November Monthly Competition [Short Story]

AngeloLagusa · Nov 26, 2016

Once upon a time, there was a turkey name Fredrick. His life was great. His wife and his kids were wonderful and everyone loved him. He was one of the greatest turkeys the world has ever seen. One day, farmer Andrew decided to rip out all of Fredrick's feathers. His new haircut was great! He then decided to chop off his limbs and make sure he was just a nice little torso. Man, this new look was killer! Andrew then threw him in a freezer and put him on a truck. He was in the truck with his wife, his kids, and all of his turkey friends. They then arrived at a grocery store, where he and one of his friends, Tom, were sold to a happy family. They were then cooked a few days later and then they were eaten. "Man, this turkey tastes great," said the old man.

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foxy277 · Nov 28, 2016

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I went to grandmas on my feet and rolld out

jezz · Nov 28, 2016

Random said: ↑

November

Hello and welcome to the November competition held by the official Mineverse Competition Team. The team is made up of the following people:

@Alex
@BlackZone
@Deivid0ze
@Dyna_Mighty
@elrak
@kinsey_kid
@NoMoreSanity
@Random
@StrKillr
The Competition

Due to November being the month of Thanksgiving, we have decided to host a writing competition based around Thanksgiving. You will need to write a short story with a theme of Thanksgiving.

Rules

A maximum length of 800 words
One entry per person
No inappropriate stories
Must follow the theme of Thanksgiving
Do not plagiarize (copy someone else's work or words)
You may not collaborate with others. Individual entries only.

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The Prize

The prize will be either:

$10 buycraft
Premium on TeamSpeak

The winner of the competition will be determined by the competition team. When deciding, we will not take into account the amount of positive ratings your submission has, what other people think about it or how 'popular' you may be on the server.

Thread Notes

All comments must be submissions, any other comments will be deleted. If you would like to tell someone what you think of their story, please either PM them or post on their profile (but don't be rude!). If you have any questions about the competition, please comment down below but once answered, they will also be removed.

Thank you and good luck to all who choose to enter, we look forward to seeing your work!

-The Competition Team

EDIT: The max length has now changed to 800.

End date: November 30th, 6pm Central Time Zone

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By "Central time Zone" do you mean GMT? Greenwich meridian time? (00:00)

Scorv · Nov 29, 2016

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Random · Nov 30, 2016

Asthori said: ↑

By "Central time Zone" do you mean GMT? Greenwich meridian time? (00:00)
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No I am in central time zone, so I close it at 6pm my time. Although I'm a bit late lol

Random · Nov 30, 2016

The competition is now closed.

Random · Dec 3, 2016

Asthori said: ↑

IGN: Asthori

(NOTE: I have included a rememberance poem because where I live it is near rememberance sunday. And I also know you dont get presents for Thanksgiving, I just don't know what to call it)
Story:

A Different Kind of Present
She misses him; he’s always away. They’re always moving from house to house; it’s just a part of his job. She loves him, he loves her, but they never really get the chance to be daughter and father anymore. The girl, the young girl, used to be happy, used to be bright, but since he left to fight 3 years ago she has been a forlorn, hollow shell of her past self.

‘In the fields of poppies red,
Lay tales of woe, casualty and death,
The soldier that rests his tired head,
The fighting will forever yield,
In the meadow of Flanders’ Field.

Families who’re forever cracked,
Heartbreak suffocates night and day,
Evacuees have long since packed,
The mouths of the soldiers sealed,
Shall forever rest in Flanders’ Field.’

“Oh dear, that is a good poem. Well done.” The girl’s mother praised, bringing the girl onto her lap,”I’m so proud of you.”
The girl nodded, mute as she had been for 3 years. Her heart ached with every step,
her head yearned with every thought for her dad, her father, her only wish.
“Though Remembrance was awhile ago, I’m sure you can keep your poem until next year sweetie. It’s June!”
The girl’s head nodded again, as she broke from her mum’s lap and swiftly walked to her room. There she slipped into the dim dreamworld of her imagination,which is where she usually hid. Why did her father never come back? If he truly loved them so much, why wouldn’t he even send letters? Questions twanged at her heart like plucking a violin string. In her dreams, she usually soared in the skies with her father, dodging stars and chasing meteors. In reality, she was really just sitting on the edge of her bad, eyes clenched shut, but in her dreamworld anything was possible. Even her father’s appearance.

Each Thanksgiving brought hope, and the hope each year was high. It brought the little girl higher and higher, too. Stood on tiptoes, she would stand, suspended in this hope that her father would return, at the door of their house. The months rolled around, like a ball rolling down a hill.

My eyes are being pulled open, a thick film of sleep resting across my eyelids. I turn my head hesitantly to the left, to stare at the calendar. I can’t get my hopes up again. If he didn’t come back the last 3 times he probably won’t this time; it’s science. Each time I hope so much, each Thanksgiving I raise my hopes up so high that when I crash down, I lose myself in misery. Think of it like a puzzle. Each time, it breaks and you lose a few of the pieces, until you have lost all of them. Eventually, I will become these lost pieces, and I will slip into this oblivion.
“Happy Thanksgiving!” My mother shouts from the kitchen. She’s already started cooking. Treading downstairs, I stared hopefully at the door.
“I’m sorry sweetheart…” she mumbles, coming to hug me. I stand, my face in her sweet-smelling cardigan. This. This is exactly how we stood when he left.

I’m sleepwalking through the day in a pattern. In a trance, I pace up and down past our front door.
“Please… Sweetie you can’t walk up and down all day.”
But my mother’s voice doesn’t even penetrate this wall I’ve built around myself. A protective, yet destructive wall that can be changed like the direction of the wind.
“Please, my darling girl… It’s Thanksgiving.”
Eventually, I’m pulled out of my dream. Like a kite, soaring through the air, I am yanked down, down toward the ground. I nod and follow my mother into the dining room to eat lunch. Mashed potatoes, chicken, turkey, corn. I sit in front of platters of delicious festive food and am oblivious to it. Hours on the clock tick tick tick by, as I sit stone cold in my chair. I do not know how long I was sitting there, nor did I notice when my mum stood up to answer a sharp series of knocks on the door. Only when I heard a piercing scream am I shaken out of my reverie. Alarmed, I sprint and stand in the doorway of the front landing. There, in front of my eyes is a man in camouflage uniform, a beret shadowing his scarred, face. His face his hazy, clouded from my eyes, my brain strains to recognise him. But another part of my mind throbs and burns - it’s him. His face is hazy, blurry to me - but sharp and vivid too. I don’t know how to react. His face erupts in a smile, almost identical to mine. My eyes shake and shiver, water pushing through, and tears drip to the floor.
“D-daddy..” I stutter.
I fly into his arms, despite all warning from my mother to be careful.
“Happy Thanksgiving, Martha.” he chuckles, swinging me round.
“Y-you survived Flanders’ Field.” I whisper.
“Only just, Marth.”
I sob into his shoulder.
“Happy Thanksgiving.”
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Congratulations! You have won the November Competition!

sircorgi · Dec 4, 2016

Random said: ↑

Congratulations! You have won the November Competition!
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yay for @Asthori!! Enjoy your rank, I loved reading your story.

ty to Random for also letting me vote for the winner <3

Maxine · Dec 4, 2016

Congrats <33 @Asthori you deserved it!

jezz · Dec 4, 2016

OH MY GOD
OH MY GOD
OH MY GOD
OH MY GOD!!!!

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