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message 1: by Clare D' Lune (new)

Clare D' Lune 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 Water. If anyone has any objections to this topic, please go to the Objections post. The rules are pretty loose. You could write about a the ocean, a lake, swimming, tears, or just have the word water 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!


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.

message 2: by Chandani (new)

Chandani  (milkduds920) | 311 comments TESTING!

My story is going to be good ITS GUNNA BE GREAT!

I have already started


the book i am reading is called The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain


message 4: by Clare D' Lune (new)

Clare D' Lune cool, but I'd perfer you post your story directly onto here... That will make it easier for people to read and keep strait, etc...

message 5: by Chandani (new)

Chandani  (milkduds920) | 311 comments yeah i know i was just trying to use some of the HTML stuff. Thats just a random site that i posted.


message 6: by Arthur, Live a little Give a lot (new)

Arthur | 554 comments Mod
Words aprox. 1220

Not Repeated
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NOV. 17 – 21

I was rummaging. I’m moving to Miami. This being here was my last resentful week. My dog died on Tuesday. It’s not true; he could not really ever speak properly. That’s why he developed that urine problem. He’d stare at the back of door instead of calling. Then I’d come around in the middle of the night to let the whinier out. The doctors figured maybe it was a good thing Fluffy went quietly in his sleep.
But that wasn’t my fault. And either was moving to Miami. I can’t wait though. Will I get another dog? I haven’t decided on one yet. But I’ll miss Fluffy the little whinier. All day I spent digging out boxes. Some are old I can’t tell the story. “Why all these boxes?” I remember myself asking out loud. I wasn’t worried someone hearing. Even the neighbors were welcome to come over and share in this dividing of what need go to Miami and what just go. So I stacked a huge wall of everything I was getting rid. I’m not sure what made me stop and decide all these things were actually worth some money. But I’d rather ditch these boxes than go through them. Really I couldn’t really remember what was in most of them.
Like as if I really buried an old check book or something in here. But I was tempted to just unload it all. Maybe I could? A charity? They’d find what they’d want and destroy the rest, right? But if in my fears maybe something would have had value, and I’m not certain about any sentimental value neither. I mean, I need to let go of this collection. I’m moving to Miami.
My senses of distinction was blurred I admit. Fluffy died. And my brother’s call. Well? Yes, after ten long years separated. I thought he was dead. I mean where in the world had he been for ten years? It turns out on skid row. Served him right. I loved that man I admit. But when he split leaving me holding onto debts. Dollars, and scrutiny. I couldn’t deal with, well. I mean I looked for him for two years. I know, he is my brother and I shouldn’t give up. But what if he was dead? And now I learned he was in an asylum.

My sister, and Mysable her uncanny girlfriend arrived, showing up wanting to help unpack or pack my treasure belongings. After all I couldn’t just leave without telling my sister. Could I? No. But she brought Mysable along. Probably hoping to dump her on me for she’d also have some friend in Miami. I mean Mysable is attractive. She has nice teeth. She smiles a lot, especially like a dumb blonde, but brunette, for a woman with bright tops and gothic shoes, they matched on her, but not on grandma.
“Hey where’s Fluffy?” Mysable asked.
“I really can’t believe you’d remember that lazy mutt.”
“Really? I don’t forget a face.”
“Fluffy died. I’m shook up about it. But the doctor was happy about the silent signs that it was a good death.”
“Lord, Max I’m sorry. Yeah, your sister never gives me the right preps before she invites me to places.” She through a quizzical look at her. “and then she drags me out whether I’m willing to go sometimes.”
She was smiling. I really loved her smile.
Text was ambling towards the rows of boxes now. Wondering with concern how to destroy that hill of garbage.
She shot me cross signs of concern that made my nose glow red.
“So Tex, you dragged Mysable along to do your work here? I thought you two were best friends?” that was a retarded joke, I know, but it was all I could think up.
“we’ll help together, Max.” she pointed to the rows.
I needed help, that was certainly true.
Mysable proved helpful. She flipped lids off boxes, unfolded boxes in dozens in inspection. Text had taken out contents. Then she had a bright idea.
“A rummage!” she suggested.
Where could I go wrong?
Within the day, we were back inside drinking beer. Only one thing happened to make me regret doing the work. The portfolio that was in a box marked, “Rods” I suggested I forgot the ‘a’, eh? Anyway, there was some old music I had written, and Mysable pulled them out, dancing in glees. After all, we share stuff. She was pretty, and I wasn’t ashamed. She began singing the lyrics, as I grinned. She loved them. Man I was so wasted when I wrote these.

