Arthur’s Comments (group member since Oct 25, 2008)

Arthur’s comments from the Short Story Contests group.

That is a good looking spot, Adrienne, a lot of mothers and single one's out there are looking for little articles to learn something they directly relate with with being a mother. You probably wrote it not thinking if you post it somewhere if it would earn you money. I like this story you wrote bearing how the mother really was as becoming distant with her child. It offers aside for discussion a point-of-view and really can reveal some shadowy actions of the generation gap. She seems to be a fit mother contemplating love for her child but strangely has self doubts of her child’s fitness. This is a successful and exciting type of writing.

As always every week there is a poll for which anyone can vote their favorite written story topic of the week

This week's winner is Pixie aka Sunny. Congrats Pixie. Your story will be placed in Short Story Galore for everyone to see

Thank you everyone for their stories

Instructions:
Please do not use a story previously used on goodreads. After the week's contest, you are welcome to put it on your profile writings, but please refrain from using stories you have already put on there.

You have until Saturday afternoon to post a story on here. Please post it directly onto this topic, rather than posting a link. Also, please do not discuss stories on here. You must go to Weekly Short Story Contest Discussion for that. This will avoid any clutter and confusion, so that people can simply come on here and read the story, without having to read comments on the story.

This week's Topic is blood. If anyone has any objections to this topic, please go to the Objections post. The rules are pretty loose. You could write about any kinship, hunting, or the blood pressure (red fluid in body), anything just have the word blood in the story.

Weekly stories must be at least 500 words long to 2,500 words long. (if the whole story won't fit in one post, divide it into two)

Good luck!

Arthur, [acting for Clare:]

P.S. PLEASE say if you would like to have your story on Short Story Galore, if you win. This way it wouldn't take me ages to get your consent afterwards. This includes adding a link to your stories. If you want to have your story on the Short Story Galore, but not the link, just say so.

but good work Jes

woe! and she wakes up again and again to go it over and over, every day attempting to get away from the med where she's hospitalized, sad, glad I didn't write it, it's sad and depressing

idk. No. Well. Maybe. A Snap Shot Scrap book header where we can share recent/personal moments, small personal stories about a vaction we might have taken . . . add picture. Or Clare could add that to the group.

And you've modified it just a little Olivia, looks good, I like the headers making a search easy and understandable and its entertaining, good outlook!

You have until Sunday afternoon to post a poem on here before the Topic changes. Please post it directly onto this topic, rather than posting a link. You're welcome to discuss poems on here also.

This week's Topic is bubbles. If anyone has any objections to this topic, please go to the Poetry Topic Objections post.


Poems can be as long and short as you want them to be. This is not a contest, it's just for fun and to show off our own poetry.

we did moon in dec. 8 - 12 here's a link to past topics on Short Story Galore http://shortstorygalore.synthasite.co...

Nice work!! Please read the stories then go vote at the poll. The winner will have their story posted on Short Story Galore.

Please no more stories for this topic. If you want to post a story please save it for the next contest. It starts Monday.


Good Luck to everyone!

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These are stories that are ALWAYS less than 75 words. Today's topic is Twilight.

You may write your story to be a really short self story, personal mystery or experience. It can be anything.

June-Boy slowly woke up. The pinkish light evaporated around him. He felt strange at first and looks up. There are people around him, he is strapped to a table. Others are around him strapped to other tables used as high beds. He finds himself connected to wires with a blipping beeping machine. He tries to speak but remembers he doesn’t know what to say. Then his memories flood back and he remembers his mother. June-Boy was twelve or was it thirteen. Yes, it was just one week after his thirteenth year. He must have fallen ill. He must have fallen asleep. He tries to look up again to see someone looking down at him, his memories were already filling in and he cries out loud.

“It’s all right June-Boy. Shhshh.” Hushes the female face with a soft voice. He recognized his own name. His sobs stop.

Time can’t wait. He asks for his mother instead.

“Mother?” His voice says.

The voice opposite him says, “You are in the hospital. You had an accident. The doctor will come.”

The face smiles and then leaves. There are no other voices. June-Boy waits. A doctor arrives.

“Well if this don’t beat all? One hundred years June-Boy! You will be alright.” The doctor looks up at the blipping beeping machines and dots down data onto his chart.

After several quiet observations the doctor reassures the boy. “I think that your head will feel clearer in a few hours. A nurse will come by in a few moments and unstrap you then take you to a bath. You will then go down to a cafeteria for food. Exercise and circulation is needed to help your balance and get you fit.” He emphasized fit. The doctor goes out as quickly as he came. There isn’t anything he can do. His needs are to see other patients over other matters more important than just another Juniper host awaking.

The nurse returned unstrapping him from the high bed table. Baths him. He softly cried. He asked questions but the nurse avoided responding. Then she took him to walk down to the cafeteria. There were a lot of people in the cafeteria. It was noisy but June-Boy didn’t mind. He sees food and becomes grateful.

