STACH Short Story Contest #8: 199 words-10SBD prize pool!
Hello everyone, @kingst here with the announcement for the STACH Short Story Contest #8.
A Short Story.
A short story is a story with a fully developed theme but significantly shorter and less elaborate than a novel. It makes use of plot, resonance, and other dynamic components to a far greater degree than is typical of an anecdote. You can read it in less than 90 seconds.
Contest Rules:
- Write a Short Story based on the topic that will be given every week.
- Write an Original Short Story (Plagiarism will be flagged and reported).
- The Story must contain no more than 199 words.
- One entry per user.
Winners Selection.
Winners will be selected based on the topic, story plot, number of words and delivery. One word above 199, disqualifies the entry.
Contest Topic.
HORROR.
PRIZE.
THREE winners will be selected for a share of the 10SBD prize. The story with the most interaction gets a 1SBD prize from @ejemai.
First Prize: ----------------------5SBd
Second Prize: ------------------3SBD
Third Prize: ---------------------2SBD.
Good luck guys!
Sharpen your writing skills and throw in some inspiring short stories. XO!
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I could not move, my legs were stuck to the earth, an ocean of tears streamed down from my head to the toe, my heart pounding and beating fast as if I have run a million mile. My whole body was shivering as if currents were passing through my body. Though series of thought was on my mind, my mouth could not utter an alphabet, it was just wide open like a snare waiting to entrap someone; seeing this creature in the dark with red glooming eyes, face like that of an eagle, hands so big like that of an elephant, teeths like that of a shark, legs so tiny like that of a ant, in short this creature cannot be described. So terrified was i at the thunderous voice I heard from this creature as it echoed DEATH!!!.
Peter arrived at the apartment of his dreams, after months of saving he found a rent that could pay and the best thing was that it was near the university.
For the first few weeks Peter noticed strange things, in the evenings he heard the faucet from the open sink and doors closing. One night I hear a sewing machine in the living room from his room.
Each day intensified the noise and began to see shadows, this frightened him so much that he began to sleep with the lights on.
Peter's nerves were broken, but he could not move, he had no money for another rent, and at the student residence he had been assigned his room to another student.
When Peter returned from studying, about midnight, I heard a deafening scream that lifted him from the frightened bed, ran to the living room and saw a figure of bloody ghostly woman sitting in front of a sewing machine, the woman looked at him and his eyes chills pierced his body.
Peter managed to run to the door and fled the apartment never to return.
The Central Hospital
In a nightclub, Tom celebrates his birthday with his friends. When they decide to leave the place, they drive drunk at full speed and collide against a wall that had a metal structure, which then falls and cuts off Tom's arm.
His friends realize that they are in front of the Central Hospital and run towards the emergency. Erick unconsciously picks up the arm of the pavement and also takes it with them.
Robert, the new intern, receives him and does everything possible to stop the bleeding but does not succeed, he asks the nurse to go to the chief doctor to help him. An old doctor with an amputated arm arrives, he helps Robert by guiding him, managing to stabilize Tom. When Robert goes to thank the old man, he is gone.
The nurse enters and informs him that the chief doctor is currently performing a surgery, but Robert tells her about the old man's visit. The nurse is astonished and tells him that that is impossible, but that there are rumors, that a ghost stalks the halls. Robert laughs at how ridiculous that sounds, but when he looks at the table, the arm is gone.
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Great idea, fun challenge, well thought out and clearly defined writing parameters.
Here's my entry. I hope you like it. Thanks :) https://steemit.com/contest/@hiarevalo/stach-short-story-contest-8-themed-horror-the-toilet
Hi, here is my entry. Thanks. :)
Trina was devastated waking up with the news that her grandfather died. She haven't bid her farewell yet, why so sudden! She told herself while crying her heart out.
She have been hearing unknown noises for years but the death of her grandfather made her hear more of it. Trina currently at the age of 10, did not give much attention on those noises, not until a scary moment happened.
One night, she was sleeping alone in a bed placed behind their huge cabinet. Only her grandmother was in the house with her but have fallen asleep in their sofa. She suddenly hear the keys as she will usually hear it when somebody is opening the cabinet. So, she get out of the bed and thought that her grandmother opened the cabinet.
But she was shocked to see that her grandmother was still sleeping in the sofa. Trina was so scared and cannot even scream. What she did was cover herself with a big blanket while lying in their bed hoping that it will be morning already. The lights started to blink, makes her numb. She prayed hard that her grandmother will wake up and end her fear.
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Good initiative. Watching for the titles going forward.
great idea!! Can't wait to see the entries
When is the deadline for submission?
It can't be open indefinitely, can it?
Thank you for the contest! Here is my entry: https://steemit.com/contest/@braveheart29/stach-short-story-contest-8-the-intruder
Hi @braveheart29, please paste your entry here in the comment section.
I crouched in the back corner of the closet, my body shaking with fear, trying to slow down my breathing to make it less audible.
"I know you are in here somewhere. Come out so I can see you. It's time to play!" boomed the stranger in a deep, threatening voice.
I could hear the sound of blades scraping together, as he moved throughout my first-floor apartment. I held my hands tightly over my mouth, trying to be quiet, hoping the intruder would just take what he wanted and leave.
"Sara, SARA, Sara!", said the man in a mocking tone,
I hear the sounds of blades, this time much closer. "How the hell, does he know my name?" I wonder.
"Times up Sara!" as the masked figure threw open the closet door. Gloved hands reached for my throat, and I feel a sharp pinch at the back of my neck, then nothing.
The next moment, I find myself on a table in a brightly lit room.
"Doctor, I think she might be waking up," a woman says.
"Doesn't matter," said the doctor "I've already got the liver and the kidneys. Now time for the heart."