STACH Short Story Contest #26: 199 words, 5 winners, 15SB prize pool!
Hello Everyone, @kingst here with the announcement for the STACH Short Story Contest #26.
What is a Short Story.
A short story is a story with a fully developed theme but significantly shorter and less elaborate than a novel. It makes use of plot, resonance, and other dynamic components to a far greater degree than is typical of an anecdote. You can read it in less than 90 seconds.
Contest Rules:
•Write a Short Story based on the topic that will be given every week.
•Write an Original Short Story (Plagiarism will be flagged and reported).
•The Story must contain no more than 199 words.
•One entry per user.
•Story should be pasted in the comment section below, no links.
•Contestants are permitted to post their stories in an article on their blog, so they also get upvotes from the @stach trail.
Winners Selection.
Winners will be selected based on the topic, story plot, number of words and delivery as determined by the selected Judge. One word above 199, disqualifies the entry.
Contest Topic.
Write a 199 words story based on One grain does not fill a sack, but it helps.
Prize.
FIVE winners will be selected for a share of the 15SBD. The story with the most interaction gets a 1SBD prize from @ejemai.
First Prize: ----------------------4SBD
Second Prize: ------------------3.5SBD
Third Prize: ---------------------3SBD
Fourth Prize: -------------------2.5SBD
Fifth Prize: ----------------------2SBD
Good luck guys!
Sharpen your writing skills and throw in some inspiring short stories. XO!
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A young man during his childhood was bothered for many years by his classmate, as the years went by while working in his office, a client with a very familiar aspect came to him. When he asked his name he realized that it was that same child who He made him live the worst days during his childhood. He kindly asks, do you remember me? the confused man says "No, from where we know each other" and he responds quickly "I'm José, the child you used to bother at school every day"
When he hears these words, the embarrassed man tells him that if he remembers him, that he forgives him and that he thinks it's better to leave, but at that moment José gets up and says "No, I'm grateful to you and I will not charge you a dime for the work, you taught me the greatest lesson of my life, you taught me to forgive "
A GRAIN DOES NOT FILL A SACK BUT AS A HELP.
Daniela, a humble and enterprising young woman, works in a very important company in her city, every day she prepares to do her job better than the day before; One day like any other, a person came to this place who offered him a business that could change his life, economically, he could buy that house that he loved so much for him and his family, he could pay the studies to his younger brothers and above all study that career that she so longed for. There would be so many things that could improve in his life, but there was a problem that worried her, was that the business they proposed was against their principles and values, was diverting funds from the company, after her dreaming a bit about everything what he could achieve if he accepted, he flattered reality and decided to make a difference that day, and gave up. We must make a difference wherever we go, acting with our values and principles, because in every gesture, or expression of values we are marking the lives around us, although we do not notice it at first glance, but one can only make a difference .
Rafael's Dream
Since he was a child Rafael and his family had always lived in rented houses so they always had to move when the owner of the house evicted them. Rafael's dream was to build a house for his large family, five brothers and their parents.
Rafael began working at a young age in a company dedicated to the construction of houses as a bricklayer, thanks to his effort and his work he was soon promoted to foreman and earned a better salary which he used to help with the household expenses and he still had some money left.
Little by little, grain by grain, he started to buy materials such as blocks and cement to build the house of his dreams all by himself with the help of some friends. He devoted the weekends and any time he had to this construction. It took him more than a year to finish the job and for his mother's birthday he handed her the keys to his small but cozy house that would now be his home.
Daniel an orphan child who lost his parents to a ghastly motor accident at ten, leaving him to fend for his sister Rose at an early age. He got a job as a cleaner in an eatery where he was paid ten thousand monthly which wasn't enough to sustain him and his sister. He struggled so hard so that he could send his sister back to school again, engaging in other menial jobs outside his job to make it a reality.
