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Most entries are going to be E rated but some may go beyond that. |
You just want to read? These entries will be freshly written for a contest. Since I plan on joining many then I'm putting them all in a book. Sit back and enjoy it. I'll try to do a (poem) line count, (story) word count, prompt, and which contest I entered in. Though I won't be mentioning it in the piece, but "The Contest Challenge"  will be a part of a contest I enter since it's about entering into a contest following its rules. Wish me luck!
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| "What is that?" Milly said fearfully. Dust seemed to be flowing onto Mike's hand and then pouring onto the ground. "It is your feeling of fear. All in the dust," Mike said. The dust disappeared from the glass jar and settled onto Mike's hand, what was left of it. "You can't do this to me. I have no fear of anything," Milly said. "Yes, you do. It is right here in this handful of dust. Watch what it does now. Hold your wand steady. I have taught you many times to face your fear. You'll be facing your fear in this handful of dust," Mike said. "I can't believe you are saying that I have fear in a handful of dust. It's just dust. Why don't we move on to something else," Milly countered. "Just watch the just please," Mike said with a sigh. At first, nothing happened. Not a single particle of dust moved. All of a sudden Milly started to see venomous snakes, spiders, and scorpions of all sizes wriggling out of the dust. Yet he couldn't move. The animals started crawling all over, growing closer and closer. He imagined his wand not working so he wouldn't be able to fend off the animals pouring out. It seemed to be sucking him in slowly, one piece of mind at a time. He couldn't look away. Then he imagined them poisoning Mike so Mike would die soon. Very soon. "No!" Milly screamed and tripped over her foot. She fell with knocking some pans nearby to the ground. The scene was so real and vivid. When she turned over to her back she sat up and looked around. Her wand was gone. Mike was gone. "Mike!" Nothing soothed her. Mike was standing before her just a few minutes ago, holding a handful of dust. Now he was gone. She needed to get out. She stood up and looked around. Blood stained walls appeared. Where was the door? She needed to get out. And find her wand. Prompt: 3) I will show you fear in a handful of dust. - T. S. Eliot Word count: 354 Contest: "The Bard's Hall Contest" |
| "Welcome! How can I assist you today?" AI Kate opened her blue, glassy eyes as I walked near. "I am here for an interview. Where do I need to go?" Jason asked bowing down. "You may sit in the waiting room and I will message Mr. Joy to let him know you are here. Anything else?" "Yes. I don't know where the waiting room is. Would you please show me where to go?" "I can assist you with that." AI Kate had wheels to move around on attached to her legs. Kate began to move forward and then turned around the corner. Jason followed. There was a long corridor ahead of them. He wondered why the waiting room was too far away from the entrance. The computer person kept on rolling down the corridor as if it was a normal thing to do. "How long will it take?" Jason asked. "Approximately 3 minutes 45 seconds and 2 milliseconds." "What is your math knowledge?" Jason was amazed. "Approximately 2.3 quantillion probabilities with math," Kate replied. "That is absolutely mind blowing. You sure do seem to be very effective. Oh, that must be your boss," Jason tugged at his collar and tie and sweated a little. Suddenly he worried that he smelled. "Welcome. You must be Jason. I am Mr. Joy. It is a pleasure to meet you," Mr. Joy said. "Pleasure to meet you too. And Kate," Jason said. "At your service," Kate interrupted. "AI is a wonderful thing to have. We have spaceships and flying cars but robots with AI is a rare sight to see. Now, for the interview. We will go to a large conference room. I hope you had a pleasant experience with Kate. She is in training mode. We hope to spread AI all over the universe. Now, shall we begin?" Mr. Joy said. Prompt: How do we deal with AI? How can we incorporate AI in our daily lives? Word Count: 327 Contest: "The Science Fiction Short Story Contest" |
| Mental illness is like physical illness All the aches and pains of emotion Not everyone is aware But help is on the way Books are out there Call lines are out there The word spreads rapidly Mental illness is being learned Schizophrenia Bipolar Depression Anxiety Suffering like physical pain Relievers are on the way Therapy is soothing And there are doctors for it Mental illness comes and goes Treatment will help control it Awareness goes a long way Rising supportive people Prompt: Mental Illness Awareness Month Line count: 20 Contest: "Poetry Topic of the Month Contest" |
| Prompt: The aliens were here all along Word count: 609 Contest: "Thrice Prompted" "Where are the aliens?" Micheal asked in disgust. "I don't know. They should've been here by now. This place is getting a bit chilly. I think I'll put on my jacket," Joe said. Then he put on a bright red leather jacket. A baby dragon crawled out from under the bush while Micheal was looking at that area. Awed, he picked up the dragon with his hands. Its scales pierced through his skin a little bit, causing his hands to bleed. He dropped the dragon accidentally and then looked at his hands. Startled, the dragon barely caught his pants and held on for a little bit until it felt certain it was safe to let go. A rustle in the bushes was ignored. "The aliens are here, watching us," the baby dragon said. Joe turned around. "What do you know about the aliens?" Joe asked. "Fuzzy, real fuzzy. They called themselves aliens," the baby dragon