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#1
Hey there writers of UG! This is for you. We've been hosting an ongoing competition for short stories! We're hoping that this thread will continue on. If you've any interest in writing, even if you've never tried, this is where to start! We will tell you how to do better.

The first one went very well, with 25 entrants and three judges, and the winner was dann_blood. The second round went just as well, and Sir Anonymous was crowned victor. In the third, Neopowell the PUSO was first place finisher. In the fourth round, webbtje took first place. In the fifth, Todd Hart pulled an upset for first with his first entry into this competition. The 6th round found vintage x metal victorious. The 7th was thebaron####. The most recent competition crowned Something_Vague first place finisher. All the threads can be found in the searchbar, and you can read the old stories in the threads and see old results there as well.


This thirteenth round will be flash fiction, like previous rounds.


The word limit is 500. There is no cap on entrances, but you're limited to one story per user.

We need judges, however. Go ahead and volunteer to judge.

There is no theme necessary this time.
#2
I'm in. This time I'll actually make a real effort at winning.
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#3
I'm in for it. Been meaning to start doing some short storys so this will help.
#4
In. Is the google doc for the last comp available anywhere or was it too haphazard for that?

Which way I fly is Hell; myself am Hell;
And, in the lowest deep, a lower deep
Still threatening to devour me opens wide,
To which the Hell I suffer seems a Heaven.



Bored? read these, or this
#5
Quote by mesopatamius
In. Is the google doc for the last comp available anywhere or was it too haphazard for that?

There was little point in doing a google doc last time, the judges were stretched too thin as it was. I could show you the point spread, as in what the two judges picked, but that's really it. This competition will be more robust.
#6
Quote by captaincrunk
There was little point in doing a google doc last time, the judges were stretched too thin as it was. I could show you the point spread, as in what the two judges picked, but that's really it. This competition will be more robust.

Fair enough. On second thought, I will volunteer as a judge instead of competing.

Which way I fly is Hell; myself am Hell;
And, in the lowest deep, a lower deep
Still threatening to devour me opens wide,
To which the Hell I suffer seems a Heaven.



Bored? read these, or this
#8
The Face

The Face was silhouetted by light cascading out of the open door as he casually leaned against the door frame, casting a cool glance over his handiwork. A loaded, silenced pistol was lovingly and efficiently wiped down by a crisp blue cloth before settling slickly down into its holster. The door hung open as his polished shoes tapped out a steady, measured, rhythm on the cold sidewalk blocks. By the time sirens filled the air, The Face was knocking on another door precisely twenty-one blocks away, his pristine suit exuding an air of intelligence, of wealth, of confidence and importance equaled by no other. House No. 2's oaken door swept back to allow him inside after a brief exchange of words, and it took only seconds for the shoes to dance their way inside another home. An observer standing on the front lawn would have seen nothing even if they were searching for it. They would have grown bored and chilly by the time The Face strode away, this time making sure the door was tightly closed.
When someone asked The Face what he did, the reply was always the same: "I'm a lawyer, and I'm very good at what I do." He found the implications with lying associated with lawyers a source of amusement.
An hour later, a lawyer's family was just about to sit down to dinner when a brisk fist tapped on the dour four times. The lady of the house rose to answer.


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#9
I volunteer to judge.
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#10
I'd like to judge again if I can.
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#11
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I volunteer to judge.

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I'd like to judge again if I can.

Full judging team in the first ten replies, whatup judge bros

Which way I fly is Hell; myself am Hell;
And, in the lowest deep, a lower deep
Still threatening to devour me opens wide,
To which the Hell I suffer seems a Heaven.



Bored? read these, or this
#12
I like this so far, three judges who I already know to be competent! I like to have an odd number of judges which seems to reduce the number of ties, so if we have two more judges we can have five. Just know that judges cannot submit stories, of course.
#13
Quote by captaincrunk
I like this so far, three judges who I already know to be competent! I like to have an odd number of judges which seems to reduce the number of ties, so if we have two more judges we can have five. Just know that judges cannot submit stories, of course.

Aw shucks, he called me competent
I'd forgotten we could have five. That would be rad, man.

Which way I fly is Hell; myself am Hell;
And, in the lowest deep, a lower deep
Still threatening to devour me opens wide,
To which the Hell I suffer seems a Heaven.



Bored? read these, or this
#14
Quote by mesopatamius
Aw shucks, he called me competent
I'd forgotten we could have five. That would be rad, man.

It also means that we'd have flexibility if a judge decided to enter. They'd be more easily replaceable.
#15
i will be entering again. can i submit my story from the last competition since it didn't get judged?
also anyone who wants feedback on their stories from the last comp just PM me.
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#16
Quote by Harvey Swick
i will be entering again. can i submit my story from the last competition since it didn't get judged?
also anyone who wants feedback on their stories from the last comp just PM me.

Of course you can, but you might want to take some time to go over it and make it shiny. Since the time is available, why not use it?
#17
Time working as a case manager has actually given me some new ideas for material. I'm all in baby.

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#18
Oh god, if i wanted to be back in year 12 english literature i'd go back to year 12 english literature.
#19
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Oh god, if i wanted to be back in year 12 english literature i'd go back to year 12 english literature.

And yet, here you are.

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#20
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And yet, here you are.


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#21
I'm going to enter this. I've only entered once before and I didn't win. I guess that's my goal this time.

This round looks good so far, seeing as we already have three judges.
#22
alright guys, here's my entry. couldn't think of a title.


