Summer Road Trip!- a Flash Non-Fiction Contest from Christopher Gronlund

Remember those summer family road trips you took as a kid? (Or maybe you wish you could forget?) Either way, check out what author Christopher Gronlund has planned. Yep, you got that right, he’s offering you a chance to have your summer road trip tale published in the re-release of his (soon to be) cult classic Hell Comes with Wood Paneled Doors! So give it a shot- you might have your car-bound (mis)adventure story published in Gronlund’s book this summer. Plus one talented writer will win a Kindle!

In the odd circumstance you haven’t already read Gronlund’s road trip novel, and are unsure about potentially adding your name and talent to this project, here’s my unbiased, hard-hitting review of the tale. Now do you want to join the fun? Of course! So write to relive the good times, or write to purge the demons. But remember the twist: write your tale as non-fiction.

Keep it no more than 750 words.

Finish and send it to Gronlund at

by May 31, 2012.

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  1. Oh, this sounds like fun. I’m racking my brain for an appropriate story, but I was drugged to the eyeballs with anti-nausea pills for our family road trips. My memories are pretty much limited to hours of detailed observation of the interior door panel from a distance of a couple of inches. And sometimes hurling.

    Come to think of it, the door interiors were (fake) wood-panelled. Maybe there’s a story there after all.

    • “detailed observation of the interior door panel from a distance of a couple of inches. And sometimes hurling”- You’re a shoo-in. 🙂

      I’m gonna have to resort to combining several trips into one, and knocking a couple decades off the time they happened. But the story will still be “true.”

  2. christophergronlund

     /  March 28, 2012

    Thanks so much for the nice write up of the essay contest–it was a nice surprise to see after a long day at the day job. And yes, there is nothing wrong with vomit road trip stories. I remember one during a visit with the relatives from the hills of Ohio and West Virginia involving a cousin (?) who got car sick. He had a little dog…there was a dog, I remember. Grand parents did not have a dog. The quick version: cousin got sick a few times and there wasn’t all that much to clean up ’cause the dog was hungry.

    I also have fond memories of a trip with a friend. He had blazing red hair and wore a bright blue shirt. Maybe 5 miles into the trip, he threw up orange juice. It was a colorful start to the trip.

    And now that I’ve brought the level of the comments, here, deep into the gutter, I’m off to let people know you were kind enough to share this. It’s always appreciated!

    • You’re welcome, and . . hooray for hungry dogs! XD

      I don’t have any carsick stories, but I do have a story about riding in a car for 4 hours with an ADHD kid bouncing off the walls hopped up on sugar. It was a strength-building experience.

      • christophergronlund

         /  March 29, 2012

        That’s how my sister felt on every road trip with me.

        For days…

        Looking back, she had every right to beat the crap out of me…

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