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message 1: by Arthur, Live a little Give a lot (new)

Arthur | 554 comments Mod
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 http://www.goodreads.com/topic/show/6... 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 Lost. We haven’t lost it…it is this week’s topic. If anyone has any objections to this topic, please go to the Objections post. The rules are pretty loose. You could write about a closet toy, something to be found, using properly, lacking in or preoccupied, destroyed or people who lived in a tribe or your story could have just the word in it.

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.



message 2: by Arthur, Live a little Give a lot (new)

Arthur | 554 comments Mod
And please go to the topic suggestion page and give your own topic suggestions http://www.goodreads.com/topic/show/6...


message 3: by Arthur, Live a little Give a lot (new)

Arthur | 554 comments Mod
name: salt pillar
name: Arthur
genre: fiction
note: I wrote this!! This may be fiction; even many of the characters may be based on real people but in a fiction play!! I have not attempted to get permission, but I am of no opinion and this does not suggest anything of any type of any kind!!!

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Salt Pillar

Poor Mathew Gaines had woken up before he would usually be ready for school waiting for the incoming bus to the city school. He actually heard a house shaking thump just outside his window that woke him. Hearing that no one else heard it too he first refused to get up. It was two hours before his clock alarm. He had to put out trash though for his dad and coming back in decided on a quiet solo breakfast in the living-room with the TV on sounded right. He stretched, got up dressed and ventured on out with kitchen trash. He looked for the source of noise. He saw nothing. Then remembered they just moved here to Boomerang Ville and lived next door to the noisy road snow clearing and snow salting company. He scoffed his nosiness and looked over at someone looming near by, startled he said hello, but began to wandered towards the apparition in curiosity far off his property and was now out on the road.

Kim had halted in the hall. She was beseeched with all her responsibilities. Her carry bag gear for school outweighed her. She worried her hat looked like a menace. But she would wait before adjusting it to a comfort zone. She entered the drama class and resisted the plunking down of herself. Others were moving in and out with morning greetings and she looked alone. Mathew hadn’t shown up for school at all. They are in the same first period then drama class. Mathew was no where to be seen.
A few nosy girls leaving the class real slowly gave Kim the once over look she thought was creepy.
Kim looked at the clock. The stragglers coming in today are being rather close to the clock she thought.
With Mathew away who else could she find to video camera the other group having a play?
The teacher had not come in yet. Kim wondered at the class’s silence and if she was acting strange herself.
Friends Sammie, Taylor, and Tyler, especially Jessica was in the corner talking oddly among them self. Kim did not feel the energy to go all the way over to speak to them about their rudeness. Jessica looked startled even though as Kim entered.
She cleared her mind. Yesterday had been her graded performance project, she was to put on a play she had to write, perform and direct. Mathew had been her lead who as a paragon had to be really convincing. He was and it went great.
Last night instead of going home she went to her grandparent’s house and recorded her video cam’s taped play onto their video converting to DVD disk machine, a device she needed to get someday.
Her grandfather, usually cheerful sat with Kim, her grandmother chatted about many construction improvements needed in a play. Jessica listened and laughed and commented the while. She seemed thrilled about her part she plays in the play and having the chance watching it on the TV with Kim that afternoon.
After a few hours Jessica noticed the time and hurried home after for her dinner. Kim waited for her own fiancé to pick Kim up and take her home. He worked in a department store part time but seemed to be working more and more hours.
Outside the weather had been cold but clear. It hadn’t started snowing.
The snow fall the previous night had ceased near midnight when the evening’s worth seemed to have fell. Her grandfather was busy with things he needed to do before he actually went to bed to get some deserved rest, he had been removing snow all day, but looked sulking and tired from being up all night. She noticed he had not given an opinion of her play but smiled when she turned to him with her questioning force.
In fact she sympathized with her grandmother’s complaints that Kim’s grandfather had to be working to many hours. Her grandmother always made the same complaints and was to be taken serious and personally. It had been winter and he had got less sleep when it snowed while he went to work. He should retire, he was from his previous occupation, but he took another job to keep himself busy. She did not like the idea and rationed him his hours he was allowed to work.



message 4: by Arthur, Live a little Give a lot (new)

