travis, and by reading a passage of his winning story, “The Long, Small Hours” which was based upon a movie trailer.
Excerpt from “The Long, Small Hours” by Travis Burnham
It’s a dark night for dark deeds, and the avatars of seven gods of chaos are scattered across my lawn. They look human enough behind their masks and through the filter of the security cam, but they aren’t fooling me.
Some young prepster with his blond hair slicked back is the first to step up to the front door and taps the mic plate before talking. The second he opens his trap, I know it’s Abhotehath, the Hundred-Tongued God, because he’s so polite when he says, “Please don’t deny us, James, or I’m afraid we’ll have to kill all of you.”
He rambles on a bit more, says they want the homeless guy, but I can read between the lines: they want me. They’ll take Mary and the kids, Charlie and Zoey, too.
And then the gods of chaos cut the power.
(The Gauntlet’s 2016 Winning Story)
Beth Sadler, Gale Peterson, Chy Burch, & Steven Lugo
1. Times Like These (Time Travel in Fiction)
2. Tell My Story (Second Person POV)
3. Regarding Fanfiction (A Particle, A Wave)
4. Trailer for Your Muse (Movie Trailer Inspiration)
TOTAL GAUNTLETEERS: 33
2015 GAUNTLET CHAMPION
In 2015, a rising author joined us from Greece, and aimed to show us a thing or two. Our final round was philosophical in nature, and asked, ‘What if a quote had built a world?’ Dimitra entered “Blindness” for the win.
Excerpt from “Blindness” by Dimitra Nikolaidou
His foot slipped, and he fell.
But as he fell, among the snowdrops and the flame and his own short gasps, he saw her. And she was everything he had been promised. And he did not scream, even as his back hit the frozen ground and the world went away.
“I had never thought it would be her.”
Plato’s grandfather kept saying the same thing every time they opened the window. He had been blinded early in the days of the new regime, when taking the eyes of artists was more common than the rain, and the violence had taken all his words away. And yet, every time the shutters unlatched, this single sentence was let out, floating in the air between them.
He glanced at his grandfather, then turned towards the small part of the square that was still visible from their apartment among the tall buildings and the weighted clotheslines and the rusted antennae. The statue of the masked woman in its middle was the only shade of white among a sea of dirty concrete.
Almost a thing of beauty.
He laid against the windowsill, looked down. Every woman walking in the street looked exactly the same, the bones of their faces twisted in the exact same shape to form the same flower-like mask. Hands covered under gloves, clothes similarly cut. Not even his own eyes could tell strangers apart.
The policewoman in the corner was a different one again, as far as he could tell by her height and the way her uniform fit, and the apartment opposite them had been vacant for three months now.
No, Grandpa had to mean the statue. Brave Lady Manya, the first one to free herself from the tyranny of beauty that held all women captive before the new regime took over and elevated them, whether they wanted it or not.
“I am going for a walk,” he told his mother, backing into the room. She turned her head around, her hands still on the keyboard. She was worried about him. He felt it in her stance. It had only been three weeks since he had been released. Grandfather’s silence though had seeped through the walls of this house, and she only nodded as he picked up his tiny camera and put on his coat, the slits of her eyes turning back to her screen.
(The Gauntlet’s 2015 Winning Story)
Gale Peterson, Sheila Beebe, Cathy Douglas, Chy Burch, & Steven Lugo
1. Natural Selection (Nature’s Futures)
2. Cure THIS (Cure Prompt)
3. Gauntlet’s Razor (Paragraph Review)
4. Their Quote, Your World (Proverbia)
TOTAL GAUNTLETEERS: 35
Julian Mortimer Smith
2014 GAUNTLET CHAMPION
In our 2014 edition of the Gauntlet, Julian gave us “Practice” which secured his victory after three prior rounds of writing, reviewing, and time limits. He’s the real deal. And if you like stories about reality, or that manipulate reality, then you won’t mind if we share a snippet.
Excerpt from “Practice” by Julian Mortimer Smith
But as I start to play, the world falls still and all is silent, save for my violin.
Over by the benches, a pigeon hangs in the air, mid-takeoff. It looks startled and ridiculous, a foot from the ground, its legs dangling uselessly beneath it.
A Coke can hovers just above the rim of a garbage can. Three feet away, a man stands with his hand outstretched, his fingers slightly curled from imparting spin to the can. His brows are knitted with concentration. His aim isn’t perfect, but the can’s going to go in—just.
A jogger is caught mid-stride. She balances on the ball of her left foot, leaning forward at an impossible angle. Physics dictate that she must either thrust her left foot forward to catch her weight or topple to the ground. But she does neither. She waits there, defying gravity.
It’s so peaceful, here in this motionless Manhattan.
I play a meandering adagio, half remembered and half improvised. It doesn’t seem to matter what I play. A single note is enough to stop time, but I like to fill the silence with something more than that. It feels pure, this private music.
I yearn to stroll the streets while I play. I would like to explore this instant in the life of New York City, but as soon as I put bow to string I find myself rooted to the spot, my legs frozen in time, like the pigeon, and the jogger, and the Coke can. In vague terror, I wonder if I’ll age faster above the waist than below. Will my boobs age and sag while my butt remains young and firm?
I bring my piece to its end. The bird flaps clumsily into the air. The Coke can bounces off the rim and rattles into the garbage. The jogger huffs and puffs on her way by. The world is full of noise and motion again.
(The Gauntlet’s 2014 Winning Story)
Gale Peterson, Sheila Beebe, Cathy Douglas, Chy Burch, & Steven Lugo
1. Irish Blues (Stray Sod, Graphic Novel)
2. Don’t Be Creepin’ (CreepyPasta)
3. Review Yo Self Before You Wreck Yo Self
4. The Object of My Reality (Reality Manipulation)
TOTAL GAUNTLETEERS: 15
2013 GAUNTLET CHAMPION
And here she is, the baddest and the raddest, the first Gauntlet winner of the new age! Samantha has won the 2013 WYRM’s Gauntlet! Congratulations, Champ.
Cathy Douglas, Chy Burch, Sheila Beebe & Steven Lugo
1. The Nuclear Option (Nuclear Family)
2. Monsters With Issues
3. Livin’ in a Bubble (Plume, Graphic Novel)
4. The Mind-Expander (Doppelganger)
TOTAL GAUNTLETEERS: 18
Before We Broke Out
Before we broke out on our own, we held our contest as a subsect of another website. We started in 2007 and have crowned a champ for as many years. Here are all of our champs prior to 2013. These are the originals, the daredevils that could, the Gauntleteers that took a chance and won big.
Some of our former champs have elected to use their partial names or to go by a nickname (sometimes lovingly chosen by a member of WYRM). If you’re a former champ and want to reach out to us about changing your name in the Hall of Fame, or give us permission to display a sample of your winning story, drop us a line and we’ll getcha sorted.
He Asked Lots of Questions
2012 GAUNTLET CHAMPION
The Mean Sister
2011 GAUNTLET CHAMPION
2010 GAUNTLET CHAMPION
2009 GAUNTLET CHAMPION
2008 GAUNTLET CHAMPION