Ice Scream
The werewolf came
I hope it sweats
I hope it dripped water
I hope it showered all over
Written 10_10 1998

(Ok, that wasn’t good work. But Mysable laughed.)

Dark Star
black tunnel of emeralds and love
passion frenzy that I drove
beloved by a helpful honey
a lovely action of bending

I once wished upon a dark star
It became true in real life
My wish becoming a success
I was awake all night as I waited
I forgot why I wished for my success
And then the dark star lighted true
And transformed me into a dark reality

I felt the ties and twines grow around me
covet gentle taking my hands in vines
my willingness spreading from head to toe
I felt life’s new promises and fate natural
My head ache and there was no real pain
Feelings dissolved into the branches
And then this lichen spoke my name

I made a promise with all my might
On this impossible night to seal a deal
to seek a dark star and bring it to a stop
the turmoil of the space it divides
and the energy it gave and holding
within my strength to give it rest in water
and it willingly will grant my wish
Written 9_10 1998

“That’s nothing but an original song Max!” she said giving me a bear hug. Not the one hug you would get from your girlfriend and tell everyone you were ashamed. With her smiling teeth, her excitement startled me. I questioned her for another minute until I pretended I needed to go answer another telephone call inside.
I fixed myself a drink. It was a lonely kitchen without Fluffy. My nerve was worn on an edge. After all, I can remember writing those lyrics, didn’t I? And even though, after all it was all in my mementos? I traveled on those roads? I made my riches at the side of my bickering crazy brother? Hum?
My brother was in Miami. So I took a chance and went down. I brought Fluffy making it a family trip. It was an asylum. And not one somebody could get out from. Not in possibilities. Probably ever. It was a bad shame, I knew. But how could I explain the complications of his nature? I’d just seen him wrapped up drooling. Now I remember lyrics I couldn’t afford to lose again. Important sheets of music I could share. Or couldn’t? Mysable was encouraging me on. The road my brother and I once were on was a success until he disappeared. I was alone for years looking for him. Now we emerge.

message 7: by Clare D' Lune (new)

Clare D' Lune whoa!

message 8: by Chandani (new)

Chandani  (milkduds920) | 311 comments COOOL!!!

Im working on mine right now!!! YAY!

message 9: by Clare D' Lune (new)

Clare D' Lune awesome!

message 10: by Chandani (new)

Chandani  (milkduds920) | 311 comments XD

message 11: by Clare D' Lune (new)

Clare D' Lune I'm sorry Chandani... : ( Its time to post the poll... I guess you'll have to save that story for the next time it fits into the topic....

Please stop posting stories, and go vote for this weeks story winner!

message 12: by Chandani (new)

Chandani  (milkduds920) | 311 comments ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

message 13: by Chandani (new)

Chandani  (milkduds920) | 311 comments That sucks I went 700 words over the limit though. Maybe i should have stayed under, maybe i could have posted mine. Oh well ill try again next week.


message 14: by Clare D' Lune (new)

Clare D' Lune idc if you put it in the two week contest, just put that word in there somewhere... lol : D

message 15: by Chandani (new)

Chandani  (milkduds920) | 311 comments i can post it in the 2 week contest????


message 16: by Clare D' Lune (new)

Clare D' Lune yup if its over 2,000 words...

message 17: by Clare D' Lune (new)

Clare D' Lune Calioppe wins! Congrats Calioppe!

message 18: by Chandani (new)

Chandani  (milkduds920) | 311 comments CONGRATS!

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