One day, Rose fell very ill. She had developed peptic ulcer as a result of starvation due to lack of food. Her condition became critical that Daniel rushed her to the hospital but the doctor demanded he makes a deposit which he didn't have. So he ran off, leaving his sister in the hospital to source for the funds. On his way out, he met a man crying and begging "please help me sir, my only reason for existence is dying, anything you give will go a long way." They man gave him the only money he had. Onlookers who observed this from a distance started contributing and he got more than enough to save his sister's life.
Word count:199
Nice story dear. Interesting!
Nice story
Nice Work
My Legacy
Walking along the shore of the beach Sofia collects the waste left by tourists on the beautiful beaches of her city, when she was little she did it every Sunday with her father and it was a way to follow his legacy, together they saved many birds whose heads were left trapped in plastic bottles when they were looking for food. Her father taught her that nature had to take care of her and she was a volunteer in an organization whose mission was the protection of the environment.
Sofia married and had two small children, she had a full-time job that kept her very busy but she was committed to the organization and Sunday was her day to help with this noble task. She thought that she was contributing with a grain in that huge sack that represented the world
Michel when he started was very humble, although now his store was successful, he never forgot his origins. His grandmother taught him hard and honest work. When she passed away she left him the only thing of value that she had, a cameo that passed from generation to generation to the women of the family, but her grandmother having no daughters, and her only son had only one male Michel received the cameo.
His grandmother to give it to him said: "It's not worth much, but you can sell it and the money you get for the cameo, you've made your dreams come true."
Michel sold the cameo, and with the money he was given he started his business, little by little he multiplied his investment. The years have passed and now Michel helps other merchants by giving them small loans to start their businesses
There was a blind man who was sitting on the sidewalk, with a cap at his feet and a piece of wood that, written in white chalk, said:
"PLEASE HELP ME, I AM BLIND".
A creative advertising man who passed him stopped and looked at a few coins that were in the cap and without asking permission he took the sign, turned it over, took a chalk and wrote another advertisement and put the piece of wood back on blind man's feet and he left.
In the afternoon the creative went back to the blind man who asked for alms, but this time his cap was full of bills and coins
The blind man recognized his steps and asked him if he had been the one who rewrote his poster and, above all, what he had written.
The publicist replied:
"Nothing that is not as true as your ad, but with other words."
He smiled and went on his way.
the blind man never knew it, but his new sign read:
"TODAY IS SPRING, AND I CAN NOT SEE IT"
Muy bonita historia, sigue escribiendo así.
Great post.
Thank you for reading.
A beautiful story
Thanks :)
Beautiful words, they leave a beautiful teaching.
Thanks :)
Muy buen post, saludos.
Gracias.
Me encantó la historia.
Un placer para mi que te hayas tomado el tiempo de leerla y disfrutarla. Saludos.
A beautiful post
Thanks.
Great post.
Thanks.
Amazing post.
Thanks.
Muy buen post.
Excellent Post
Thanks :)
Muy interesante todas esas palabras, me llegaron al corazón.
Gracias, saludos.
Great post.
Thanks.
Al leer tu historia me diste la inspiración para hacer la mía, aunque la hice con un ciego igual.
Gracias.
Amazing words.
Thanks
Interesante historia.
Gracias.
Hey, a beautiful story :) :) :)
Thanks.
Amazing work.
Gracias
Muy buen post.
Gracias
Muy buen post, saludos.
Gracias
Greetings brother, I am sorry to have to comment on your story, but I just realized that you are committing plagiarism and spam. Something totally harmful for our beautiful steemit community that is looking for honest and quality people. You have created about 15 accounts to vote your posts, and also comment your own story, obviously your intention is bad, you want to win somehow the SBD that rapartira @ejemai are being completely selfish, I hope you do not take this comment badly, and you see it as an advice for you to exert yourself and create content and also original stories. You are damaging the @stach contest so please stop. God bless you.
The story that you copied and pasted here can easily be seen in the following link:
And to verify that the accounts are simply to vote and comment, creating plagiarism and spam; we go to the blog of all those who have commented on this story.
If I'm wrong, let me know.
The links you gave are in spanish, hence i could not read them. i used plagiarism checker on this story, and it came out clean. i'd appreciate if you have more proof so we can look into this.