Arthur | 554 comments Mod
Kim stood waiting watching the clock tick past the hour in the drama room when suddenly Jessica left the group of friends going towards Kim with a final look of disgust. Her face was normal and plain in appearance but it was the way she left the others going towards Kim that made her look like she was disgusted. When she reached Kim, Kim had not cared what was really wrong. She had not wanted to be bothered with another drama.
“Don’t go over to them to talk Kim, they’re complete morons today! Duh!?!”
“Oh, for why will I then. Look we have to work to do, and see what the other group play is.” Is all she cared about really, standing there holding her eyes open as if they were way too heavy today. Then she noticed something wearily about Jessica’s eyes too, like her own. Neither had slept the night.
“What is it?” Kim snapped.
“They’re not themselves. It’s nothing! They’re all like weird. Haven’t you noticed the grunge mood of everyone today?”
“No shintz! I have not. Where is everyone anyway? Like Mathew is supposed to be here.”
“I don’t have any idea.”
Just then the teacher looking bewildered entered the room. “Ok, I’m telling all of you to gather round.” He looked at them skeptical with precision and authority. The drama teacher took a small count of heads as they gathered. He gave a grunt when he noticed only two thirds present. “I have a small announcement. It will be on the room intercom shortly anyway, but it will affect us. Mathew Gaines was found in a pile of salt this morning, very dead. I’m sorry.”
Jessica took Kim’s hand and squeezed tightly. It affected the two when they heard bad news. Mathew was dead. He had been a good friend too.
After the lunch bell sending the children to quickly leave school and Jessica and Kim went to the sitting food court in the neighboring mall located cross corner of the school.
“Holy shintz!! What was that all about? Josses Murphy?” She said to Jessica while Jessica had been acting more and more drossy as if she needed to get some sleep.
“Weird. I told you not to go near anyone this morning. Something weird is going on with them all!” Jessica said. “Oh…I don’t feel well either. Maybe it’s bug flu.”
“I don’t want to get sicker.” Kim implied waiting to know if it was.
The play had been moronic. So badly acted very badly, that Kim stepped out of the drama room and to the hall to get away and get air. The drama teacher followed her when the play had finished.
“That was terrible. I have to fail them if they don’t stop this nonsense,” He snapped, suspicious the group was mourning Mathew’s death, or just meaning a spoof joking with the class but carrying it too far anyway. But the student’s in the group denied both allegations but wouldn’t act, and seemed in weird mood trances. They were angry and snotty about getting a bad grade.
The drama teacher had been in a bad mood when learning Mathew was found dead buried in a pile of salt used for salting roads. Living next door to the snow removal company had lead to wonder if he had been playing and stepped under an unloading truck. But the police suspected fowl play. Obviously there was no real evidence for anything concrete yet.
Kim and Jessica didn’t know about the evidence. Kim was thinking about kids in her drama and whether she wanted to return to school at all. Jessica looked and looked pinker by the minute. Then Kim looked away and startled Jessica with something she just saw. “Was that Mathew?”
“Yes, Kim…Mathew.”
“No I mean just now?”
“Yes…dead!” Jessica said not anything but dreaming going to sleep.
“No….No….No!” Kim snapped. “I just saw him getting into that truck!” She pointed to a truck. Jessica whirled around to study the truck. Jessica said she couldn’t see that far anymore.
“Let’s go and see!” Kim ordered. Jessica without her wit said she was too tired for moving and needed her energy just to drive home.



message 5: by Arthur, Live a little Give a lot (new)

