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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 Twitching. 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.
I was just thinking funnily how my daughter would get at the TV years ago, it was loll. 'Oh, come on!' !!! hum. Still, it's good to see ya enjoying somebody Else's story.
the race was set to run five minutes earlier than normal. all contestants had been grouped into a mass and the participant viewers were all lined up against the roadsides blocking traffic. anyway, the gun shot off and the ribbon slipped away. there was pounding of a thousand feet set on the pavement. a postponement of drinks was suddenly called over the intercoms and then everyone grinned as a few runners began to stop. drinks are important unless you wish dehydration. others followed suit, then the ones in lead stopped, and they panted. they scheduled to begin the run again after the little excitement quickened to an end, and a decision of the postponement of the refreshments were on its way.
OK, thanks Clare.*****CLOSED ***** PLEASE VOTE
Hey everyone, the contest is closed for voting. So, please follow to the Featured Poll for this week's contest, all you need to do is vote for your favorite story of the week.
Next Monday we will have a new topic which to start writing. See you then.
Title: In the EndAuthor: Arthur
Words: 1450
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In The End
Denise had closed her eyes.
The night was hot and sticky. No it wasn’t. It was from the smell of perfume that made it seem sticky. There wasn’t any window to open. And even if there were it would only probably open to some cheap parking lot. And again, it seemed the afternoon didn’t go very good until Denise was finally sitting for her make-up for the fifth time, in the dressing room. There had been too many retakes. She disliked show business now; her favorite cousin in the world had been sort of an actress. When visiting Jennifer in California she got talked into being one of those extra for some famous Hollywood producer and his film. Yeah just a famous producer but also notoriously just cheap. And now Denise was fighting with eye-makeup and the false wig she was forced to wear. She looked at her face and was probably suffering blepharitis. There was an all cast meeting and she was only one of those extra, so she was spending it with the artistic makeup person and talking about the movie they were going to make. They started filming like five in the morning. The California sunsets were cooler than where Denise is from and she wanted to see it more somehow. So much that Denise had hopes of spending some time later with Jennifer in some nightclub or beach club after they leave the studio. Lorenzo must have been changing the scenes he wanted. Lorenzo was the producer and he had just come in moments ago and called for everyone he deemed important for tomorrows takes. He wasn’t leaving until they got some message of his of how things out to be. The director seemed upset with something, and the air seemed unnatural between the two. Leaving wasn’t difficult for Denise who disliked everyone here. They all were snobs. But Jennifer seemed stuck on the director guy, hence why Denise was being ushered into the movie. Maybe he felt the same for Denise.
The hours seemed to begin to be going slower. After Jennifer’s return they did a few rehearses for Jennifer’s part tomorrow. There were a few individual groups acting. It suddenly was almost midnight when the people there were becoming thin. Jennifer had done this often enough she assumed Denise would enjoy seeing what actors did. In effect the night was spirally erratically on Denise. Michael had not even been there. He left hours ago of course with Lorenzo intended on getting some new script scene materials. He hadn’t returned.
“It’s awful late Jennifer. I mean it’s going to be early tomorrow, let’s go, I’m calling it a night.” Denise said.
“It’s too bad Michael never returned.” She said. “I thought he would. It’s not like him to disappear.” Jennifer had started working on this film four months ago. The director Michael had picked Jennifer out from nearly a thousand other girls to play Tempest, a mad mademoiselle for the film. All she had to do was convince people Tempest existed and lure them into danger, and that was what Jennifer was good at as an actress, luring people with her Oval green eyes.
It was late and they entered the parking lot and went to Jennifer’s site trailer for the night.
“Midnight.” Denise said when they past to the bed at the end of the trailer. A clock on the hall wall had both hands blacking out the twelve. She slipped off her sandals and grabbed her bag and took out her night dress to slip it on. She hadn’t felt uncomfortable with being with the cousin she grew up with.
At twelve minutes after twelve there was an insane amount of noise like voices coming from inside the studio. It was like there had been a private show on for entertainment. It woke Denise who looked up at the clock. Had it been morning? No, she had fallen asleep nine minutes ago though, if she remembers right.
She sat up. The voices were coming from outside and from the studio as she at first thought. She got up and went outside hoping to get a better view of things. What was going on was there had been lots of people entering the studio in the middle of the night.
Denise had on a house coat, which may have been more than some of the ones she now saw going inside. So she began edging towards the studio in wonder.
Once she got to where other stood she realized she hadn’t awakened Jennifer who seemed to be going to sleep past this entire racket coming from this studio party. Denise wondered who was having a party in the middle of night and went inside. It was more like a kind of cult ritual than a party and a few of the people standing around had on ominous masks to conceal their identities, or to be acting out a part of some deity that had a representational value of best people here. Whatever it was Denise had never seen anything like this and was instantly attracted.
