Two months ago I entered a very short story contest. It was part of a book promotion for The World House by Guy Adams, published by Angry Robot books.  The rules were brief:

    Write a short story about any subject you like. The only rules are:

    1) It has to be 13 sentences long
    2) The first word of the first sentence must begin with T, the first word of the second sentence must begin with H, the first word of the third sentence must begin with E, and so on, so that the first letters of the sentences, printed one under the other, spell out “THE WORLD HOUSE”.

I didn't win, but I did get an oblique mention about my punchline story about flying pigs.

Here's the post on the winner: [link]

And below is my entry:    

There are always some naysayers who say pigs can't fly.
However, I was determined to prove them wrong.
Even though I am not a wizard, I have other ideas.
Wednesday, I went to the farm and bought myself a pig.
Only a runt, he was a light enough that I thought he wouldn't have much wind resistence.
Rooting about in the mud, I tried to train him to jump first.
Lately that's involved lots of prodding with pointy sticks.
Didn't work very well.
However, he did run very fast.
On a Thursday, I began building a catapult.
Usually they aren't for launching pigs.
Saturday, I finished it.
Ended up having bacon for dinner.