Hello everyone. @ejemai here for STACH with the announcement for the STACH Short Story Contest #2 and this week we are increasing the number of winners from 1 to 3 as well as the prize.
What is a short story?
A short story is a piece of prose fiction that can be read in one sitting. It makes use of plot, resonance, and other dynamic components to a far greater degree than is typical of an anecdote, yet to a far lesser degree than a novel.
In other word, it is a story with a fully developed theme but significantly shorter and less elaborate than a novel.
Contest Rules:
Write a Short Story based on the topic that will be given every week.
Write an Original Short Story (Plagiarism will be flagged and reported).
The Story must contain no more than 199 words.
One entry per user.
Submit your entry in the comment section.
Winner selection.
The Winner will be selected based on the substance/quality of the post, (which will be judged based on the interactions the post generates.) @ejemai will be judging this week's contest.
PRIZE.
For this first contest, THREE winners will be selected for a share of the $10SBD.
First Prize: ----------------------$5SBd,
Second Prize: ------------------$3SBD
Third Prize: ---------------------$2SBD.
Good luck guys!
CONTEST TOPIC
ADVENTURE
So sharpen your writing skills and throw in some short inspiring stories.
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Both Sides of the Story
Every day the old man shuffled slowly by, an old bag slung over his frail old shoulders.
Emily and Daniel (who were 6 and 7 years old, respectively) watched him with increasing curiosity as he never responded to their greetings.
Their Uncle Roni, a recovering alcoholic, told them the old man is evil.
The old man, whose name was Ayah, has a long unkempt beard and keeps to himself.
Uncle Roni told them that Ayah used to have three sons and a beautiful wife.But one day, he killed all, cooked, and ate them!
The bag he always carried contain their bones! Some of their bones were still in his bush house, the story went.
They arrived at the house, knocked and no one answered. They pushed the door open, inside was very clean and there were no bones. They were disappointed.
Later they told their mother what happened. She laughed and told them the old man was deaf, neither married nor had any children.We always need to hear both sides of the story.
Amazing..
This is my Entry for the contest
Title: Confused
With the rain lashing against the window, Linda got out of bed and drew back the curtains to look through the heavy rain. She moved to make herself coffee and went back to sleep refusing to think of going to work under the rain. Few minutes into a sudden sleep, she felt like she heard a knock at the door.
‘Who could this be under this rain?’ she said to herself. She gets up and heads towards the door. Looking through the door holds, she sees a man hurrying back with the umbrella torn by the wind looking completely drenched. She thought of opening up quickly to call him back as she realizes that it is Jim, the guy who walked her home the night before from the movie but she kept the key in the kitchen table. She gets the key and rushed into the rain calling out to him as she ran towards the road. As she runs towards the bus stop, calling out to him, she realized from the stares of passersby something that made her stop. She wasn’t wearing a slipper on her feet and worst off; her transparent wet night gown reveals her nakedness…
lolz... this is a very funny piece. i was actually expecting a different ending, but this is epic. just imagining how that will really look in real life. still laughing hard
thank you very much. glad you enjoyed reading it
good stuff
thank you. glad you enjoyed it
i can only imagine who shameful she will feel having such an experience. Great story if you ask me.
thank you, glad you enjoyed it
Hahahaha,i guess it was mostly men who were staring at her transparent wet night gown
Nice piece here bro.
haahahahah. that will really send some disturbing thoughts through her mind. thanks
THE ADVENTURE
I woke up,power was out,my phone was dead and I was damn bored. I took my bath,did this very charming make up, you would think I was about walking down the aisle but I had no destination.
Minutes late,I found myself in a street party that I wasn't invited to, I sighted this handsome guy seating alone, being the brave girl that I am,I walked up to him and started a conversation. We laughed and chatted like old buddies . I don't know how it got that far but moments later,we were competing for who could finish the highest wrap of amala. I had three down when the soldiers in my stomach started a war,I needed to use the toilet,I was sweating all over,my make-up began to cake.The demons in my head told me not to give up, I continued eating,smiling.
