Forum story challenge (FSC)

[donteatpoop]

Oh yes. I'm calling you bastards out. All of you, even the lurkers. Some of youbclaim to be great writers, and sometimes some of you put something out or poke a few jabs. But let's see what you can really do.

Write an opening scene for a "science fiction" story. How sci-fi does it have to be? That's up to you. There will have to be a 1000 word limit because I think the word count capacity on here is 1000 words. So this word limit will be strictly enforced by the system.

Deadline: Saturday at 12:00am EST (aka: midnight) So finish them by friday because you won't have a minute on Saturday to work.

I will then post a forum poll where we can anonymously vote on the best story. Anonmously. I love the new poll system.

Please message me with questions and reserve this thread for the stories themselves. Thank you and I look forward to crushing you all... I mean to your participation.

[Vesnic]

It is a sad day for the Poopster.

This reminds me of the age-old question in college. If the whole class hands in an assignment late, does that mean everyone gets an extension?

Or does it mean we all fail? MISERABLY.

At life.

[End Master]

Usually if the entire class messed up on something they just failed everyone anyway, the only time I can think of where that didn’t happen is when the teaching assistant lost our papers because he went and got drunk at some bar and left them there.

But DEP probably knew we wouldn’t come through anyway, fortunately he’s got a more community spirted bunch at CYS.

[Usoki]

Honestly, I can't say I had enough freetime between Tuesday night and Friday night to write something according to guidelines. Especially since my Thursday and Friday nights were lost to pre-scheduled events, and the rest of that time was spent on homework and tests.

I say this would be fun to do, but we need more warning for the due date.

[Vesnic]

Whine whine whine whine. This is the way I got through college, winning the sympathy of my professors, pleading the sheer impossibility of the tasks at hand.

Though there was that one time when...and he was gonna take it out...and...

Anyway, in EndMastery fashion, this reminds me of a story.

I took astronomy senior year because it dawned on me I had one more math credit to fill. We were taking a test one day and I got hung up really bad on one question (it was only a four-question test) and then suddenly I dissociated and time was up and I was like oh, shit, I am so fucked! So I went up to my astronomy professor and I said,

"Professor, I am really up shit's creek."

I was so worried about my credits and not graduating and would I graduate with honors and why should astronomical units prevent me from graduating with flying colors when I was a language major anyway? So my cool ex-hippie professor said, "Ok, you can finish up in my office."

So I went into her office and continued to furiously work on the test. She came back in dressed in a full green Grinch Who Stole Christmas suit. She sat down like this was totally normal and started grading papers.

Have you ever tried to finish an astronomy test when the Grinch is sitting in the room? I half expected she'd get out the burlap sack she stole from Santa and stick me in it.

Luckily, she soon left to go to the science center Christmas bash.

Oh, and I got an A.

Moral of the story: Whining WORKS. Work it, baby!

[donteatpoop]

The alarm rang at 7:30, startling Frank from his dreams just as it was supposed to. Instinctively, his hand came down on the snooze button to buy him a few more minutes of precious sleep.

When the alarm went off the second time he turned it off and rolled groggily out of bed. He stood beside the mattress and stretched his body. He then stumbled numbly out of the room and to the bathroom.

The shower was hot, steamy, and all in all quite satisfying. After drying off he returned naked to his bedroom to search for clothes. Maybe Alley will make love to me this morning, he thought just before entering his room.

His mind abandoned the notion of clothing and he leaned on the mattress to kiss his wife awake.

Except she wasn’t there. Her pajamas were there, laid out under the blankets in the position she must have slept in last night.

It was so strange. Alley never woke this early.

Frank looked around for a note but found nothing. He hoped everything was okay. Her mother had been sick for some time, maybe something happened? But he couldn’t imagine that she would have just got out of bed and left without saying anything to him.

And the thing with her pajamas being laid out under the blankets made the whole scenario that much more odd.

A glance at the clock told him that he didn’t have time to consider the matter.

He quickly slipped on his dress pants, dress shirt and shoes. He tied his tie on his way out the door.

When he stepped outside he saw two cars in the drive. Alley’s and his own.

Pushing the front door open again he called out to her. “Alley!” But there came no reply.

A slight panic started to fill him then, an overwhelming sense of dread that he couldn’t quite understand. What had happened to her? It was almost as though she had simply vanished.

