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Showing posts with label short story contest sixth place. Show all posts
Showing posts with label short story contest sixth place. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Short story contest 6th place


The Egg by Emma Grimm

The rain came down hard. I shielded my head with my arm but it didn't do much. I darted across the small meadow to finally spot my destination. Only a little longer and I would soon be in the forest. The big, old, dark forest. The reason my delusional friend told me to meet her there is unknown. I had finally made it to the forest. I wiped my dark, wet hair out of my face. Every inch of my body soaked with the freezing cold downpour. I waited for a while, afraid to enter this pitch-black forest. I couldn't turn back now. Not when I was so close. I entered, ignoring the thoughts that kept creeping into my mind. The rain lightened once I was in the forest, the trees having given me shelter. I waited, catching my breath under a tree. Then I saw a light, a very faint light. I watched it move back and forth in the darkness. It gave me hope. The only light in the darkness. I desired it. I wanted to be with that light. I ran to it, faster and faster, trying to jump tree roots as they came across my path. The light was getting bigger and bigger. I saw the silhouette of a person standing about 500 feet in front of me, when I tripped. I hit the cold ground painfully. I lay there motionless, with my eyes closed, wishing the pain to go away. I could hear a small yell from some distance away, and tried to understand what was being said. Once the voice got louder, I could hear my name being repeated.
“ Madeleine! Madeleine are you okay?” The anxious voice of my friend called out to me. I muttered a groan. Although I wanted to reassure her of my well being, I didn't want to move from my resting place on the earthy ground. The yelling continued until she was right up next to me.
“Are you okay Madeleine?” She asked, breathing so heavily it was almost impossible to understand her.
“Yeah, but I think I might need some help getting up.”
“Okay, I was so worried.” She put her hands under my arms and lifted me to my feet. “Oh my god you’re soaked! Did you not bring an umbrella?” She had finally caught her breath and was now leaning against a tree.
“No, I didn't. How did you find me anyway in this darkness?”
“ With this.” She held up a blue flash light and pointed it at my face. I had to cover my eyes with my hands. I realized this is what I had seen before, the beautiful light.
“ Why did you bring me here anyway?”
“For this” She reached her hand into her pocket and took out what seemed to be a rock. She put her flashlights beam onto the rock.
“What is it” I asked her curiously.
“Its an egg! I found it on the ground a couple days ago and was going to try and hatch it but my mom found out so I decided to give it to you.” She said as she handed me the warm egg.
“What do I want with a stupid egg?” As I said this, a flash of lighting struck nearby.
“It’s not like other eggs. I think it can hear everything you say. I don't know for sure, but I have a feeling this egg has a purpose.” I played with the egg in my hand. It fit perfectly in my palm. Even though I had just met the egg, I felt myself growing strongly attached to it.
“Thank you.” I said to my friend. She smiled a big smile as I turned to bring the egg home.
    When I got home I made my egg a nice warm bed. I put a lamp right above it so it did not get too cold. I could now fully see the colors of the egg, a dark green with two purple spots on the top. Then I went to take a nice warm shower and realized that I couldn't get my mind off the egg. What could it be? Whatever its was I wanted it to be safe and to be able to hatch. I wish I had something to keep it warmer. Then I had an idea. I got quickly out of the shower and began to blow dry my hair. When I was done I went to my drawer got out my pink-handled scissors and cut my hair until I had a rough kind of pixie hairdo. I picked up the strands of hair and placed them in the nest where the egg sat calmly. I laughed a booming laugh at the site of the hair nest I had made. I got into bed a watched my egg. I watched it until the sun rose again. I had to leave my egg at home while I went to school. My parents were furious about my new hair style, but I ignored them. At school I was dreaming about seeing my egg again, all alone probably freezing to death. I was growing more and more anxious knowing that I needed to keep it warm. My teacher had come to look at my work, but seeing nothing more then some drawings of eggs, told me that I would have to do some work or go to the principal. This maddened me.
“ I’m going to do what ever I want!” I yelled at her standing up from my seat. All of the heads of the 24 children spun around to look at me.
“Young lady, you do not talk to me like that.” She snapped.
“You are nothing but a waste of space!” I screamed in my deepest voice. “I do not have to waste my time with someone as dim-witted as you!”
“Go to the principal!” She screamed so loud every one in the class shuddered. Everyone but me. I stood there not moving not even breathing.
“GO!” She yelled. I got my stuff and left the room. Instead of going to the principal’s office I went home to my egg. I went strait to my room passing my mom without looking at her.
“Honey? Why are you home from school so early?” She seemed concerned. I slammed the door behind me and went to my egg. There were cracks in it. It was hatching. I felt myself get happier and happier as the little reptilian legs started to come out. As I saw the head I finally knew what it was; A dragon! My mother knocked on the door of my bedroom.
“Are you okay in there?’ She asked in her calm, motherly voice.
The dragon was fully out of its shell and was now walking around the nest I had made it. I  started to laugh. My mother was now pounding on the door.The dragon took a deep breath and blew. Instead of air, fire erupted out of the little creature’s mouth. I had to touch it, I had to feel the scaly reptilian back. I put my finger out to stroke it when its teeth sunk into my flesh. I quickly pulled my hand away and watched as ruby red blood dripped down my finger. I screamed which only made my mother pound louder. The dragon looked at me with its black eyes and I knew it was over. It opened its teeth filled mouth and began to devour the flesh that used to be me. I was the dragon’s first meal.



