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    Past Contest Submissions CLOSED for Short Story Contest (143) - Theme "Narcissism"

    Discussion in 'Bi-Weekly Short Story Contest Archives' started by GingerCoffee, Oct 21, 2013.

    Short Story Contest 143
    Submissions & Details Thread
    Theme: "Narcissism"

    Currently the weekly contest will recur fortnightly, and maybe adjusted to weekly in the future. So I'm starting a new contest while the voting is ongoing for the last contest.

    IMPORTANT: PLEASE READ CAREFULLY!

    If you wish to enter the contest please send me your story via 'A Conversation' (aka a PM) for me to enter the story via this thread. Don't post the story here directly or it will not be counted as entered into the contest. This is to ensure anonymity, and to make this contest fairer for all - having each story judged based on their merits.

    This contest is open to all wf.org members, newbies and the established alike. At the deadline I will collate all entries and put them forward for voting in a separate thread. The winning entry will be stickied until the next competition winner. Unfortunately, there is no prize but pride on offer for this contest. As always, the winner may also PM me to request the theme of a subsequent contest if he/she wishes.

    Theme: "Narcissism" (courtesy of @jannert from the theme suggestion thread). Any interpretation is valid. Entries do not have to follow the themes explicitly, but off-topic entries may not be entered into the voting.

    Word limit: 500-3000 words
    Deadline for entries: Sunday the 3rd of November, 2013 5:00 pm (US Pacific time)

    There is a 10% word-limit leniency at both ends of the scale. Please try to stick within the limit. Any piece outside of the suggested limit may not be entered into the voting.

    If we reach 25 entries, the maximum number of stories for any one contest, I will consider splitting the contest into two. Only one entry per contest per contestant is permitted.

    Try to make all your entries complete and have an ending rather than be an extract from a larger one and please try to stick to the topic. Any piece seemingly outside of the topic will be dealt with in a piece by piece basis to decide its legitimacy for the contest.

    A story entered into the contest may not be one that has been posted anywhere on the internet, not just anywhere on this site. A story may not be posted for review until the contest ends, but authors may seek critiques after voting closes for the contest. Members may also not repost a story anywhere, or bring attention to the contest in any way, until the voting has closed.

    I believe with the new board software, italics and bolding are preserved when I copy/paste, but justification is not. If I have to do too much by hand to restore the entry to its entered formatting, I reserve the right to ask the author to adjust the formatting.

    Please remember to give your piece a title and give its word count in brackets at the top of your story.

    If there are any questions, please send me a PM rather than clogging up this thread with additional posts. After the entries close, posting in the thread is open for comments.



    Thanks, and good luck!
     
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    There are no entries yet. Think about it. If you enter the contest and no one else does, you win!!! ;)
     
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    I think the lack of entries is due to the theme requirement. Narcissism? From what angle? An observance of someone else's narcissism or a reflection on one's own?
    No matter how I mull it there's no place to go. Impasse! The muse is hiding. And hiding from others, I see.
     
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    Last night I had a d'oh moment, why didn't I use Halloween as the theme? I'm bummed. But the world turns on, if I get no entries so be it.

    On the other hand, there is very broad leeway in how people interpret the theme, so I don't think it's just the theme that is the problem. It may just be one of those months we are all busy with other things.
     
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    Within the Hour (625 words)


    The slipper fit me. I can’t believe it.

    I mean it was my slipper, but still, part of me thought it was a dream. One moment I was working for my Stepmother and my ugly sisters, and the next I'm at the royal palace, looking at myself in the mirror and preparing for a wedding. My wedding with the Prince, soon to be King.

    And I shall be Queen!

    My Stepmother and sisters shall be invited of course, but they are to wear rags, sit on the floor at the front, and be jeered at by my other guests. It is what they deserve, and I shall give them no less.

    Doesn't my hair look pretty?

    I'm not sure what will become of them. That is up to my Prince – pardon, King – to decide. Perhaps he shall throw each one into their own cell, where I can visit them whenever I need to be reminded of where they are and where I am. Then again, perhaps it shall be death. After all, they insulted me, the Queen. To insult such royal greatness is mockery in the sight of the King and of God, and it cannot be tolerated.

    Aren't my eyelashes long?