Picking up the phone he called her mother. But no one answered. He dialed the hospital next. No one at the hospital answered.

Setting the phone down, Frank looked at it blankly for a bit. No one answered at the hospital. How can that be?

He dialed 911 to report a missing person.

No one answered.
Has the whole world gone missing?

With nowhere else to turn, Frank got into his car and drove to work, beginning his morning commute from the suburbs to the city. Maybe he could get a hold of someone from there. Maybe there was just something wrong with his phone.

The streets were a mess. Vehicles sit running at streetlights, empty of drivers. Many other cars ran off the road in various collisions. Again, there were no drivers.

It was if no one was left on Earth save for him.

Eventually he reached an intersection that he could not bypass, more than ten cars piled up in a massive collision.

He got out of his car. As suspected, not one vehicle contained a driver. All of them were still running. The drip-drip of a gas leak caught his attention and he realized he needed to get the hell out of the intersection.

Getting back into his car, he put it in reverse and pressed the accelerator.

He took to the back roads, those less prone to waves of traffic and therefor less cluttered by abandoned vehicles. Steering carefully, he made his way home.

[End Master]

Hey I wasn't that lazy today, I did rate some stories just like the Calendar said.

[donteatpoop]

So what do you assholes need for the next one of these? 2 weeks? I thought five days to pop out 1000 words or less was plenty of time. My story was only 600.

For the next one, do you want to continue from the story I posted or try a new contest with a different theme?

And End, the talent pool over on CYS is so fucking dry it's rediculous. There are only two good writers that I have encountered over there. They are a nice bunch of people, but man do we kill them in quality writing. The only thing I'll give them is that all of their stories are completed.

[End Master]

I’m not sure what would be effective. I mean the contest stories are announced about 6 or 7 months in advance and people still fail to finish even after lots of promises of “I’m REALLY going to complete it this time!”

We just gotta be in the “mood” for something I guess, you know how we’re a bunch of anarchists that reject authority in any form over here.

Too bad you can’t get any “Textors” from Worth1000 over here, since they usually have a good blend of writing and friendliness which would help you out with these forum writing exercises.

[Usoki]

Hey now, DEP- you're past the deadline. You lose just as hard-core as the rest of us.

And, no, I do not want to continue from what you wrote. Those type of writing exercises make me sick. I'd much rather have a different theme. Also- I'm not sure I care howmuch time we have, as long as there's a weekend in between the announcement and the deadline.

[Vesnic]

I rated one of YOUR stories, DEP. I gave it a ten. And now you're calling me an asshole. Nice, very nice. We'll just see what happens to the next creation of yours I come across. Oh yes, oh yes, Vesnic by day, TY CAMDEN by night!
Muahahahahahaha!

REVENGE IS MINE!

[End Master]

I think one of the funnier unofficial comments by Ves was her saying “Yeah End I glanced at one of your stories, it had some guy fucking his sister, I might get to it later, I gotta be in a certain frame of mind to read something like that.”

[Locke]

I had several good topics in mind, but when you're speaking of time some of us have more than others. In years prior I've been something of a slacker, but now I'm ridiculously busy with school during the week. I work on the weekend as well, but that's when I actually have some amount of surplus time. I certainly would've liked to enter, but you announced it midweek and ended it on Friday. Include a weekend and I actually will make an effort.

[apotheosis]

DRUNKEN STORY TIME!


John Bob Joe lived on a little planet called earth. He was very insigificant until one day when he was having sex with his wife in the missionary position with the lights out he had an epiphany. He pressed a small button adjacent to her clitoris which caused her to start speaking in alien tongues. He recorded everything she said end spent the next month decrypting it. Once he decrypted the message he found out it was asking him to travel to a giant gaping cave to the east. He headed there promptly and encountered the horny midgets of Alderongin This horny midgets proceeded to rape John but then as payment gave him the key of wisdom. John used the key of wisdom to open the door of eternal knowledge which revealed to him the secret sacred location of the female g-spot. With his newfangled knowledge he pleased many women but for some reason it did not satisfy him. The kowledge had come with a price, he could no longer experience pleasure so he ended his life one he realized he could never be happy again by hanging himself on a piece of dental floss.


THE END