(untitled)

A bat flitted by. Unknowing and uncaring of her suffering. Pain was all she knew, her instinctive response was all that drove her, clambering and crawling over sharp stones and finally damp earth, she slid her body, headfirst, halfway into the stream at the bottom of the ditch.
Gulping mouthfuls of water she did not yet realize where she was or why. After she felt she could drink no more for fear of vomiting she took a few deep breaths to steady herself against the waves of pain which seemed to be emanating from a hot center in her kneecap. With her eyes closed and head still lowered to the water she focused on the feeling of the cold water running into her stomach and the pain in her leg. Eyes still closed, she makes her way out of the thin stream by touch and turns to put her injured leg into the numbing water.

Now, it came rushing back. Reliving the incident in her imagination, she saw a pale figure hunched on the right side of the road, caught dead in the headlights. Driving nearly 55mph on the gravel road, headed towards home, she swerved away from the thing. Not because she was scared to hit it (it was frail looking and gaunt in the headlights) but because of the fear that had suddenly welled up inside her. One look from the figure's hauntingly black eyes, which were sunken and soulless, had sent her careening to the left of the oncoming bridge and off into the small flooded culvert.
It was here she found herself now. After reliving the traumatizing incident the horror of it came back to her.

Becoming aware of her situation, fear once again gripped her heart. She also became aware of the haunting black eyes meeting hers from across the stream


Edit:caught a couple grammar mistakes.
Edit2: 307 words including title
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Last edited by Harvey Swick at Nov 19, 2011,
#23
A whole 55mph on gravel?

I enjoyed reading that, it gave some nice vivid imagery. Good job
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#25
I would like to join this competition of literary giants. Is there a due date?
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#27
The sunset is a beautiful hue of red and yellow. My vantage point is perfect; an isolated cliff above a breathtaking valley of sand and rock. Unfortunately, as usual, technology has me distracted from the natural beauty of nature. I can’t stop looking at this ****ing phone man.
I suppose it’s time to pop a few pills. I’ve been called an addict before, but honestly, who gives a ****? Those who accuse me have never been more than whores and idiots; the scum of the universe. I’d prefer to be an addict than one of them.
It’s all so beautiful, the light breeze, the violent colors, the sanctity of this place. A few more pills should enhance the feeling. Perhaps a swig of my old friend Jack. Everything is so peaceful, so friendly.
I look at my phone again. I regret it instantly. I look to God instead. The bastard doesn’t answer. I shrug. I’m used to the feeling.
Loneliness is a funny thing; it’s depressing and revitalizing at the same time. I wish there was someone to share this view with me; I wish it desperately. Yet, I cannot shake the feeling that I would be horribly unhappy if I had to deal with another soul right now. I couldn’t deal with the judgement in that person’s eyes as I take another pill; I can feel the disgust that would generate even as I’m alone. I miss her so much.
I look at the phone again; it’s time to take action. I toss it over the cliff, and as it spirals thousands of feet downwards, I feel free. The tiny crack it makes as it smashes on the rocks below is oddly finalizing. If I were an optimistic man, I would even say that it makes me happy.
I am not an optimistic man. I realize this as the wave hits me; the memories rush over my mind like a ****ing tsunami. More pills. More booze. That bitch.
It is at this point that I realize I have learned a lesson from this momentary feeling of happiness. If I want to get rid of the memories, I must destroy them. It’s so simple. The view is so beautiful.
I begin to walk, (or rather stumble.) The bottle is empty. My life is empty. At the end, my gait straightens out. I walk purposefully.
My last memory is the sound of my phone on the rocks below. Gravity takes me.
#28
Quote by chaos13
A whole 55mph on gravel?

I enjoyed reading that, it gave some nice vivid imagery. Good job



thanks.
it was originally 45mph but i thought that was too slow for her to wreck very badly.

Edit: i thought your imagery was pretty good too.
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Last edited by Harvey Swick at Nov 19, 2011,
#30
Quote by chaos13
Bump a dump rump the sump thump.

Moar stories!



chill dude. i mean, how long did the last go until Final Judgement?
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#31
Slammed out an idea for my entry while standing in line at the store, using my phone so I have no idea where I am on word count--probably way over though. Which is fine because, reading back, I did a whole hell of a lot of telling. I'm very obviously out of practice

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#32
Quote by SteveHouse
Slammed out an idea for my entry while standing in line at the store, using my phone so I have no idea where I am on word count--probably way over though. Which is fine because, reading back, I did a whole hell of a lot of telling. I'm very obviously out of practice

Watching you on facebook shows this will be an angry story.
#33
It actually has nothing to do with that I wrote it out before they decided to line us up single-file in numerical order of our tickets. And before I knew that over 200 people were about to check out and then drive around the back at the same time. And other atrocities. #firstworldproblems

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#34
its called the ugly barnacle
once there was an ugly barnacle, he was so ugly that everyone died
the end
#36
Terrible? D: The ugly barnacle is clearly a metaphor for capitalism.

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#37
strangers sometimes tell them stories.
fraught with memories
unknown to others but interpreted by writers. meaning, to everyone, perspective. sometimes strangers share feelings, beyond that which they could share with those
IRL. those who know can see what lies beneath. those who don't can see only lines, and words, and letters. never emotions that create those words, those lines, those letters. woe to them that see not emotion but only black against white. light against dark.
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#38
Wish it was a 1k cap, I just finished a short story
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#39
Still working on this one guys?
i realize it often takes time out of ones busy schedule to not only think of and write an original story but proofread and type it out. i propose and 100 hundred word "speed round" for the next contest.
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#40
Quote by Harvey Swick
Still working on this one guys?
i realize it often takes time out of ones busy schedule to not only think of and write an original story but proofread and type it out. i propose and 100 hundred word "speed round" for the next contest.

We had one that was pretty short. Might have even been 100.

But it shouldn't make a difference. The word length shouldn't really affect the effort at such short lengths.