The last writing contest I entered was about ten years ago, all the way back in high school. My entry probably wasn’t very good (mercifully I don’t own a copy) and I never heard back from them – I had just received my first rejection.
First rejection for writing, at any rate.
I didn’t take the loss well; truth be told it actually put my writing ambitions on hold for a few years – mistake. I’m playing catch up for it now, if I could I’d reach back in time and give that young twerp a smack round the ear. Friggin’ Millennial.
I’m older now, and I’d like to think I’m more mature, well equipped to not only accept my failures but to learn from them. Or, maybe my ego hasn’t changed a bit and the only thing I have to show for my age is deteriorating vision and an expensive mortgage. We’ll soon find out.
The theme of this contest is anything at all to do with 16 and 17-year-olds. Entering the contest means I won’t be able to post the story here (for the time being at least) but there’s no reason I can’t give you a sneak peek at the thought process for my entry.
One of the most awkward first experiences I ever had at sixteen was my first job interview. Job interviews suck, especially your first one. They’re awkward, unnatural social interactions where one side holds all the power. You’re in an unfamiliar environment, you’re most likely wearing unfamiliar clothes, and to top it all off, there’s an unfamiliar person demanding you prove your worth to them.
Seriously, if you’re one of the few people who actually enjoy job interviews – you’re almost definitely demented.
So that was my launching pad. Take the nerves and uncertainty that come with your first job interview, and for a bit of drama let’s multiply the stakes and make it all a billion times worse.
I’m picturing a world, not that far from now, but one where we as a collective have had some terrible hardships, made some terrible decisions. It’s uncannily similar to the world you know now, at first glance at least, but it’s one where its stability is not taken for granted, in fact, it comes at a terrible price. With resources scarce, the United Kingdom has implemented a policy known as The First or Final Interview.
For on the day of their seventeenth birthday, each person must attend their local town hall and have an interview to prove their worth to society. Scholastic achievements, sports, what you’ve done in your spare time; it’s all measured, and it all must be justified. The result is a binary one, you can either pass or fail.
And if you fail – you are put to death. Euthanised, for the good of the state.
Wish me best of luck with the contest – I’ll be sure to share the finished result with you just as soon as I’m able. In the meantime, if you want to help give me some inspiration – leave a comment with your worst job interview horror stories.
– H. L