|
Planetfurry BBS Forums for Planetfurry Site Members and more
|
View previous topic :: View next topic |
Author |
Message |
ScottyDM Registered User
Joined: 12 Feb 2005 Posts: 1142 Location: Colorado Springs, Colorado, USA
|
Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 3:04 am Post subject: Short Story Contest for Spring 2009 |
|
|
...and no, I didn't skip a season. I call this one spring because of the new schedule.
This quarter's short story contest starts as of January 8th (which is probably yesterday by the time you see this).
The entry period is January 8th through March 7th and judging will be March 8th through April 7th.
The theme is A New Beginning.
Quote: | A birth, a wedding, the arrival at a new home--all represent a new beginning. Also consider a re-beginning; a second chance. But don't feel you must limit yourself to anthropomorphizing only animals. The plant world also has new beginnings and so does the mineral world. |
Here are the rules for this quarter.
Have fun writing!
Scotty _________________
Kantaro wrote: | Almost real enough to be considered non-fiction, if it weren't made up. |
|
|
Back to top |
|
|
ScottyDM Registered User
Joined: 12 Feb 2005 Posts: 1142 Location: Colorado Springs, Colorado, USA
|
Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2009 5:14 am Post subject: |
|
|
Time to Judge the Stories
The judging period opened a few days ago and will run until the end of the day, April 7th. Day's end is measured by GMT.
Have fun reading and let the authors know what you thought of their stories.
Quote: | Cityscape Epilogue: Hero Retirement
It has been a long time since I or any woman has been able to bask out under the sun in nothing but a bikini without fearing for her life and safety. The fact that my lover and I were both out by my pool laying in a couple of beach chairs in bikinis was a tribute to a job well done. We had worked hard for this moment; all of us heroes had sacrificed a lot so that the inhabitants of this city could finally live in peace. Today would mark the success of that mission. |
Quote: | The Swoopiness of Ferrets, Genetics, and Time
If something blows your mind enough, there is not a sense of being scared, for there is a limit to being scared. When the level of fear plateaus, only a level of wonder remains, dumb, unadulterated, wonder.
Of course, many get killed in this state so it’s not advised that you enter this state often. Running and fleeing don’t help much either, but just standing there while there’s some beast frothing overhead is NOT to be recommend if you want to breathe just a few more breaths. |
Quote: | They Called It “New Beginning”
Twenty years.
But on such a ship, that meant very little. A year was just the ticking of a clock on the wall, the changing of a digital expression on a plastic watch, the sun rising and falling, the moon going through its phases, and the stars making their casual way through the sky. Twenty years was twenty revolutions of the planet Earth, which was very far away at this point. |
Quote: | Glass Floor: Naiive Flaws
He stood still on the pavement, turning his head to gaze at the police escorts as they stormed toward the northern side of town, the echo of their sirens bouncing around the tall buildings, night hulks glistening with vast panes of black glass.
“Are… are they gone?”, came a rather drunk whisper, emanating from behind the corner of the bookstore.
“Yes”, sighed Stephen, shaking his head wearily. |
Quote: | Starting School
Amanda Graives breathed slowly as she did her morning exercises with her mother. It had been a ritual for the two wolves since Amanda was four. At seven, Amanda already knew quite a lot of martial arts and enjoyed this time with her mother. This day was a little different though, as her grandfather was also stretching with them. He had volunteered to teach both of the ladies some wrestling moves. But, that would have to wait, as one of Laura’s human maids came down the stairs and stood at the entrance to the dojo. |
Quote: | How Things Used to Be
Old Bosco was a beaver. He ran the sawmill, was missing three fingers off his left hand, and was miserable at cards. Right angry old coot, too. Couldn’t take kids near him, so Momma Duck and her collection steered clear of Muldoon’s Saloon Saturdays. Sundays, Bosco tended not to have any money left to get medicated on, and Momma Duck might treat the kids – if they’d been good – with a lemon ice on the way back from church. |
Quote: | Animal I Have Become
It’s happening again. The feeling of rage, anger, power…I can feel it washing over me, obliterating everything else. Even pain. If only that guy hadn’t been there… I might not be in this mess.
About an hour ago, I was a normal human being. Well, maybe normal isn’t the best word, but I was still human nonetheless. I’m an orphan; for the last seventeen years, I was moved from foster home to foster home, making many enemies and few friends. |
Scotty _________________
Kantaro wrote: | Almost real enough to be considered non-fiction, if it weren't made up. |
|
|
Back to top |
|
|
ScottyDM Registered User
Joined: 12 Feb 2005 Posts: 1142 Location: Colorado Springs, Colorado, USA
|
|
Back to top |
|
|
|
|
You cannot post new topics in this forum You cannot reply to topics in this forum You cannot edit your posts in this forum You cannot delete your posts in this forum You cannot vote in polls in this forum You cannot attach files in this forum You cannot download files in this forum
|
Powered by phpBB © 2001, 2005 phpBB Group
|