They sit and she begins to explain what has happened to him. But he is a boy and has had his family age and then died. He understood had been preserved when all that happened. That a distant family member must return to collect him. Or because he was a boy he may have to go into child custody if there were none to take him. He felt he understood or did not understand. A lot of the weight fell onto his shoulders.

The staff nurse present hadn’t known but management kept record, June-Boy had no siblings. His parents from Mars had no known relatives in the Jupiter belt. No known relatives at all. It would pain her to know they planned to put the boy in adoptive service once he was orientating right. It would be a shock for the boy who had slept one hundred years. June-Boy was the first boy she saw revived from Juniper Jupiter.

“How did you decide to become a nurse?” June-Boy quizzed.

“I don’t know. I just had to become one. I know I’m awfully young but I felt I’d give it a try.” She smiled sensing the wonder she was creating in the boy. He was bright and imaginative. Not very handsome, that she felt a need to show him off while in the cafeteria, he was still boyish and impish. But she thought, only if she had a son. She had no children yet. She wasn’t even serious with anyone, let alone married.

June-Boy began to explain he hadn’t any living relatives if his parents died. He was adopted. He squirmed a little in his seat during his realization.

That sent Nurse Wilkenson into a start.

She was new. The Waterloo had been a recommendation. She found it warm and cheerful as an environment. June-Boy had been the first boy to revive in the six months she worked in the hospital. She now saw the joy involved when she saw him reviving and thought it was wonderful. To think about the family of the boy brought her to tear.

June-Boy wanted to become a doctor. That was a rapid change in the boy since being with Nurse Ana Wilkenson who had treated the boy with such love through and thoughtful forgiveness sometimes. And had just conducted a small operation on his finger. She peeled back the rubber’s paper. And kissed his forehead in a motherly way.

“There you are son. All set. Change the bandage when you wake in the morning.” She criticized. Patting his head.

He thanked her. Ran up to his bedroom.

Ana had set the table for dinner and called the boy down again.
She asked, “How is my patient?”

He looked up to look in her sad eyes; he lifted his hand to show his bandaged finger. “Oh this cut? I’m better. I hope you will listen to my play later.” He pried.

“Sure will,” She promised.

It had been a family routine ever since she brought him home. The further steps of adoption. June-Boy going to school. Her parents accepting June-Boy as a member of their family. It was a sudden piece of mind for June-Boy and Ana.

They lived happily ever after. The End.

Still Mars was an exceptionally functional planet and has been an alternative planet system. Earth had not become the over populated place it once was feared not as yet but it is still feared it can in the future. Exploration of outer-space has been slowly happening. Anything was to far away, searching for other planets, some were found in the other solar-systems and in more cases were they found as giant mass planets to big to be treated to becoming habitable. It was a disappointment. We had to go much further and needed to colonize our own solar-system in the mean time.

Mars and a few of our known moons was treated creating atmosphere for breathing and growing the substance food needed in agricultural communities.

The Blooms had been given assignment of their farm after they married. When they arrived on the minor moon in the Jupiter belt system they made it a home. Jack and Daisy Bloom met in a native country on Mars. But Jupiter seemed far out. Before taking the farm on there had been much talk for thousands of years about the strange effect of the Juniper flower. The growing of a flower on the minor moons around Jupiter. It was isolated as a rash but grew in water systems, it continued to crop up.

The rest of the system believed the stories that this flower was an alien microorganism from Jupiter’s atmosphere. They named it Juniper Jupiter and it resembled Juniper crossed with polliwog pods.

Juniper Jupiter is found growing in abundance needing to be plucked up from the drinking water. It grows in rivers or it will flower along banks, it will even grow in swamps to resemble polliwog and it can be found in lakes or marsh ponds and having various maturing appearances. Animals will not eat this. The frog’s fear it. Insects stay away from it. Yet it grows wildly in certain areas just as kudzu a Japanese plant that is spreading its self in the south-east in Northern America.

It will cause a severe pollinosis if inhaled without precaution. Any having direct contact with it. June-Boy hadn’t suspected its Juniper root power when he pulled its roots up by mistake. He immediately collapsed in a short while, went into Juniper comatose. This comatose is a form of respiratory sleep. The strangeness is that it slows the vital organs down to a slim pulse and leaving the host body frozen into a state protecting it while it casts a thin cocoon substance outside stopping nutrition. A type of medication is used to revive people to return them to family members. But there have been many accidents with digging up roots or lawn mowing Juniper spreading it in the air knocking over everyone exposed.

The cocoon is an artificial skeletal shell, hard shelled protectiveness, it is something scientist still do not fully understand. What it is meant for? The cocoon is pinkish coloring around the skin. When something comes in contact with it it shines off a reflection of a pinkish light. What is the purpose for the microorganism? Was it an attack and a form of self preservation? It stylized the pinkish cocoon and after forming it freezes the host remaining alive for a longer period of time. The life of sleep while in the cocoon is one hundred years. There is no data on why it does this or what happened after. the microorganism cocoon then dies or releases is unknown. It just leaves the host who then wakes. Whatever it is we think it dissolved into an anti-viruses. But that would mean it attacked its host to protect itself and froze the host body and with the cocoon. The scientist believed a tranquilizing effect is found in snakes called venom and a spider is similar. But for a plant to tranquilize a person and for one hundred year is unique.

