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Wow, that's short!!! There's no prompt; it can be about anything?
Also, can it be one we've already written, or does it have to be new?
It can be something you've already written.
Here's my entry: Forgiveness
(Inspired by the song "Forgiveness" by TobyMac)
I saw two men on a hill. One was robed in white shining brighter than the sun. The other was cloaked in black, void of all light. Beneath them the whole world was stretched, bathed in the light of the Bright One. Then the Dark One stepped between the world and its Light. His shadow began spreading across the earth. I saw the people shrink from it in terror, until one, seeing the lush fruits that grew in the Shade, stepped into it. I saw the Bright One bow His head, and a tear fell from His eyes. From the tear sprang the image of the Bright One, nailed to a cross, between the Dark and the Light. I saw the Dark One with a hammer in his hand, and a basket of nails at his side. Each time someone stepped into the Shade, he drove a nail into the Man on the tree. I saw the people in the Shade, some of them trying to get out, to go back to the Light, but they could not escape, as surely as the Man was nailed to the cross.
I looked, and the Man's face was a mixture of agony and love, as I heard Him say, "Forgive them. Father. For they know not what they do." He sank down, on the cross, until he lay stretched out on the ground. And the Bright One reached His hand across the body of the Man, bringing Light to the earth again. And as the hand stretched out, the Man rose, free of the cross, and stepped out toward the people below. His pierced body intensified the Light from the Bright One. As it flowed through Him, I saw it blind the Dark One, and burn him and his followers to ashes, yet it rested gently on the people who ran to it, giving them Light, and Warmth, and Security. And I saw them bask in its joyful rays.
The cold, frosty ice blew across the whole town, causing Anny to shiver and wrap her purple jacket tighter to her chest. She was walking her dog, an adorable pug named Coco. Abruptly, Coco let out a long, high-pitched howl.
Alarmed, Anny froze, her gaze following Coco. What was she howling about?
Coco began straining tighter against the leash, so hard that Anny's fingers slipped, letting the young pup practically fly through the air.
Grinding her teeth together, Anny raced after Coco, the chilly wind making her wavy brown hair fly in the air.
Coco was now panting at a small ditch hidden in the grass.
Struggling for air, Anny's frostbitten fingers searched the musky dirt for something. She gasped when she saw a tiny golden key buried in the dirt.
Was that why Coco was going crazy?
But then everything went dark. A pure midnight black dark that swamped all of Anny's senses.
And then she felt nothing.
Really good!!! I like it. a lot.
Grandma Sophie used to have a peach tree in her backyard. It was all she had left of her grandmother, and it that was all that great great grandmother Maria had of her grandmother's enormous orchard. It was why Angelica had asked her fiancé to buy the house; it was all she had left of her grandmother.James had protested, saying he could buy them a newer house for the sane price with all the things a modern couple should have, but she wouldnt budge. The 18th century plantation house, now stripped of the plantation and the orchards due to hard times, called to her. Literally. It called to her. It usually sounded like her grandmother, but sometimes she heard the voices of other women.(It wasn't the first time she heard voices. It wasn't the first time she pretended not to hear. It was,however, the first time she did as they said.)
'my windows need a bit of shining dear' Angelica would hear whispered as she read a novel in the library. Sure enough, the windows were shined before she finished the chapter. 'Oh my yard;it needs clipping' she'd hear while grading papers, and before getting through the fifth essay on the civil war she'd have pulled out the lawnmower. 'My tree' more than one voice would demand loudly, unceasingly, everyday, 'tend my tree!!' And Angelica tended the tree as if her life depended on it, just like Grandma Sophie, and crazy Gran Maria. She quit her job, she became a recluse; she tended the tree and harvestd the fruit and only ate peaches.
(James knew, James worried. James said nothing.Because James heard them too.) Her death was sudden, the result of starvation the coronor said. James knew it was beacause they had run out of peaches. She was buried right with Grandma Sophie and crazy gran Maria; under the peach tree.(But James still tends the tree like his wife asks him to every day.Begs him to. Demands.)
Nice jobs everyone. Kind of is Halloween themed .
“It all began when I was awaken to the smell of burning wood.”I was in a fitful sleep. Sleeping in my room with four walls and no windows. Dreaming about the time my mother and I were at the fair. Only six years old at the time. My mother and I had walked all over the fair at least three times now- going on all the rides we possibly could before the day was over. My favorite part was the teacup ride. They would spin and spin and spin. Mom was reaching into her purse about to get out our tickets when her phone rang.
A worried expression crossed her face. She dialed in my father’s number. Often times this would happen, her boss would call and she would go back to work at the worst times. She looked down at me and did the usual “I’m sorry I have to go to work” speech. Looking at her with pleading eyes I begged her to stay, at least long enough to go on one last ride. It didn’t work. I knew what would happen. That was the last time I would see her. She had gone missing.
The police found her car at the end of a dead end street and no trace of her. I woke with a start.
P.s. This is a part of the book I am getting published.
By: Raegan Ralls
Here's a bit of irony; I just got a rejection letter from a lit journal for a short story.
Once there was a pig. His name was Chuckles. Chuckles loved bacon. So Chuckles asked the wise old goat, “Bubbles, wise old friend, will you tell me where bacon comes from?” Bubbles the wise old goat thought, Chuckles is definitely not ready for this answer. So he was honest, “I don’t think you are ready for this. Yet.” Chuckles looked at him and thought real hard, but Chuckles soon got distracted and started thinking about bacon. Chuckles had never been curious, but very forgetful, so he pushed away the thought in the way back of his head.
The next day, Chuckles asked his friend Daisy the hedgehog, ‘Where does bacon come from?” Daisy looked at him. Thought about his question and said, “Pigs, silly.”
“What?” Chuckles squealed. Daisy nodded and walked away. Pig=Bacon. Chuckles never ate bacon that day, but the next day, he ate bacon and still does to this very day.
The next day, Chuckles asked his friend Daisy the hedgehog, ‘Where does bacon come from?” Daisy looked at him. Thought about his question and said, “Pigs, silly.”
“What?” Chuckles squealed. Daisy nodded and walked away. Pig=Bacon. Chuckles never ate bacon that day, but the next day, he ate bacon and still does to this very day.
This is just something I wrote. I probably won't enter it because It's kind of for kids, unless you guys want me too.
QUESTION!!!!
When I make voting a poll, should I put the author's name or should I make it anonymous?
When I make voting a poll, should I put the author's name or should I make it anonymous?
Not that Random, Crazy, Weird, Fabulous girl over there is is so fancy A.K.A. Haley who just wanted something different and tells you to deal with it wrote: "Nice Bianca!"Thanks!
Not that Random, Crazy, Weird, Fabulous girl over there is is so fancy A.K.A. Haley who just wanted something different and tells you to deal with it wrote: "QUESTION!!!!When I make voting a poll, should I put the author's name or should I make it anonymous?"
Author! ex. my name is Raegan Ralls not Bianca- that's for a role playing group. You would have to make sure every ones name on their profile is their real one.
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This is a short story contest. Yes it's supposed to be short. I will limit you to 3 paragraphs (6-8) sentences each paragraph. The story can be about anything be creative.
Hopefully enough people enter and then we can vote, unless no one enters then we won't (Has to be over 10 people)
Have fun, ask questions and post here! Or you can add a link.
IMPORTANT!
The deadline will be November 8. I will not accept any late entries. You will be given 3 weeks to vote. Further information about voting will be posted after everyone has turned in story.