There was a midnight party with half dressed men and women wearing what was like Greek togas only these hung over the shoulders. It wasn’t tightly wrapped around to conceal anything. And the four wearing masks were of jackals. They were standing in the deep middle. One of them was pressing his hands along a big serving table waiting for the servers to come in to serve the food. He snapped his fingers and the other three jackals joined him. Then the last one turned and whispered something in the ear of one of the barely dressed Greek togas who turned around looking for the caterers to bring in food and drinks.
Then two strong looking bodies entered the room wearing jackal masks too. They were dragging in Jennifer who was still in her night dress. Denise hadn’t expected this. She thought Jennifer had gone to sleep. Then she noticed she hadn’t gone to the bedroom before she left the trailer to see if Jennifer was there. She just assumed it. So Jennifer was the invited too and that this was some midnight ceremony for actors and maybe even in secret. No wonder she didn’t ask Denise along. But why not, wasn’t it a bit exciting?
They lifted her up using force to lay her flat on the table. Denise didn’t like what she was seeing. Then that was when she realized it was a game they played at the ceremonies.
The first jackal lifted a huge knife and when it rose in the air it looked like it would take a thousand years for him to plunge it. A small ominous hum entered the room, and everyone chanted simultaneously a small prayer for Jennifer and then it was done, the knife came down on to her and into her bowels. Denise stood there for the moment in shock. She wondered, were they just actors?
When she began to scream, all the actors turned to hear. All of them gave her the evil eye. The room became quiet. Then they all began to laugh. Was there something funny?
Denise started to push her way past the people to get to Jennifer. If this was some kind of joke she was going to get even with Jennifer. She reached the table but the sight of Jennifer made Denise realize she wasn’t sure if it was a joke or they planned to make it look real. Then the man holding the knife took off his mask. He let it fall slipping to the floor. He had an evil smile of some mad man on his face. It was Michael, the director for the movie.
Denise began to materialize what had been happening. She blacked out. When she woke she was in her car. Only she was still in Florida and not in California. In fact she hadn’t met with Jennifer yet. She realized she had another of her black outs and premonitions. She had planned to tell Jennifer about them after she drove there for her holiday. She had had a premonition of her life before it was going to happen sometimes. But then she pushed down the gas to get going faster when a cigarette whooshed through her window from a careless driver ahead. It hit the canister can of extra gas sitting down on the back seat floor. Denise left the funnel open because she felt to lazy to tighten it this morning. Her car exploded killing her. She never reached California and her dreams were just that, fuzzy premonitions of darkness she wouldn’t ever really realize.
The End
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These are stories that are ALWAYS less than 75 - 100 words. Today's topic is Postpone.You may write your story to be a really short self story, personal mystery or experience. It can be anything
yay!!
Exploring in the dark. The cold the damp, the disturbance that comes suddenly to an end. You find you are facing what you sought but it found you. And you learn you are now on top of a mount of dirt, where you begin digging. You hear the weird noises of huffing all around you again. Suddenly digging up bones. You’ve discovered a patch of bones. Already your bones are in there with the others and looking up to see a big huge beastly thing liking its lips at your bones, cool huh?
These are stories that are ALWAYS less than 75 - 100 words. Today's topic is Bones.You may write your story to be a really short self story, personal mystery or experience. It can be anything
Everyone left. I was alone for my first time. I hadn't eaten even. Then I realize the door closed. I was home alone but for my first time hungry, kind of. No not really. (% not sure.) I suddenly remembered when the family was together and we ate dinner. I should have said something to mother before she went out with Dad to the play. I guess she just simply hadn't realized I forgot to get something to eat before they left. I turn on the TV and don't care what my brother and sister would have made me watch, I am at last alone, and can choose for myself. I choose Polka Dot Door for my appetizer. I hear the door closing; I just remembered I forgot to tell my mother I hadn't gotten up in a while to eat. Oh well.
When i was twelve i had to go to bed too; even today if i see Dallas on tv i'm tempted to skirt off to bed, lolz
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 Tomboy. If anyone has any objections to this topic, please go to the Objections post. The rules are pretty loose. You could write about pretty much anything. Just have the word 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.
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 Forest. 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.
These are stories that are ALWAYS less than 75 - 100 words. Today's topic is appetizer.You may write your story to be a really short self story, personal mystery or experience. It can be anything
**contest closed**Please understand there will not be a vote poll for favorite story this week there was no story. Secondly let's get an early start for next week, I will post the new topic Sunday with the new poem topic instead of Monday. That gives one extra day.
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 pinnacle. If anyone has any objections to this topic, please go to the Objections post. The rules are pretty loose. Clare suggested this week’s topic word when I asked if she had one. You could write about any kind of highest or topmost point or level of something, or a pointed ornament or a natural mountain peak, pretty much anything. Just have the word 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.
grand slam Paul
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 Revolver. 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.
