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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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| The time has come when the dead will walk among the living. I eagerly set burning candles on the windowsills and set a plate of food on my back porch. It only happens once a year and I never know who I will meet. Then I knelt down and prayed. It was custom to pray for my ancestors. May they rest in peace. It was a time to learn and watch. One thing that worried me was if a faerie came. They seek to disturb the dead and create chaos. I yawned and then looked at the time on my watch, and saw it was almost time. I finished my prayer and moved my hands over my face. Honoring the dead the best I could as I glanced at the backyard. All seemed calm and quiet, but I wasn't fooled. A faerie could be lurking just around the corner. With a swish and a swirl, I thought I saw something. Then a glimmer here and there an ordinary fairy appeared. Upon closer examination I noticed her wings were tainted, the tell tale sign that it was a faerie. I held my breath and felt my heart beat wildly as the faerie drew near. I didn't know her name. "Good evening, care if I join you? Why don't we start with your name first?" the faerie asked. "Fishy. And yours?" I replied, not daring to give my real name. "Do I really need to say? I am so hungry I could eat a horse. Say, that looks like a very good meal. May I have a taste?" "No you may not. It is a very special meal. I just don't want you anywhere near it." "Snickerdoodle. What is the occasion?" Blood Moon said. Now I recognized the faerie. "Nothing, Blood Moon. Just enjoying some peace and quiet." "Well then I'll be on my way." I watched with a smile as Blood Moon looked disappointed. I knew not to trust faeries and wasn't sure if she was going to try another stunt. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a young Irish person following the light of my candles. My Great Grandfather my conscience told me as he neared. Then the faerie left for good. "Over here," I whispered quietly and a breeze seemed to pick up my voice and carry it over to my great grandfather. "What a delicious meal you made for me my great granddaughter. Thank you for letting me eat it. I got a story to tell. "It begins with growing potatoes. It starts with a spud and grows into a good size plant. Deep down inside, the potato grows big, fat, and full. "Start small. Work your way big. And you'll be as healthy as can be with just the right amount of right, healthy choices." My Great Grandfather finished eating his meal and then turned and made a salute. I saluted back and smiled. Tears rolled down my cheeks as he turned and walked away, disappearing into the night. His words gave me a lasting impression. Big wisdom in just so few words. Prompt: Write a story about being visited by a departed ancestor. Word count: 519 Contest: "Holiday Short Story Contest - closed" |
| Contest: "October Novel Prep Challenge" Prompt: Plot background story Jarkin the evil overlord settled back in his chair. His hair ran rampant amongst his white skinned face. His arms and hands were as dark as night though, he didn't know why. Out of his people, he was the only one. He wanted to live, live to see his only son grow up. Not die. Not this summer. He was still evil, and he was still an overlord. But he had Kara, along with Wolf, his newborn son. He had grand plans. At what cost he didn't care. He wanted to wreak havoc upon others. His own betrayals had hurt so much. He didn't care. He wanted them back safe and sound. They were kidnapped. There was something missing. He wanted lightning to strike to force others to do his bidding freely. And his target was Arbor Lake, far from where he lived. He wanted to control spirits so that he could control the environment as he pleased. He despised the stories about how spirits mattered and life would cease to exist without them. He believed life could be controlled if they were under his control. He also wanted immortality and would love to gain that. 100 innocent souls needed to be sacrificed. He didn't care about its side effects. He wanted to live forever. He had his heart in it. He didn't believe it would drive him insane. Shatah was his target. He had heard of her from the Omahians. Words traveled fast across the continent. Though it became just a legend in his territory, he believed in it. No way would he give up. Lightning was the perfect excuse. Now all he needed to do was to execute it. This could be done by casting a spell. He knew it would take a few days to make it happen, but it could be done. First, he needed to mix the ingredients into a large pot. That will do he thought as he poured the last of the corn flour into the boiling water. Then he chanted as he stirred and through it all thought about his wife and his son. Would his son recognize him he didn't know. But they had been kidnapped far too long in his mind's eye. He wanted them back. To love them again as a loving father deserved. He wanted his son to grow old. The water boiled over and the next day he knew the potion was ready for the next step. Making a circle out of rocks, sticks, and hide, he knew it wouldn't be long before the sun set. Already dark out when he started enchanting, hoping to draw out the power of undead lightning. |
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