I farted. I haven't been around a forgotten corpse but I know that it spelt worse .After releasing the gas,the guy was still enjoying his meal,I thanked my God that he didnt perceive the horrible smell. Suddenly he screamed "Jesus!!" and looked at me in suspense,i froze!!
NB~ amala is an African food
~ word count 199
Lols! Funny adventure i must say. Girls should walk up to me too😂
Nice short piece sis.
Hahaha
Dont run when dey come and fart o
Lol. Silent gas. It's really a funny one.
Well written.
Thanks dear
I will definitely have stoned you with a wrap of amala
But have not seen any girl been crazy up to walking up to a guy for some hours talk
There are such ladies o
Dont worry you might encounter one soon
You're indeed brave , based on walking up to a guy, lmao, so was that the most embarrassing day of your life? 😂😂😂 I can't stop laughing yo!
It didnt even end there,really embarrasing
Lol....things fall apart
I love this...concise and intresting
Thanks dearie
Cannot stop laughing. You should have eaten all
Cant cheat nature o
Didnt your momma warn you about being a glutton .. U come day mess all around. @amec please cover your nose
I was steeming when she was warning me
Enhale it joor,its good for the health
Haha
I could walk up to a guy like you did and start up conversation.But am so shy that i cant fart near anyone, not even my husbnd, let alone with a stranger.I would make excuse and run away.You are realy wierd
Lolz,it came out without warning
Lmfao. I'm so smiling here. But what makes your the guy shouted because of your fart?
Yes oo
Covers face
Very funny indeed, I wonder the kind of smell that will come out of your anus, I'll just leave the table for you.
Hahahaha
Hahahaha.. You know get pity, u wan kill d innocent boy? If 😂
Lmao
Ah ah you wan kill the guy
So funny
Dont worry,you will hear it all
I am entry this contest with this short story. i hope it meets the requirements
The Night to Remember
Reaching to her phone, Abigail suddenly stepped on her brakes when she realized that she has hit a man on the zebra crossing sign. She hurried out and rushed to him, lifting his head from the ground.
'Are You OK?' she asked him, staring into his eyes.
'Yeah, I'm fine,' he replied. 'What were you thinking? The light is already turned red’ he questioned.
‘I’m sorry, I was reaching for my phone; it’s an emergency’
James stands and walks towards the sidewalk with Abigail holding his hand. He tells her to go that he was ok. Fortunately he wasn't badly hurt, and she couldn't wait to be very sure he was ok.
'Will I see you again?' she asked as she was about to leave.
'Yeah, I can get hit by you again tomorrow’ (jokingly)
Making her way, she gives him a peck and said ‘take care and be safe’ he responded simultaneously ‘I always will’. In shocked they turned to each other. No one has ever said this same words. ‘Abigail?’ he said ‘James?’ she replied. This was thirty years after when as kids they shared this secret between them and now… an accident.
is that how yu met your wife? aahhaa. great story bro
This is my entry for the competition
DRACO THE DEMON SLAYER
Draco embraced his two daughters one more time, he knew that may be the last time he'd ever get to see them again. The king had ordered all the skilled swordsmen in the Land of Galin to embark on a quest to kill Azaroth, the demon king. Draco wasn't fond of fighting but he knew he couldn't refuse his king, for he was the greatest swordsmen that Galin had ever known.The swift kill Draco was what they called him.
He assembled his garrison and they began their journey into the demon realm. After countless battles with countless casualties, Draco stood alone before the demon king. All others had met their untimely demise on the way there.
The Demon king was powerful but he was no match for Draco. "For Galin!!!!" he shouted as he parried Azaroth's first strike and dodged the second before thrusting his sword into the demons heart. The fight was over in an instant, Draco was victorious!
He returned home and was celebrated through out the land. Stories were told about him and songs were sang in his name, for he was no longer the swift kill Draco, he had become Draco the demon slayer.
