I am hosting a short story contest...
- Locked due to inactivity on Aug 4, '16 4:28pm
Thread Topic: I am hosting a short story contest...
-
ilovepuppyz NoviceHere are the rules:
Must be in paragraph form
Must not be more than ten paragraphs
Deadline: February 5, 2014
Goodluck! I am doing this to put myself into the judges' shoes. I plan to enter in my first short story contest, and i dont stand a chance. Oh well. I'm still gonna try. :) -
[Reserved, will post when I'm done.]
-
ilovepuppyz NoviceAnyone can enter!
-
ilovepuppyz Novice[poll.kr9]
Well, I'll be back in a bit. Don't worry- most will be read. ;) -
My name is Bright Aluan Carlotta, and Im your normal six-year-old. Or close enough.
I suppose that is is quite an odd name. What female child is called Bright, besides maybe an angel? Aluan sounds a lot like Allan, so maybe my parents decided that it would be smarter to change it up a bit. Our last name, however, has been in our family for many generations. Father says that it sounds like a Mexican last name. Mother says it was from our Dutch side.
That should be a past tense, though. I know Ive established that I have a weird name. I havent told you that I ran away from this life. Im getting to it.
~
It had been a cold summer morning. Oddly enough for me, I was in a strong state of depression, but I didnt quite have a reason for it. That morning was also one of my worse hair days. I got up and walked out of my room, making a bee-line for the lavatory. Luckily, not a single one of my other family members was inside of the bathroom. The first thing I did was look in the mirror.
My usually straight, silky, and soft black hair was sticking up in about fifty different directions. I tried my hair straightener. Instead of making my hair straight, it almost set it on fire. I tried to curl it. I got curls, but they uncurled and went lop sided. This sure was becoming a wild adventure in my hair!
I let out a loud scream of frustration and flung my arm out for the door. This was a horrible mistake. My hand smacked into the mirror. The force of the impact moved up my hand into my arm, causing a horrible pain.
Mother came running into the bathroom. I suppose she heard the thunk of my arm. Upon seeing her rush in, I started crying. She picked me up, and held me tightly. (Just because you might have not cried at age six doesnt mean I cant!)
She looked down at the counter, where the straighter and curler were both laying. A frown broke onto her face.
Bright, baby girl, Ive told you not to use those, was her first statement. Her second one was a bit irritating. You could burn yourself. And then what if me or your father werent able to come help right away like I just did?
Id go to the freezer outside and get some ice, duh. I retorted.
Well, what if you cant open the door?
Anyone can open a door! Mother let out a deep sigh, putting a strand of my hair behind my ear. I noticed she had our family heirloom in her hair. It was actually a beautiful butterfly hair clip. The clip was adorned with several unique little designs, and along the tips of the wings were little dots. It almost made it look realistic. My great-great-great-great Grandfather made it for my great-great-great-great Grandmother.
Would you like to wear it, Bright? I guess she noticed that I was looking at it. She smiled. With one hand, she plucked it out of her hair, and put it into mine. My hair was soon looking a lot better than it had been. I smiled up at her.
~
I was almost upset as I started to pack up all of my things. No, I suppose upset didnt cover it. I was scared. But I had to follow our favorite family motto, There is no fear without courage. Father, who was the head of the house, was always repeating it. It always went something like this:
Dont forget, Bright, when you go up on stage That there is no fear without courage.
Were going to go to the doctors, kitten! Remember, there is no fear without courage.
Im going to try your Mothers pie. Im scared about this pie.. But remember, there is no fear without courage, and her cooking usually doesnt fail us.
Ive been so used to that motto for years. Or has it only been a couple of years?
Last year on my fifth birthday, Mother told me something important. She told me that her and Father werent my actual parents, but that Father was my real dads brother. Mother never told me why I got dumped with them, though.
Which is why Im leaving today. My birthday is in two days. And I want to see how other families treat their children. Why should I bother, wasting my seventh birthday with people that arent my parents?
I checked through my bag one more time. All of my clothes? Check. Ten bottles of water? Check. Toothbrush and toothpaste? Check! Mothers hairbrush? Check. Fathers money? Check. Photo of the three of us? Yes, I had it. I had everything that I needed to go travel.
Now, it was time for me to say my goodbye. I wasnt going to talk to them. Id instantly drop the idea if I saw them before I left. I went over to my desk and began to write. It wasnt long, just a simple, Im going to run away thing. When I was done, I closed up the envelope and sealed it with a seal that was the shape of a heart.
With everything now perfect, I slung the bag over my shoulder and threw open my window. It was a chilly night at the moment. For a second, I wondered if I should wait one more day. But I heard Mother calling my name. There was no backing out of it now.
I hoisted myself up out of the window and fell onto the wet grass. My dress got green grass stains smeared onto the white fabric. I wasnt too happy about it, but from now on, I cant be picky about what I wear. I stood up and shook off all doubts about this journey ahead. I set off down out driveway, walking at a brisk pace down the street. I imagined in my mind Mothers reaction as she found the note, sitting on my desk, the ink still fresh on the paper. I imagined her reading it and calling Father to come to my room, to read the note and become horrified. And lastly, I imagined her looking at the window and screaming.
Which is exactly what happened. Seconds later after my brain played out the scenario, I heard her wail coming from my bedroom window. I heard my name being called out into the darkness. A single tear rolled down my cheek as I stopped for a moment to turn and look at the house. I thought about Mother and Father being alone, without me.
Another tear.
But then, I turned back, and headed for the sweet freedom ahead.
