Short Story Competition - CLOSED

[Roselynn1214]

I will probably enter, but I have one question first, may I enter something I wrote awhile back? I'll most likely still enter if you say no.

[Mischief Smoothie]

I will probably enter, but I have one question first, may I enter something I wrote awhile back? I'll most likely still enter if you say no.

You can. My example was written a few months ago.

Short stories... Sound's like fun! Could... I have a word limit? I'd hate to right something too long and dawn out lol

1000 words.

[Roselynn1214]

Username: Roselynn124
Title: Zarah the Wolf-lord
Story:

I look towards the woods, then I close my eyes and imagine I’m running free. I picture the sun shining down on me, I visualize the flowers blooming in the green grass below and the deer running with me. But then I open my eyes and come back to reality, to this cold world I live in. The world where the sun never shines, flowers never bloom, grass is never seen, and where everything is covered with snow. I wish I could stay in my dream world, but I know that is not possible. The government has destroyed all the hopes of my generation. We have lost our world, and there is no getting it back. Maybe we have even lost ourselves underneath all this snow. I have often wondered what if there never was the war. We would still have Summer, we would still be free, and there wouldn’t be so much destruction. For now I’ll just close my eyes and dream.

April 16, 2523
This morning I woke with a hunger I have never felt before. It wasn’t a hunger for food, it was something more than that. I can barely describe it, but I know that something is missing from me. The hunger is for knowledge and belonging.

Last night I had a strange dream, I could see these big shadows around me, calling my name, asking me to join them. I looked at myself, I was covered with fur, I was one of them. When I woke up and got to school, I went to the library to find out what the strange creatures I saw were. I looked at a book on primitive dogs and dogs of the Old World, and there I found a picture of the creatures from my dream, below the picture were a few words, “Wolves die out in the first few years of the war, the government tried to preserve land for wild wolves, but all pure wolves were already gone. They are presumed to be extinct.” I am now obsessed with wolves, I can’t get them out of my head. For now I won’t tell anyone about my dream.

When I got home from school, mom acted suspicious. It’s not like I don’t know what she’s up to, tomorrow is my 16th birthday, so she is obviously planning the party. I got a letter in the mail today from my dad. He wishes me a happy birthday and tells me to stay warm. He always writes letters to me, not like most of the kids who have parents out of town, who just get sent a greeting card for their birthday and nothing else. I guess I’m just really lucky, I have a dad who really cares about me. Sometimes I really wish he was here and that he never left, but I know that if that was true I would never had been able to go to school.

April 29, 2523
Today, I got the strangest thing in the mail. Dad sent me a knife, or dagger as his letter said. He said that the hilt is made of bone, which I immediately thought was gross, and it has precious gems set in it. It was a gift from his uncle. Alex think I should sell it, Lilian said I should keep it since it was from my father, and John just thought it was cool because it was a weapon. Boys and weapons, two things I will never understand.

May 1, 2523
My world has been thrown upside down. Today, I met my grandma, who I haven’t seen since I was maybe four or five, she hadn’t age a day, literally! She invited me into her house, which was small, but warm, and she said she would explain everything. I asked how this was possible, how she didn’t age? Vampire was definitely coming to mind. She seemed to just ignore both of those questions, and asked if I was having any strange dreams lately? I was pretty sure she already knew my answer, I told her the truth and told her I found out about wolves, and how they went extinct. When I mentioned wolves being extinct she started laughing, hard. So, I asked her what was so funny and she told me the truth about wolves. They are not extinct, in fact she was a wolf. I was immediately afraid, she sensed this, so she reassured me that no harm would come to me. I had calmed down a little bit, then she start to tell me about my father and herself. She told me that my father and herself are what she called “wolf-lords” humans who are wolf in spirit, or like herself, a former Noble wolf who choose to be human and these wolf-lords are immortal, which explains why she never aged. She continued to tell me that I too am a wolf-lord, I felt like my head was going through a meat grinder. Grandma told me that the dagger my father sent me was made by her brother, the Chief of a wolf tribe, making me somewhat part of what is known as the “royal family” of the tribe. She told me that is was important that I believe all that she told me, or else my wolf will stay hidden to me. I left there as quickly as I could, I didn’t care about what she told me. It all had to be another dream, but it wasn’t, it was too real. I am a sixteen year old wolf-lord and my grandmother is an immortal former wolf, just wait until I tell Alex, she’s going to have a good laugh.

*The End

*(Not really the end. This is the original, but some of my friends loved it and begged me to continue it. To read the full length one, which is becoming much like a novel, go to my booksie, which I have linked in my signature. Like I said, this is the original version which was meant to be a short story, the longer one basically just adds more to the end and fills in the time gaps.)

[Mischief Smoothie]

Username: Roselynn124
Title: Zarah the Wolf-lord
Story:

I look towards the woods, then I close my eyes and imagine I’m running free. I picture the sun shining down on me, I visualize the flowers blooming in the green grass below and the deer running with me. But then I open my eyes and come back to reality, to this cold world I live in. The world where the sun never shines, flowers never bloom, grass is never seen, and where everything is covered with snow. I wish I could stay in my dream world, but I know that is not possible. The government has destroyed all the hopes of my generation. We have lost our world, and there is no getting it back. Maybe we have even lost ourselves underneath all this snow. I have often wondered what if there never was the war. We would still have Summer, we would still be free, and there wouldn’t be so much destruction. For now I’ll just close my eyes and dream.

April 16, 2523
This morning I woke with a hunger I have never felt before. It wasn’t a hunger for food, it was something more than that. I can barely describe it, but I know that something is missing from me. The hunger is for knowledge and belonging...