I added a link to last weeks winner, and advertised this week's contest on my little steemitmag. I hope you don't mind, if you do and I will edit it out along with this message if your want, and no hard feelings. Just trying to connect writers and readers. (not very successfully yet but still hoping)
Connecting writers and readers you said.That's a good thing.But i'd like to know if the readers are allowed to make observations in the regard of what they read here,how it is rated and the criteria used,Thank you.
No rating system at all. Readers are allowed to make comments on my mag blog, or any blog I have. The only critera I use, is they wrote a story. It doesn't matter if I like it or not, or if it is sci-fi, horror, love, or whatever kind of story, as long as it is a story.
A Portrait
I sat sleepily across the table from her in front of a bowl of Rice Krispies. I dug my spoon deep into the floating snap, crackle, and pop and took a bite of my cold breakfast. The familiar voices of Good Morning America chattered from the small color television behind me.
She pulled a Salem Light 100 from her soft pack and fired it up. She shifted in her chair and grabbed the glass ashtray. She inhaled. Her lips formed the word, "blah" silently as she exhaled the choking smoke.
I ate on half asleep until the cigarette smoke hung like a lilting fog in the air of the mid-century ranch-style dining room/kitchen. "Get dressed and brush your teeth. You don't want to be late for the carpool," she directed.
I sank my feet into the vomit-colored shag carpet and disappeared down the hall to do as she'd said. I heard her light another. Six years later she would have to quit smoking due to adult-onset asthma. I can see her sitting there in her housecoat like it was yesterday nearly 35 years later... in the rear view mirror of my mid-life crisis.
This is my Entry for the contest.
David was a boy with dark skin, very thin and wearing glasses. He was the best student in his class. In the last days, older children were waiting for him to leave school to make fun of him. They pushed and beat him. Nathan, seeing how he was being mistreated, approached him when he was left alone at the entrance and said, "Hey David, you must learn to defend yourself." David under his head and say him he could not because they were too strong. Then Nathan explains that it is better to be sly than strong. And he explained a plan in a low voice to give a warning to the bully.
The next day, David left the school and saw the bullying children approach him and said: "If you don’t beat me, I'll tell you where I keep my money saved." The children acceded and followed him to a park and behind some bushes, he showed them a big stone that covered a hole. He told them "Here!". The children picked up the stone while David ran away. And when the stone was removed, there was a honeycomb of bees that began to sting the evil children.
It's an excellent story. I like it
I loved your story
Life is an adventure
Once upon a time a man was disenchanted with life. One day he decided to throw himself from the window of his apartment on the twelfth floor and, as he fell, he was looking through the windows as was the life of his neighbors: problems with his children, broken loves, unfaithful couples, robberies, the unemployed, the sick and all who were happy for small things. Just before falling on the pavement of the street, he woke up with a start.
Since then he had completely changed his conception of the world, and came to the conclusion that the life he wanted to leave forever was an adventure and worth living.
I love your story and your message.
Hi, I like what you guys are doing here. I just wrote a short story which I posted before seeing this. Can I still submit it here? Or write a new one for here?
If it is your story and it meets the requirements of the contest, then by all means do.
Yeah. It's my story. I will post it now. Thank you.
Please when is it ending?
Just seeing this
Little Hunter Games
I liked the way the sun lit up the sky every summer, it made the world my spotlight and boy did I play my part. My parents only let me play in the summer, there's was no school for months and if I passed my exams in flying colors I was allowed to play to my heart's content.
I grew up in Ijaye. There was nothing but farm and green dotted by a few buildings as far as the eyes could see. My favorite past time was chasing bush rats. The little things would scurry around the bush floor and escape into their holes on the ground. They did not know they ran for their death traps; the farmers had taught me and the other children to smoke them out of hiding and stand guard at the entrance of every hole we could find ready with sticks to kill on sight.
The snakes didn't escape our hunter games, we killed every one we saw by grabbing it by the tail and knocking it against the floor until it died. Every boy was ranked by the number of snakes he killed, and I was the balogun, the best of all.