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Tuzilla  (Level: 144.4 - Posts: 3839)
Mon, 22nd Jun '09 6:54 PM


Well, it is a short group for this final short story contest, but please vote. Just read the stories and text your vote for your favorite at the bottom this thread.

Story #1

Shortly after the Supreme Court ruled that inter-species marriages could not be restricted, Otto the Octopus and Millie the Millipede entered into wedded bliss. They gave birth to one daughter, Tessie the Ten-thousand-tacled, who grew up and enrolled in the Dance program at UC-Berkeley.

There she met Clyde, a young dance student from Alabama, and one thing led to another, and soon Tessie was walking, ok, shambling down the aisle, the two lovebirds were saying "I do", and Clyde was slipping the golden ring onto her tentacle. Then he was putting the platinum one on her next tentacle. Then the one with the emeralds on it on tentacle number three. Then the zircon-encrusted ... Well, you get the idea. By the fiftieth one, he thought the ringing would never stop.

A little too much repetitive motion, perhaps? Clyde and Tessie spent their honeymoon in the company of a neurologist, an orthopedic surgeon and a physical therapist.

Story #2

The boy felt weary now. He had been walking all day with an urgency to keep moving, and to gain as much distance as he could, from Holborn. He wondered how many miles he had travelled, as he threaded through the tumultuous crowds on the labyrinth of city streets. It was late evening, and the twilight sun painted the tall buildings around him, with a golden light. He decided that it would be safe to rest beneath the arched wall that continued on to form a tollgate. His feet ached in the ill fitting boots he wore, and in the shadows, he crouched, sighing with sadness and apprehension. He unwrapped the bundle that he carried, and looked at its meagre contents, which consisted of half a loaf of bread, an apple, and two farthings. As he slowly picked pieces of bread and placed them in his hungry mouth, he considered his plight. How long could he survive without sufficient food? Would his worldly wealth of two farthings suffice to take him all the way home to Gloucester? and would he have to pay to pass by the gate bridge ahead? The hours slowly passed, and the air became chill. Now a large round moon shone behind the church spire nearby. He shivered, pulling up his collar for inadequate warmth, and closed his eyes. In his dreams, he relived the misery he had escaped from. He was frightened again, as he slaved in the scullery during what seemed an endless day, washing greasy pots and pans, scrubbing floors, and ceaselessly peeling vegetables. He knew what would happen next as he hurried to complete his tasks, and predicatively, he could hear heavy footsteps behind him, and the coarse voice of Mrs Stubbs the cook shouting “Lazy lazy wretch, never does an hour’s honest work!” while she slapped him sharply on his shoulders. Then she discovered that he had stolen the bread and the apple, and was chasing him. But the nightmare grew worse, and he could see again his dear Tabby; his only friend, the one he had been persuaded to surrender. In his dream he was screaming, and then, the sound of his cries merged with something else, and he awoke with a shudder. It was morning, and he felt bitterly cold. The church bells had aroused him from his slumber, and were a loud clamour of Ding, ding, dong, dong,. Ding, dong, dong. The tintinnabulation persisted on and on, in a repeated pattern. He thought the ringing would never stop. As he was reflecting thus, a horse drawn gilded carriage suddenly approached and halted beside him. He stood up, and watched as a beautiful young girl stepped forward from the carriage. Smiling she said “Thank goodness we found you at last, we have been seeking you everywhere”. He was amazed to behold Alice the daughter of Mr Fitzwarren, the rich merchant in whose house he had worked and fled from. “Look what I have got for you”. She turned, and from the carriage presented him with a cat. “It’s your Tabby, who you so kindly gave to the ship’s captain. She gallantly rid the ship of rats, and therefore the captain wishes to reward you”. Tabby had returned, and with tears in his eyes he took his beloved cat from Alice, and hugged it. “Now come“, Alice said, “We have to take you home, and you look so tired. You must never fear again, Mrs Stubbs has been dismissed from service, and we will take good care of you”. The bells of Bow Church continued to ring as the boy stepped into the carriage. The year was 1363, and the legendary Dick Whittington was returning to London with his cat. Now he could understand that the bells were pealing out in celebration, as they announced he would be “Thrice Lord Mayor of London” sometime in the future.

Story #3

Young Quasimodo lived in the Notre Dame bell tower for several years preceding the incident involving Esmeralda. The kindly archdeacon Claude Frollo cared for all of his needs. It was peaceful life until Claude inadvertently left a case of Taureau Rouge -- an early, French version of Red Bull -- destined for the monastery where young Quasi discovered it. Alas! Poor Claude! He thought the ringing would never end.

Bobolicios  (Level: 119.6 - Posts: 1745)
Mon, 22nd Jun '09 7:14 PM

Story #2

Koota  (Level: 187.3 - Posts: 2114)
Mon, 22nd Jun '09 7:45 PM

#1. Bwahahahahaaaaa!

(Although I did love the reference to early Red Bull in Story #3. Funny!)

Smokydevil  (Level: 163.0 - Posts: 5381)
Mon, 22nd Jun '09 9:56 PM

I'm sure this doesn't help, but I liked number three the best, though they were all good.

Leaston  (Level: 42.6 - Posts: 839)
Mon, 22nd Jun '09 10:27 PM

# 2

Jank0614  (Level: 67.1 - Posts: 4593)
Tue, 23rd Jun '09 12:01 AM

#1 for sheer ingenuity.