(i'm sorry but it had to be over ten paragraphs..) -
plus the 's died xD
-
My name is Bright Aluan Carlotta, and I'm your normal six-year-old. Or close enough.
I suppose that is is quite an odd name. What female child is called Bright, besides maybe an angel? Aluan sounds a lot like Allan, so maybe my parents decided that it would be smarter to change it up a bit. Our last name, however, has been in our family for many generations. Father says that it sounds like a Mexican last name. Mother says it was from our Dutch side.
That should be a past tense, though. I know I've established that I have a weird name. I haven't told you that I ran away from this life. I'm getting to it.
~
It had been a cold summer morning. Oddly enough for me, I was in a strong state of depression, but I didn't quite have a reason for it. That morning was also one of my worse hair days. I got up and walked out of my room, making a bee-line for the lavatory. Luckily, not a single one of my other family members was inside of the bathroom. The first thing I did was look in the mirror.
My usually straight, silky, and soft black hair was sticking up in about fifty different directions. I tried my hair straightener. Instead of making my hair straight, it almost set it on fire. I tried to curl it. I got curls, but they uncurled and went lop sided. This sure was becoming a wild adventure in my hair!
I let out a loud scream of frustration and flung my arm out for the door. This was a horrible mistake. My hand smacked into the mirror. The force of the impact moved up my hand into my arm, causing a horrible pain.
Mother came running into the bathroom. I suppose she heard the thunk of my arm. Upon seeing her rush in, I started crying. She picked me up, and held me tightly. (Just because you might have not cried at age six doesnt mean I can't!)
She looked down at the counter, where the straighter and curler were both laying. A frown broke onto her face.
"Bright, baby girl, I've told you not to use those," was her first statement. Her second one was a bit irritating. "You could burn yourself. And then what if me or your father weren't able to come help right away like I just did?"
I'd go to the freezer outside and get some ice, duh." I retorted.
"Well, what if you can't open the door?"
"Anyone can open a door!" Mother let out a deep sigh, putting a strand of my hair behind my ear. I noticed she had our family heirloom in her hair. It was actually a beautiful butterfly hair clip. The clip was adorned with several unique little designs, and along the tips of the wings were little dots. It almost made it look realistic. My great-great-great-great Grandfather made it for my great-great-great-great Grandmother.
"Would you like to wear it, Bright?" I guess she noticed that I was looking at it. She smiled. With one hand, she plucked it out of her hair, and put it into mine. My hair was soon looking a lot better than it had been. I smiled up at her.
~
I was almost upset as I started to pack up all of my things. No, I suppose upset didn't cover it. I was scared. But I had to follow our favorite family motto, "There is no fear without courage." Father, who was the head of the house, was always repeating it. It always went something like this:
"Dont forget, Bright, when you go up on stage That there is no fear without courage."
"We're going to go to the doctors, kitten! Remember, there is no fear without courage."
"I'm going to try your Mother's pie. Im scared about this pie.. But remember, there is no fear without courage, and her cooking usually doesn't fail us."
I've been so used to that motto for years. Or has it only been a couple of years?
Last year on my fifth birthday, Mother told me something important. She told me that her and Father weren't my actual parents, but that Father was my real dad's brother. Mother never told me why I got dumped with them, though.
Which is why I'm leaving today. My birthday is in two days. And I want to see how other families treat their children. Why should I bother, wasting my seventh birthday with people that aren't my parents?
I checked through my bag one more time. All of my clothes? Check. Ten bottles of water? Check. Toothbrush and toothpaste? Check! Mother's hairbrush? Check. Father's money? Check. Photo of the three of us? Yes, I had it. I had everything that I needed to go travel.
Now, it was time for me to say my goodbye. I wasn't going to talk to them. I'd instantly drop the idea if I saw them before I left. I went over to my desk and began to write. It wasn't long, just a simple, "I'm going to run away" thing. When I was done, I closed up the envelope and sealed it with a seal that was the shape of a heart.
With everything now perfect, I slung the bag over my shoulder and threw open my window. It was a chilly night at the moment. For a second, I wondered if I should wait one more day. But I heard Mother calling my name. There was no backing out of it now.
I hoisted myself up out of the window and fell onto the wet grass. My dress got green grass stains smeared onto the white fabric. I wasn't too happy about it, but from now on, I can't be picky about what I wear. I stood up and shook off all doubts about this journey ahead. I set off down out driveway, walking at a brisk pace down the street. I imagined in my mind Mother's reaction as she found the note, sitting on my desk, the ink still fresh on the paper. I imagined her reading it and calling Father to come to my room, to read the note and become horrified. And lastly, I imagined her looking at the window and screaming.
Which is exactly what happened. Seconds later after my brain played out the scenario, I heard her wail coming from my bedroom window. I heard my name being called out into the darkness. A single tear rolled down my cheek as I stopped for a moment to turn and look at the house. I thought about Mother and Father being alone, without me.
Another tear.
But then, I turned back, and headed for the sweet freedom ahead. -
ilovepuppyz NoviceLovely! Please, everyone, feel free o write away!
-
ilovepuppyz NoviceBump
-
I'm writing mine right now.
-
ilovepuppyz NoviceGreat!
-
I'm reserving this, but I won't start writing just yet.
-
ilovepuppyz NoviceGot it!
-
reserving for tomorrow when I can type without Ds
-
ilovepuppyz NoviceKk!
Pages:
- 1
- 2
This thread is locked, therefore no new posts can be made.