Arthur | 554 comments Mod
“Just stay put Jessica. I’ll be back!”
Kim went to the back door. Here it was glass entrances. A kind of back door from a small delivery and customer parking lot behind the mall. “It is him, I think!” she yelled aloud. Then went out. The person had seen her but did not recognize her at all. He started the truck. One thing went through her mind was why was a teenager driving a big delivery truck? Even if it wasn’t Mathew, this person was too small to have a job.
He began to pull the truck away when Jessica stepped out and saw him too. She grabbed Kim out of the way of the truck and made Kim run back into the mall to her car which had been on the other side near the theatre.
“That was Mathew. Why did they fake his death to get him to drive a truck?”
“I don’t know. I think it looked like Mathew. It was strange. But maybe it wasn’t. What do you think?” Kim was scared.
“I don’t get it!” Jessica shouts unlocking her car.
They found the truck waiting for traffic to get onto the street. It pulled away. They followed the truck.
The truck drove out of town, past Mathew’s house and stopped near the snow removal company’s site. There were no police or anything. The apparition stepped out of the truck and had opened the door and people came out and began filling it with the salt.
From there the trucks left and they followed them down to the river where men in suits, seem in trances, some in police uniform began dumping the trucks of salt into the water to dissolve.
Jessica was too drowsy to drive any longer. There was a bigger mystery happening now that people were organized and doing strange work for a teenage boy that looked like Mathew.
“Let’s go. I’m not feeling well.” Jessica said. “I feel weirder and weirder.”
“Get home then. Drop me off at my grandparent’s house to call Donny.”
They stopped. Her grandfather had been home. The two went in, but as they entered they felt better. Jessica began feeling like herself suddenly. Kim had noticed her thoughts clear. It was unexpected what was happening but Kim was thinking about the salt.
“Grandfather? Did you know the snow removal company you work for found a boy buried in a pile of salt this morning dead. I knew him at school.”
“No.”
“And he was moving all the salt with a dozen trucks and dumped it in the river.”
After telling the story all she knew updating her grandfather he became worried beyond belief with strange happenings in the little town he lived in and helped raise Kim. On the phone to talk to people he worked with he found numbers were out of service, numbers with none answering, and the boss owner would not come to the phone. The snow removal company had been a twenty-four hour hot service and usually it was easy to get someone. But not now. Oh the mystery.
In an hour Kim had collected herself and Jessica and she had not yet returned to school. She threw all of her things back into the car beside Jessica who gave her a wandering eye stare. Had the things they spoke about in Kim’s grandfather’s house been true? Kim was usually so strong willed and clever but she never considered Kim before taking charge. Jessica felt calmer and relieved since being to the house again.
She tried calling her mother but received no answer. That kind of thing was strange that Jessica partly decided the same strange thing was happening to her family as was happening to other people. Something had been taking control of them and causing them to do strange things. Speak strange things. Act strangely but together the strangers were agreeing about the things they did. They were in groups outside the grocery store talking. There was a group every few blocks who looked fixedly at anyone that went by.
The police car was empty. A truck had its doors left open and empty. Stores looked empty. Where was everyone going? Then Jessica saw the apparition which looked like Mathew again. They followed him to the Back Pond where people often went with school children to see wild life in the spring. This place would be bare of people during this season though, though now it had crowds of people. Mathew’s apparition leaped out of the truck greeting people of his kind with suggestions and clicking chatter. They responded to him allowing his passing. They were in droves. He stood in front of them as if they were worshipping him.
Kim stepped out and so did Jessica. Immediately Jessica was succumbing to suggestions and grew too weak to follow Kim. For an instant she fought off the chatter, but it wouldn’t let her pass. Kim was stronger and the people grew afraid. The apparition began to realize Kim had some way countered his control. He stepped out of his group of people he had control of and stood before Kim. “What are you?” He yelled.
“I am not of this world...are you?” She yelled back at the apparition. She felt harangued
“No I suppose I am not. Do you not like my appearance?”
“No! It is Mathew Gaines’s body. Are you in him?” She felt his presence make her grow suddenly even weaker.
“Then you don’t know. No. I am in my own body. I look like this.” He hissed.
Then Mathew was dead. He had been the first going near the salt that morning, the first not to obey, the first needed to be killed. Kim lounged into her bag pulling out the container of salt and threw it into the apparition that began to scream. The body turned a thin airy black and exploded while it gasped for air but managed to mutter “No! How? Salt!”

The End?


message 6: by Chandani (new)

Chandani  (milkduds920) | 311 comments Awesome Arthur!


message 7: by Arthur, Live a little Give a lot (new)

Arthur | 554 comments Mod
thank you Chandani with such encouargement. I loved this story, I think...well...did you think...the antagonist character just creepy?


message 8: by Chandani (new)

Chandani  (milkduds920) | 311 comments He was creepy but that just made it cooler!


message 9: by Chandani (new)

Chandani  (milkduds920) | 311 comments I have to finish mine but i know it is nowhere as cool as yours...lol mine is just a journal kind of. :P


message 10: by Arthur, Live a little Give a lot (new)

Arthur | 554 comments Mod



There WILL NOT be a voter’s poll for favorite Short Story Contest for this post. There was one posted story. Least one more will be needed, if entered by Sunday there will be a contest.


Monday - Jan. 26 will begin a new contest topic. Thanks everyone with your story ideas. Please remember to post new topic ideas for short story contests… http://www.goodreads.com/topic/show/6...


message 11: by Olivia, summer (new)

Olivia (livibooks3) | 229 comments Mod
WAIT!!!!!!!! I HAVE A STORY!!!!!!! DONT DESPAIR!!!!!!!!!!


message 12: by Olivia, summer (new)