    I shall be married within the hour. There shall be a feast, and we can feed the scraps to my Stepmother and sisters. Wouldn't that be funny? I would laugh until the King would command me to stop, and of course I would listen. I am a Queen now, and Queens must be pretty. Beautiful, in fact. I’m not sure I’ll need much done before I get into my dress, as my complexion is already perfect. That’s why the King chose me. That’s why we fell in love. It was my foot that fitted the glass slipper, and it is I that shall be Queen.

    Queen!

    Isn't it silly that I sat down in front of the mirror at all? Why, I look marvellous for my King. I wake up with my hair like this, you know. As soon as I was to be wed with the King, people passed me on the street and said just how nice I looked. I remember one woman told me she would kill for a figure like mine, and I smiled at her. Then she told me I had a nice smile. Oh look, I'm smiling now! Such lovely teeth. My ugly sisters must have been jealous ever since I lived with them. My Stepmother, too. That’s why they treated me like dirt, when they should have been prostrate at my feet.

    The feet which held the glass slippers.

    Fairy godmother hasn’t been to visit since the night of the fancy ball. I suppose she realises just how perfect my life is going, now that I’ve been seen for my true potential.

    Anyway, I must get into my dress. Such a nipped-in waist. So beautiful for a Queen. And oh my, look at my legs! So long and supple. My King has seen them before, and how his eyes widened! Just like a little boy, wishing to have that sword to play with.

    I’m so young, too. Only a girl of nineteen. The King is a whole ten years older than I am, but that just means that there are no girls his age which he feels obliged to marry. He wanted to marry me. He is marrying me.

    There, the dress fits wonderfully. Now, what to wear for my feet? Why, it simply must be my glass slippers! That will make the King smile. And I shall wear that ball of ruby round my neck, the necklace he gave me when he saw me again, after the fancy ball.

    Ah! They’re knocking on my chamber door. It is time to marry my King. But first…yes, one last look in that mirror!
     
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    That's terrific! I stand corrected and doff my cap to your ingenuity. Proof that any subject matter can inspire the muse. Bravo!
    We have a winner!
     
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    Ordinary [564 words]

    You wouldn't normally notice David, he was an ordinary teenager dong the things teenager's normally do. David was on this way to his friend’s house. He walked down an typical street in an unremarkable town on an day much like any other.

    David liked to dress well. Whenever he went out, he always made sure his clothes were clean and in good order. He took time to choose what to wear and liked everything to look spotless and new.

    "Hello David." It was Julie. She was with her boyfriend Gavin. David knew her from school. He'd fancied her for ages and even plucked up the courage to asked her out but she'd refused. Gavin was a few years older than him, a car mechanic with his own car and looking to move out of his parents’ council house soon. David presumed that Gavin and Julie would be setting up home together.

    "Hi" replied David meekly.

    "You queer? You look like a girl!" demanded Gavin.

    Julie looked at Gavin scornfully. "Hey," she protested, "don't talk to him like that, he's my friend."

    David didn’t reply but just walked on. "Y' puffder" he heard as he put some distance between himself and Gavin.

    Julie and Gavin made their way to the pub. They'd often spend their evening there since there was little else to do and it was nice to have a drink and a chat. The men would usually talk to each other about cars, football and other male pursuits while the women would exchange the latest gossip and talk about events in the soaps. They were worlds apart.

    “That you first pint?” Gavin asked a group of young men who were sitting at a table. Gavin always kept count of how much everyone drank. He made a point of drinking at least as much as anyone else and if he could manage it, one more. With drinks in hand they made their way to an empty table.

    "Why are you so horrible to David? He hasn't done anything to you" said Julie sternly. "You were really nasty to my friend Ahmed as well.”

    "But they're just pathetic" replied Gavin dismissively, "Couldn't fight their way out of a wet paper bag. I don't know why you bother with them. I'm miles better than they'll ever be."

    Julie stared at Gavin. She liked him for who he was and for what he was but she couldn't help but desperately yearn for him to be completely different.

    Julie wondered about Gavin, 'He thinks he's so great. So much better than anyone else' She thought, sarcastically. Julie wondered what kind of future she'd have with him. Would her social life be filled with him bragging to everyone about how much better he was? And evenings down the pub, watching him spend all their money on larger and pouring it down his neck and for what? So he could say he could drink more than someone else? As if that mattered.

    'Perhaps I'd be better off with David' she thought. 'David's nice and he'd be nice to me. But Gavin's such a rouge and I do love a 'bad-boy'. I suppose I could have either. I suppose I could have any man I like. All I have to do is crick my little finger and they'd come running.

    What's a girl to do? What do I want most?'
     

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