This story was great! You have great grammar skills, the plot is engaging, and your use of literary and rhetorical devices is spot-on. You're very good and show-don't-tell and I'm intrigued to learn more. Good job!

[montyboy101]

Username:

montyboy101

Title:

The Power.

Story (skip a space and then write):

I gasped for breath, and gripped on my poles. Snow piled onto my skies and I was pulled along. I shifted my sore bum on the small seat, and watched a little kid fall on his side. pain shot through my side as well, and then stopped as the kid got up, with help from his mum. I let go of the poma, and skied to the side.


"Abby! Hey, Abby!"
Someone was calling my name! Turning my head, I watched Alice ski up to me.
"Wanna go on the T-Bar?"
"Sure..." I trailed off, hoping to sound glad. Alice's face fell. "You don't want to do you?"
she whispered.
"W-what? Of course I want to! But I don't want to do the-OW!"
More pain. This time on my bum.
"What? What's 'ow?' an what about you not wanting to do something?" She questioned me.
"Ahh, well, I just, don't want to be on the left side. because, you know how I hate being on that side" I lie. I can feel my cheeks flooding red. Alice peers at me. " Well.. Ok" She says, not convinced.


I sigh deeply. We ski over towards the T-bar line. The man pushes it behind us, and away we go.
"Don't look down. Don't look down" I tell myself, and concentrate on talking to Alice.
She wants to talk about her Hawaii holiday. I nod and "mm-mm" to her. "So. We're at the top." Alice says. "Should we go past the Nutcracker or do the jumps?"
"Nutcracker" I reply. The snow at the top approaches us, and my heart beats faster. I ski sideways, and then let go completely, leaving Alice with the bar. She skis back to me, and prods me in the back with her pole. " Lets go'
I follow her, going slowly. We ski down a little path that opens up to the Nutcracker. I go faster and faster. Alice gos around a corner at the bottom. My legs feel as if they're broken. As I go towards the bottom, a lady stops me.
"Do you want to know why you feel pain?" she hisses at me.
"Sorry, but I don't know what you mean" I say, trying to look innocent.
"Oh, you know what I'm talking about, Abby. Don't try to deny it"
I stare at her, shocked. How does she know all this stuff?
"Do you remember when you fell into that little snow hole last year?"
I nod my head. I had skied off the path, because it was to cloudy.
"Well, when you did, you were cursed with a power. A strange on indeed' She chuckles. I don't understand a word of this.
"And do you want to know what that power is?"
"Yes, please" I force the words out.
"You have been cursed with a power to feel others pain around you. If someone grazed their knee, you would feel it. If someone broke their neck, it would feel as if you broke your neck."
Those words hi me hard. My legs feel as if their jelly, and I think I might faint.
"Steady, steady!" She catches me. "Go now. Follow you little friend"
"But she might think I got lost..."
"I stopped time for you. Off you go now"
She pushes me away. Everything that just happened confuses me. A snowboarder wizzes past me. I'm nearly there, at the end I can see Alice waiting for me. I wave towards her, and head towards the T-Bar.
Just one last time.
wip

[Toro]

I'll definitely enter!

[Toro]

Username:lolo432
Title:
Story:

I sat in the cold, dark room. There was not a sound except for my rasping, painful breaths. He kept playing with me, he was a monster. Every time he came, he left me half-dead,suffering, hurting, dying. I tried to move onto my side but pain flared through my body. I howled in pain and anger. I had let my pack down, the only family and friends I had ever known. Why am I so useless?

"Mutt! It's time to play!" a mocking and horribly familiar voice sang. My heart started to pound. I was frozen with fear. The door to the cell creaked open and then right there, was the monstrous human I had learned to hate. The equal of the devil himself. He casually strolled in, holding a metal cane.
"Put me out of my misery!" I pleadingly howled.
"Now, what would be the fun in that?" he snarled.

He came closer and closer. Every step he took I lost more and more hope. I screwed my eyes shut, knowing what was coming next. He raised his cane and simply said "Let's begin, shall we?"

~End

[Fantelle]

Username:
Tawk

Title:
The missing piece

Story:
The thirst for success and admiration grew stronger with the years, and for every one of those years we also grow weaker. Longing for what we don't have, regretting what we should be the proudest of. Is there nothing that can please you? Will there never be a time where you can say 'I have had enough'? Will you ever be able to fill up that gaping hole in your mind and heart? The best way to predict the future is to create it, and now you have the chance. You have the opportunity to be exactly what you always wanted, so why throw it away? Succeed while you can, feed from your success. And then, you can finally feel complete.

[koizumi]

dang it, too late to enter... Oh well, I'd love to see who the winners are. Such great stories <3

[Roselynn1214]

You said we could enter more than once so here's my second entry.

Username: Roselynn124
Title: The Difference Between Our Enemies and Those We Love
Story:

Our enemies are the ones we know are after us, the ones who will face us head on, but it’s the ones we care about, our loved ones, the ones we trust the most who will stab us in the back. It took me along time to realize how true this was, but I see it now. We often idolize our families, refuse to see anything wrong with them, at least until we see it for ourselves.

I tried to do what I was told, but it became too much. The lies, the treachery, I could not bare them anymore. I had to run from it, I could not become a monster for him. So, I ran, but I started to feel guilt. Guilt for what? It wasn’t for leaving my father, no it was for those whose lives he was about to end, those whose would die because I was too much of a coward to face my father. I could not let innocents be killed because of my cowardice, I had to do something. And so, my father soon learned that the difference between those we love and our enemies is that our enemies will face us head on, while it’s those we love and trust the most who will stab us in the back.