Aristotle  (Level: 72.7 - Posts: 191)
Tue, 23rd Jun '09 2:19 AM

All three are great, but I vote for 2.

Aristotle  (Level: 72.7 - Posts: 191)
Tue, 23rd Jun '09 2:21 AM

P.S. Why is this the final short story contest? Aren't there going to be any more?

Aquamar  (Level: 185.7 - Posts: 925)
Tue, 23rd Jun '09 2:29 AM

# 1

Surreyman  (Level: 272.1 - Posts: 2771)
Tue, 23rd Jun '09 4:30 AM

#1 for me - hilarious!
And yeh - more, more comps!

Smokydevil  (Level: 163.0 - Posts: 5381)
Tue, 23rd Jun '09 5:19 AM

The last one? I somehow missed that tidbit of information! I could've been a contenda......please, more, more!!!

Madamec8  (Level: 85.9 - Posts: 897)
Tue, 23rd Jun '09 5:31 AM

#1 for me (it coulda been a Beatles' song )

Smokydevil  (Level: 163.0 - Posts: 5381)
Tue, 23rd Jun '09 6:47 AM

Earlier Tuz tried to give me a chance to participate in this contest, and unfortunately due to my schedule and school work I ran out of time. Oh well. Still, for fun I thought I would post what I had written up until that point, though it has no ending. I don't expect votes, just posting this for fun. However, I am worried if we get another contest I won't be able to use these ideas in the future!! I'm not a fountain of ideas! Thanks for the chance Steve.

He thought the ringing would never stop. He headed into the bathroom to grab some aspirin to cure the hangover, but he saw the vodka on top of the toilet and grabbed that instead. After downing a quarter of the bottle, he headed back into the bedroom to survey the scene. On the nightstand was a pistol, a few bullet shells, and a large pile of cash. On his paycheck, he hadn’t seen money like that in a long time. A beautiful woman was sleeping soundly still handcuffed on the other side of the bed. He spent time going over the few remaining memories he had of the previous night. He remembered heading to the bar alone to forget about her, a cute woman sitting next to him that got better looking the more he consumed. Flirting and conversation ensued. The woman in his bed, well, that was her. He remembered a brief scene that included a car chase, and gunfire, but what led up to that moment, he had no clue.

Jimmy. He remembered seeing his cousin, who was heavily into the drug scene at the bar. The more he thought about it, the more his head began to hurt, and he was getting nowhere fast.

A knock came at the door. Concerned about who it might be, he peaked out of the curtain. It was Jimmy and a couple of guys he didn’t recognize. Guns were drawn, and held close their bodies to help conceal their presence. “Fred, we just want to talk to you”. A surge of panic ran through his body.

Whew, way different than what came to mind for the others!!!

Smokydevil  (Level: 163.0 - Posts: 5381)
Tue, 23rd Jun '09 6:51 AM

BTW, if I broke some kind of rule about the contest by posting that, I apologize, I'm unfamiliar with the rules, just didn't want all that writing to go to waste!

Allena  (Level: 266.1 - Posts: 1406)
Tue, 23rd Jun '09 9:37 AM

"Thrice Lord Mayor of London” seems more a punishment then a reward to a great story. However, for sheer cleverness, I vote #1.

Fudypatootie  (Level: 205.8 - Posts: 1302)
Tue, 23rd Jun '09 11:24 AM


Sandracam  (Level: 149.3 - Posts: 4190)
Tue, 23rd Jun '09 10:53 PM

#2. but #1 was really cute!

Sandracam  (Level: 149.3 - Posts: 4190)
Tue, 23rd Jun '09 10:53 PM

#2. but #1 was really cute!

Bbear  (Level: 166.9 - Posts: 2297)
Tue, 23rd Jun '09 11:13 PM

Only 3 responses? I never saw the "call for papers". I always try to participate in these, although I have not done well.

I really thought #1 was clever.

Please don't stop these; just "bump" the thread for a week or so and more of us can figure it out.

Headylamar  (Level: 154.1 - Posts: 740)
Tue, 23rd Jun '09 11:27 PM

Liked them all, but number 1 is my fave.

Sandracam  (Level: 149.3 - Posts: 4190)
Wed, 24th Jun '09 9:46 AM

I think Bbear's idea is a good one. This seems to get buried, and it shouldn't. There are some pretty talented writers here.

Monkeynips13  (Level: 21.5 - Posts: 647)
Wed, 24th Jun '09 11:32 AM

My vote goes to number 2, but all three were original and clever.

Tuzilla  (Level: 144.4 - Posts: 3839)
Wed, 24th Jun '09 10:04 PM

Since there is concern for keeping this going, I'll give it another whirl. As long as we can get a decent show of stories and votes, then why not?

That said, this round goes to Kaufman (Ken). Congrats!

Send in a new line and let's see what happens.

Smokydevil  (Level: 163.0 - Posts: 5381)
Thu, 25th Jun '09 12:48 AM

WTG Ken! Thanx Steve, I'll try and keep an eye open for the next one.

Madamec8  (Level: 85.9 - Posts: 897)
Thu, 25th Jun '09 1:57 AM

I"m confused ... how do we know which one is Ken's??

Sandracam  (Level: 149.3 - Posts: 4190)
Thu, 25th Jun '09 4:57 AM

Think it's #1. Congrats Ken! Very fun stuff!

Tuzilla  (Level: 144.4 - Posts: 3839)
Thu, 25th Jun '09 9:59 AM

#1 I forgot to say Ken was #1.

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