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Monday, April 9, 2012

Short Story Contest 5th place


Brothers of Fire by Rebecca Johnson



A slight haze surrounded the singed field. Heat still emanated from the scorched ground making it difficult for Xander to navigate through the remains of the countless bodies, both enemies and allies, strewn across the charred wasteland. After the raging battle had finally come to an end, his mission was now clear; he had to find Tremin. Alive or dead: he hoped desperately it wasn’t the latter, but either way he had to know.

            Carefully stepping over bloodied claws and broken shields, Xander searched for Tremin’s tell tale colours. Midnight blue, a wisp of green and the magnificent hue of purple that decorated the scales on his back. He had to find him. He was sure that if he had died in the battle, then he would have felt the loss, his end. Yet all he had felt was a pain, a pain that wasn’t his own: Tremin’s.

            Blood trickled down his arm splattering lightly to the burnt ground creating a deep crimson on the earth. Xander payed no attention to his injuries or his slowing pace, or the shadow that had emerged just 15 feet behind him. He carried on determined to discover Tremin.

            Xander and Tremin had fought countless battles together, man and dragon, an undefeatable duo. Their reputation had spread for thousands of miles. They were warriors, friends and brothers. They had always fought side by side and have never allowed the enemy to separate them before, that was until today.
            Feeling a shift in the air around him, Xander dipped his left shoulder to waist level and gripped his sword as he swung around to fight off the attack. It was them. The Damned. The spurge that had tried to overpower his land: the land of Hirtage. Despite the new rush of blood dripping down his arm and down his sword from the movement, Xander’s sword hit the soldier of The Damned true; his sword pierced his enemy’s heart. Withdrawing his sword, Xander simply turned and continued surveying the horizon and his surrounds.
            Reaching the brow of a hill, he focused on the fresh damage to a group of trees in a distant forest. “Tremin” he whispered praying that the wind would carry is call across to the forest. He waited and knelt down touching the ground with both hands. “Please Tremin answer me!” he continued to whisper waiting for a sign from his brother: his dragon. A slight shift caused the fine charcoal on the ground to bounce lightly. To anyone else it would have just meant a light breeze was passing by, but for Xander it meant Tremin was answering his call with a rumble into the land.
            With renewed energy, Xander ran towards the trees ignoring his bloodied arm and limp. He would find him. It would all be okay.
On the edge of the forest Xander stopped abruptly; he had a felt another rumble, but this time it was a warning. Tremin was still in danger. He prayed to the Goddess hoping for lightness and speed; he just had to reach Tremin in time.
            Silently, with an earth warrior’s grace, Xander edged around the group of soldiers surround Tremin. He was trapped. Tremin’s glorious purple scales were soaked with blood and marred by deep gashes. Trying to ignore the building rage at seeing Tremin so badly injured, Xander inhaled deeply and gently blew out his breath in Tremin’s direction. Immediately, he saw Tremin twitch his nose as he caught Xander’s scent; his eyes blinked in acknowledgement, a new shine in their depths.
            Taking position, Xander counted the eight soldiers grouped together laughing at their handiwork, and foolishly thinking that the selection of leather straps would be enough to contain Tremin. They had strapped Tremin’s dangerous mouth and chained it to two large oak trees knowing that if Tremin had access to his fire that all would be lost. Xander waited for Tremin’s signal balancing on the balls of his feet ready for action.
            Tremin grunted and shifted his large tale and tried to rear up off the floor. The chains kept him taut to the ground although it had the desired reaction from the soldiers. They immediately raced to the straps, bent over and began to secure and adjust; exactly what Tremin and Xander had anticipated. Stupidity!
            Racing towards the four guards to the right of Tremin, all with their back to him, Xander deftly raised his sword and sliced at the four soldiers taking them down within seconds. Xander immediately hacked at Tremin’s bindings releasing him before heading to the straps to release his mouth. The four soldiers jumped from the other side of Tremin and surrounded Xander, not realising that Tremin’s left claw was free. Tremin’s razer sharp claws swiped into two of the soldiers, whilst the remaining two ducked for cover and then ran.
            Finally releasing Tremin’s mouth, Tremin let out an almighty roar; a burst of flames immediately followed in the direction of the two soldiers. Piercing screams echoed through the forest, Tremin’s fire hitting his targets. Tremin gave a satisfied growl, before he limped over to Xander and carefully stretched out his beautiful wings and checked for injuries.
            Xander reached his hand to Tremin’s shoulder and sent healing energy through their bond. “Never again Tremin. Never again.” He shook his head caught up with emotion and relief for his brother. “Next time, next battle, we always stay together. Always.”
            Small trails of smoke drifted out of Tremin’s nostrils in agreement. Lifting his leg as a step and invitation for Xander, Xander smiled and pulled himself up onto Tremin’s back. “We fly to the heart of Hirtage Tremin. We may have won this battle, but the war is far from over.”







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Find information about my next writing contest, interviews, book news and more on my website.


In bookstores 6-5-2012