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Short Story Contest
Short Story Contest
The prize is making the MC in my next big writing project.
Rules:
Must be less than 200 words.
Must have some character developement
Must be sci-fi
What I will be judging:
Character development
Twist(s)
Is it Sci-Fi?
Length. I would like a very, very short story to win.
submitted by Gared
(December 26, 2016 - 8:08 pm)
(December 26, 2016 - 8:08 pm)
Ahaha! I'll just post my entry to my school's "100 word scifi" contest from last year. :P
(December 26, 2016 - 10:58 pm)
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(December 27, 2016 - 12:35 am)
I'll join! Im a bit busy so I might need a few days. Is there a limit to how many people can join?
(December 27, 2016 - 4:36 am)
I'll do it?
(December 27, 2016 - 8:38 am)
Oooh, can I join? Anyway here is my story....
"Are you kidding me?!" Ryan shreaked at the Queen of the Cyborgs, Queen Mellissa. "Well, if you want a deal for you planet, yes," she said. "I can't. I am the son of King Malichi the third." "I know that," the Queen snapped back at him, "but if you want to have one of my planets in the Dilactar System, you and your sister, Princess Kalia, have to be my slaves!" "I can't, I have to rule after the planet explodes," Prince Ryan explained. "Well, I will make another deal, you will have to give me your sister," she replied. "Sure but I have to contact my sister first," Ryan told Queen Mellissa.
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That is it.
(December 27, 2016 - 9:18 am)
Interesting.
(December 27, 2016 - 11:18 am)
I will be judging this Friday, and there is no limit to the contestants.
(December 27, 2016 - 11:17 am)
Ugh, the thing from earlier didn't show... here.
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Hi. Good to see you again. I'm Brie, the new Leader. I may be only seventeen— don't look so shocked, people learn things quick around here— but I know my way around.
Oh, right. You don't know me anymore. Don't look so worried. You're not quite that insane.
I'm going to tell you a little something about yourself. No, you don't. Be quiet. You know nothing about this. You were from the time when They had just begun to grow. Remember? No? Well, you were one of the first ones they took, when you tried to steal some flour for the villagers.
Don't give me that look. They were starving. One thing you've done right.
You're wondering where I'm going with this? You're wondering why I haven't killed you yet?You're funny, sweetie. Why would I hurt something potentially useful? See, thing is, we need you. I hate to admit it, but we need someone on the inside. Someone they trust. Someone we can trust.
No, no, I don't trust you, yet. You only think you know what's right. Don't flatter yourself. I do have a knife if you continue with this wishy-washy crap.
Let me tell it straight, okay? They're coming for us. They're stronger than us. You helped them rise. Now you must make them fall.
Are you in, or are you dead?
(December 27, 2016 - 3:53 pm)
Oh, that's really cool, Abi!
(December 27, 2016 - 5:24 pm)
I have a question: how is that story Sci-Fi?
(December 27, 2016 - 10:04 pm)
Well, you should be aware it's difficult to create a whole background and plot in under 200 words. Truly, what I have posted is just a snippet of a larger awareness.
My intention was for it to take place in a sort of futuristic, dystopian universe in which humanity is being dominated by a half-human hybrid species originally created in a lab as an experiment, and Brie leads a kind of shaky rebellion. The "You" character was originally the spearheader of the revolution, but was captured by the fusions, had his-her memories erased, and brainwashed into loyalty.
This isn't specified in the story, I know, but I thought it was kind of obvious that it wasn't realistic fiction or whatever genre you thought it was.
Disqualify me if you want. I'm not rewriting it. *shrug*
(December 27, 2016 - 10:23 pm)
I have some tips for future short stories:
Remove excess dialouge. And while you are doing that, balance exposition with description. Your story could be as little as:
Good to see you again. In case you forgot, my name's Brie, the Leader. Remember the past? Your past? You stole the flour for the starved village. Last good thing you did. And the only thing that is stopping me from killing you is that you are important. Your my person on the inside. Let me put it this way: help me or die.
(Instert description and exposition about the past.)
(December 27, 2016 - 10:45 pm)
Oh my gosh. I posted that as a tip, but I reread it, and I was blunt, and kinda mean. I meant my above post only as a suggestion for future work.
(December 27, 2016 - 11:35 pm)
Here's my entry:
The Explosion
Kykoo the Superdog launched himself into the hazy sky. There was a lot of pollution in The City, which made visibility while flying difficult. Once, when he had been on a Spy Mission for The High King, he had almost flown into the spire of a Zymba Factory. Kykoo pulled up short and settled down on a roof poking through the dense fog that enveloped The City. He scanned the horizon for any approaching Space Craft, but nothing was in sight except for an old UFO flying unsteadily towards The Floating Palace. Before he knew it, Kykoo had fallen asleep. He was awakened by a huge explosion. He peered around in the gloom, but the fog had risen and he couldn't see anything. He jumped into the air, enacting super-speed on his flying suit and flew up through the clouds. He broke through the top just in time to see the old UFO flying away. Perfectly steadily. It was a trick! Then he looked down. To find a gaping hole in the clouds. The Floating Palace was gone! The High King too! Kykoo pushed the speed control nob all the way forward. To super-duper-extra-mega-speed. The chase was on.
If if there are too many words, let me know, but I'm pretty confidant that there is either 200 or 199 words or something around there. Hope you like it!
(December 28, 2016 - 12:48 am)
There are not to many words, and i liked how fast-pasted the story was.
(December 28, 2016 - 12:51 pm)