EDIT: after going through the various stories, i have to agree that the user @trebolcoins21 indeed owns all of the accounts. Hence, all the stories posted by those account are hereby disqualified.
http://www.vitasalud.com/historia-ciego-publicista/
In this link the story is published in Spanish, but when making the translation into English we realize that it is similar and has the same message. Only that he changed some words. I am Spanish speaking so I realized when I read that story, a while ago I had already read it.
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David was a spoilt child, not listening to advices and definitely not caring about the wellbeing of others. He had this neighbor, an old widow who had lost almost everything in life. She and David had their first encounter when she requested his help in carrying something she had ordered from the Internet. David told her plainly without mincing words that he had no energy to waste on her, as she had nothing to offer him. Seeing him as a youngster she tried advising him not to look at life that way, but he didn't listen.
Don't know why she kept asking for his help, despite the fact that he kept refusing. On a certain day she asked, he actually decided to help. Reasons for his action was unknown. Maybe there was an ulterior motive.
A night that week, David was beat up badly by an unknown gang. This old widow happened to pass by and saw David lying helplessly. She just kept on walking. David begged her to help him out, reminding her that he helped her in their last encounter. She simply said to him "one grain cannot fill a sack" and left him to die.
Wordcount: 198
JULIE CRIED
I met Julie in our year one in the university and we became friends when I discovered her simplicity and decency although in different departments in the faculty of Engineering.
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We both came from a poor background but mine was favourable to an extent compared to hers but I
wondered why she was not a flirt even with the lack she was going through and with her beauty.
It was three days to our second semester exam that I saw Julie in a moody look as we studied for our exams. I questioned why she was moody, she delayed to say anything until I forced words out of her mouth and she said to me:
I brought out the 600 naira on me and gave her, for the first time she hugged me as tears rolled down her beautiful face.
199 Words
Dictatorship
Persia, the richest country for its minerals, oil and nature, but one of the poorest for its quality of life, both materially and spiritually. His authorities repressed with firearms, whenever another ideology dared to oppose his government. The political leaders made plans to mislead all the people, also treated them like animals, made them go hungry and then give them something to eat, the same thing happened with sick people who needed medicine and so on, until each one governed by the mind. A lot of crime unleashed thanks to them; because they themselves were crime. They killed people because they were different or even worse, they took away their freedom.
On the other hand was Simon, a young dreamer with the spirit of a liberator and with the ability to reach the hearts of people. He began to sow a message in everyone's mind, and in effect, made them open their eyes. One day a crowd took to the streets, without fear and with the hope of a new dawn. More and more people joined us, and with the support of everyone, they dismissed the president and all his corrupt government of inhuman.
Something similar to what you tell in your story, is happening in my country Venezuela and it is unfortunate.
It is very unfortunate that this happens, I hope everything will be over very soon.
This is seen a lot in the Latin countries. Good story.
Brother, I invite you to read it @josegc
It is something similar to what happens in Venezuela today. Thanks for reading my history.
@apoyolatino thank you very much that you have invited me to read such an excellent story.
Thanks to you for reading.
Friend your story identifies me because it is the same thing that is happening in my country.
My best wishes for your country friend.
Very good Story, I would like you to continue it in a future.
I will try to keep growing in writing.
@stach contests help me a lot
Friend, you are very good at writing, your story identifies many people who have gone through a dictatorial government. @jesuscarrasquero
Thanks for reading friend
I congratulate you, brother. Reading and practicing are helping you to write better.
That's how it is, brother, I get better every time. Thanks for your tips
It is sad that this happens. Greetings friend steemians! I was touched.
My regards, brother
I congratulate you! You have a new follower thanks to your story.
OH that is incredible. I have a new follower, thanks
The reality of my land.
How sad. Thanks for comment @elvisr
Fascinating Story @jesuscarrasquero
Thanks @zuleef
We Venezuelans feel identified with your writing, very good the truth.
I hope they take their president out soon. A lot of strength