said. "That doesn't make any sense. Aliens aren't fuzzy. There sure are a lot of squirrels around this area. Maybe what you saw were a bunch of squirrels," Micheal said. He had studied pictures of aliens for a long time. He didn't quite believe in the pictures of fuzzy aliens though. "Lots of them. They want nuts," the baby dragon continued. All of a sudden a bunch of squirrels showed up. Micheal and Joe laughed. They had seen squirrels a bunch of time, but not so many at once. This didn't deter them from stopping their search for aliens. The baby dragon sighed. This wasn't what it had seen. Suddenly the squirrels started transforming into round, furry fuzzballs with legs and eyes. Now this was what the baby dragon had seen. "We come to Earth in peace," one of the aliens said. "Hold on, you were here all along?" Micheal asked, shocked. The fuzzball nodded eagerly. It flipped on top of another one and slowly they formed a triangular wall. Micheal and Joe gasped with wonder as the aliens started transforming once more. This time they took in the appearance of a Velociraptor. Joe clapped his hands. "What a wonderful performance. Now that we are all here I would like to show you around. I know you lost your spaceship but maybe it can be fixed. So a car shop might give you ideas on how to fix it," Joe said. "That is a brilliant idea," the alien said. "I still don't quite believe you're aliens because you are all so fuzzy. Oh, what about the baby dragon?" Micheal said. "I can take care of myself," the baby dragon said. "Okay now. Car shop it is," Joe said. They went to the car dealer and found the place closed. Then they went next door and asked the junk man if there were spare parts that could be used. The junk man agreed and let the alien in. He kept staring at the alien wide eyed in disbelief. Soon the alien found what they wanted to use. A special gem was jammed up in a pipe caught the alien's attention. It struggled to get the special gem out of the pipe. Then it returned where the junk man waited. "Is this what you needed?" the junk man asked. "Yes," the alien replied. "Be on your way then." They walked out of the junk yard and returned to the spaceship. Lights were still on. The alien went straight to work, returning to the shape of many fuzzballs. The lights flickered then went brighter than ever. They all cheered. Now the alien could return to outer space. |
| Why did the cows go to the theater I do not know Maybe they went to see the moovies Or to hang out in outer space A wheelbarrow rolls down the hill The cow gets in To watch the moovies it goes To see reindeer and cowboys Prompt: None Lline count: 8 Contest: "The Humorous Poetry Contest" |
| "Rocky Mountains it is," I said as I went into my Pontiac Grand Am 1990. Only redesigned with a rocket gauge in the back. I patted the steering wheel with my left hand as I turned the ignition with my right hand. The engine roared to life. "That's it Molly, you can do this." I pulled on the gear and shifted it into reversed the car from the driveway. The journey was just one day's drive away. I was going to make it tonight. Of course, the smart idea would be to spend a night in the hotel before driving to the mountains. I couldn't wait to get there in my dream car. Then my cat came out meowing at me. I couldn't leave behind my cat. But I had plans for my neighbor to take care of him. I honked and my cat went back inside the house through the doggy door. I drove on out of town and onto the interstate. The cars passed by me as if they were in a rush. I was in no rush at all to get to where I wanted to go. I continued to drive. A couple hours passed and I ran into stopped traffic. I looked at my gas gauge and sighed. I needed to pull over soon to get some gas. Otherwise I would run out of gas and have to solve the problem before dark. A couple hours was a long way from home. The traffic creeped along until I started seeing cones. Construction work was blocking a lane. I pulled over to the other lane and then followed the creeping cars. My gas gauge went to zero and the construction wasn't over yet. I ran out of gas along the way. A person came up to by my window so I rolled the window down. "Excuse me madam. What is the matter?" "I ran out of gas and my car died," I replied. "Let me help you. I got a gas can filled with gas. It would just be enough to get you to the nearest gas station." "Oh that would be great. I want to get to town by dark if I could help it." "You will be on your way." The person disappeared and it felt like eternity. I heard some more cars honking behind me. There was no way the car would run. I waited for the person to come back. When the person finally came back he showed me the gas can. I unlocked the cover to the gas so that he could fill me up. After he was ready I turned on the key switch. My car started as if nothing had happened. I thanked the person and then started driving, hoping the construction would end so that I could drive to the nearest gas station. Not far did I have to wait to find a gas station. Night fell as I put gas in and I yawned. Since the streets were clearer I could dare use the rocket gauge installed in my car. I paid for the gas and got inside. Then I drove a ways back onto the interstate. "Okay Molly, show me what you could do." The rocket gauge blared and the car jerked. Next thing I knew I was up in the air. I wasn't the only car rising into the air though. All around me cars were taking flight. We veered in the direction of the road, leaving behind the trucks that couldn't fly. I went the rest of the way and filled up with gas again near my destination. Word Count: 616 Prompt: What are you driving? Where are you going? Contest: "BlackAdder's Cantina Space Opera Contest" |
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