Olivia (livibooks3) | 229 comments Mod
K here goes.
Name: Dusk 'Til Dawn
Author: Olivia
Genre: idk... :)
Lost. We were all lost. Lost in the wilderness, lost to the darkness, lost within ourselves. We had lost our humanity.
When the inoculations against the mutated influenza were given, no one suspected a thing. How could they know that, with the eradication of cancer, AIDS, the common cold, Alzheimer’s, and more, the entire non-emergency healthcare system was beginning to fail like a deteriorating patient in intensive care? How could they even begin to suspect just how desperate the doctors, cancer specialists, and bedside nurses had become? Instead, over half the world was stricken with illness. Every facet of civilization went up in smoke. We became like animals, fighting to the death over scraps of food.
Some had become literally inhuman.
It could not be borne any longer. Everyne I knew had long since gone, dead, scavenging, or simply mental. It was time to go to a happier place, if such existed. But I musst make the journey alone.
I stepped out onto the streets of what had once been Albany. Now it was populated by cannibal tribes living in the ruins of skyscrapers. I racked my brains for the analogy that now seemed eons away. It was like Lord of the Flies. With material civilization gone, mental civilization disappeared as well.
I followed the underground tunnels to the edge of the city. It would be a day’s trek to the falls. It would be my third without food. I set off steadily. Some good had come out of things after all. Global warming was no longer an object, and nature had quickly reclaimed its own. I marched on like an automaton, thinking. Trying to capture what was left of the good in this life.
I reached the falls at one in the morning, by my watch. It was a miracle it still worked, after the scrapes I had been in. But then, I had replaced the batteries the day before the inoculations began I walked over to the very edge of the falls. Now, perhaps, I might come to a happer place; at least one not of this world. I stood there, poised to jump and end my misery, for a moment; then I was violently yanked back from the edge.
“Not everywhere is like Albany,” a voice said softly. I twisted around. A raven-haired young man, about my age, stood there. “The trouble is, they were mostly all power-hungry, greedy stockbrokers anyway, in town for vacation.” I gawked at him, speechless. “Join us,” he said, and proffered a hand. “Join us,” echoed around as dozens of flashlights- relics of what I thought was a bygone time- flicked on. Slowly I looked back at the still-outstretched hand. Its owner was smiling. I took it, and he pulled me back to my feet. A ray of light crept through the clouds. Dawn.



message 13: by Olivia, summer (new)

Olivia (livibooks3) | 229 comments Mod
I wus kinda inspired by One of Chandanis stories sort of and a book I read...


message 14: by Olivia, summer (new)

Olivia (livibooks3) | 229 comments Mod
Why is it that whenever I get the time to write a story Arthur is the only one who does too? Weird coincidence...


message 15: by Olivia, summer (new)

Olivia (livibooks3) | 229 comments Mod
BTW I was going to post this earlier but I forgot.


message 16: by Arthur, Live a little Give a lot (new)

Arthur | 554 comments Mod
hmm ok

Maybe we can begin the contest vote tomorrow instead. Thanks for your story...I love that story Olivia. You certainly got my attention with it.


message 17: by Clare D' Lune (new)

Clare D' Lune AWESOME!! ok yes, we'll start it tomorrow, and though ppl won't have as much time to vote, it will give ppl more time to write...


message 18: by Olivia, summer (new)

Olivia (livibooks3) | 229 comments Mod
Cool thanks ppl :)


message 19: by Olivia, summer (new)

Olivia (livibooks3) | 229 comments Mod
ppl


message 20: by Olivia, summer (new)

Olivia (livibooks3) | 229 comments Mod
BTW I really liked your story Arthur.. very mysterious


message 21: by Arthur, Live a little Give a lot (new)

Arthur | 554 comments Mod
I opps a bad line or two writing way to fast. I thought up the story all week...basing it on my daughter and her drama class!! I then wrote the first paragraph..theme someone is lost... then took a two hour break then took an hour to write the rest then blindly posted it. I noticed there is a really bad line in one convo ...""Look we have to work to do, and see what the other group play is.” Is all she cared about really, standing there ..."
I need to rewrite this someday!!


message 22: by Arthur, Live a little Give a lot (new)

Arthur | 554 comments Mod
I posted the poll to choose the story most liked in this post. http://www.goodreads.com/poll/show/80...


message 23: by Clare D' Lune (new)

Clare D' Lune wow both stories were very good!


message 24: by Clare D' Lune (new)

Clare D' Lune Congrats! Olivia wins with 5-4! Good job! Um, did u want it on the website?



message 25: by Clare D' Lune (new)

Clare D' Lune lol :D


message 26: by Olivia, summer (new)

Olivia (livibooks3) | 229 comments Mod
yay!!! haha I totally need to give myself permission to put my own story up on the website I designed and maintain


message 27: by Clare D' Lune (new)

Clare D' Lune haha I thought so to.... lol : P


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