Name: Sleep
Words: 2200
Genre: fiction/fantasy
By: Arthur
Notes: Jeez.

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Sleep


They came in and placed the weak hearted boy June-Boy into a bed with his parents aware watching. Had June-Boy’s arterially circulation been good? Was his head propped up and is there placed under it a pillow? He was covered with night sheets but is he resting flat and straight? Was the windows fastened shut and was the room temperature regulated? The room’s assignment finished and began to leave the tidy room.

The doctor stopped her and asking the nurse briefly questions, speaking quietly he then held over the arteriography chart to her. At first she looked as if she missed a point in the examination, somehow, then relaxing folded it closed then hanging it at the end of the bed she left quickly and quietly.

The doctor turned around, back to June-Boy’s parents, who stood near in darkness in a corner in the room near the door. The nurse walked into the hall. It grew quiet. You could barely hear June-Boys respiration.

“Sorry you lost your son.” The doctor said discriminately.

“Lost him to sleep?” Said the father. He suddenly heard ‘Daddy’ roll through his mind.

The doctor cleared his throat dry at the time. He had seen such cases before. “As I did ask earlier is there anywhere you should like him placed for his duration of his sleep?”

“We talked about it, Doctor Sneeze. Yes we haven’t decided, but maybe in his old playroom until he wakes up will be good for him, maybe.” June-Boy’s father was hinting at something, in the sound of his voice, his offended self spoke up with such definite authority the doctor fell at ease listening, but he was given the orders over his son. The father meant to decide this with Doctor Sneeze’s cooperation. Maybe learn of if June-Boy will need medication administered while using a nurse to do it. Whereas the duration of sleep was for a long time.

“In most cases that is fine, especially when they are near the waking up process. But . . .” he hesitated thinking lost in words and tried again, “1 out of 100 may wake up on average 20% early. That’s if the sleep effect is adjusted just as I mentioned. With him it will be a sleep state for the one hundred years. It may not change.” The federation has regulations and had stipulated in their regulations of the hundred year sleep that no one may touch or spread the use of Juniper which caused the drought of sleep. Doctor Sneeze sadly examined if the boy did show any signs of sudden change while his parents tried for the best to understand.

“We’d like to keep him. But for a hundred years? We just can’t but what if he wakes up? We’d love to be there for him.” The mother Mrs. Bloom advised referring of her son to the doctor in anguish of what she felt by this happening. The mother crumpled against her husband sliding into his arms for support because she was devastated.

“1 in 100 cases may revive early through administration of medicare. It’s expensive and rarely worked. Your best chance is to wait until his invigoration and his going to the Waterloo Hospital where they have hundreds of his cases already and they handle his experience uniquely. I trust you don’t want him in his playroom for the next hundred years living without waking with nurses working about that can be seriously expensive in homecare and there are few chances he will revive early before the hundred years of sleep he will endure.”

Still to the Blooms this kind of idea of preparing a room for their son in their home and arranging for care had some comfort. But what if they die in that time, it will be likely, that was their other concern.

Instructions:
Please do not use a story previously used on goodreads. After the week's contest, you are welcome to put it on your profile writings, but please refrain from using stories you have already put on there.

You have until Saturday afternoon to post a story on here. Please post it directly onto this topic, rather than posting a link. Also, please do not discuss stories on here. You must go to Weekly Short Story Contest Discussion for that. This will avoid any clutter and confusion, so that people can simply come on here and read the story, without having to read comments on the story.

This week's Topic is sleep. If anyone has any objections to this topic, please go to the Objections post. The rules are pretty loose. You could write about having slept, someone sleeping, the study of sleep (or nyctitropism) or just have the word sleep in the story.

Weekly stories must be at least 500 words long to 2,000 words long. (if the whole story won't fit in one post, divide it into two)

Good luck!

Arthur, [acting for Clare:]

P.S. PLEASE say if you would like to have your story on Short Story Galore, if you win. This way it wouldn't take me ages to get your consent afterwards. This includes adding a link to your stories. If you want to have your story on the Short Story Galore, but not the link, just say so.

Congratulation Sunny !!! Winner of this week’s short story contest!

You have until Sunday afternoon to post a poem on here before the Topic changes. Please post it directly onto this topic, rather than posting a link. You're welcome to discuss poems on here also.

This week's Topic is golden. If anyone has any objections to this topic, please go to the Poetry Topic Objections post.


Poems can be as long and short as you want them to be. This is not a contest, it's just for fun and to show off our own poetry.

The vote continues until Sunday night. Enjoy the stories and good luck!! Please go vote!! Go to the polls.

This weeks topic is closed. Please save your new stories for next week's contest.

As soon as we may begin this vote for the week's short story, in one hour. Any last minute stories must be posted before we begin the vote. Good luck!


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