Discussion -- 300 Word Challenge #8

Oooooh. Thanks, Perp. :D

I calls 'em as I sees 'em and I really loved this one young rodent. (In fact they've all been of a spectacular high standard in totally different ways)

And thanks for the quick posting it allows me to say I stopped putting things off and posted mine without double posting.
 
Luiglin – I would not be surprised to discover a number of different interpretations for this particular entry, but for me it is a dead soul wandering along a beach that leads nowhere, unless you are lucky enough to have gained payment to Paradise. And our poor protagonist has not. Instead it his fate to join with the countless other lost souls, forever wandering the beach as they ruminate about what might have been.

To be honest it was only after I wrote it that I saw it could be taken in a variety of ways. Which is surprising as I didn't try for that but glad that it has worked out that way. Just hope that people enjoy a more dour tale than normal. I'll explain my idea once voting is dead 'n' done.

Thanks as per normal for the review.
 
Thanks for the Review Perp. This one was a fun challenge. I might have to take the idea and give it some fertilizer and see if it grows.
 
Apologies. I normally try a more upbeat tale but couldn't work one this time. Great minds and all that jazz though :)

As I said to Perp last month there's always a Plan B.

None necessary! I'll just have to dig a little deeper into the old ideas bin this time around. Normally I have a story germinate within a few hours of the challenge posted, but I let it sit in the back of my mind to mature for a few days. 'Twill do me good to stew a little longer!

I just have to say that I agree with Perp - Mouse, that was chilling, exquisitely horrific.
 
A comma, a comma, my kingdom for a comma.

I have a missing comma just before some dialogue, bummer.
Oh, well - must remember to polish and learn to wait. :p
 
If this was a superhero comic book I should by now be typing mwhuhahahahahahha ... but I won't :)
 
Well, I'm in. Trying something a bit different from my usual style but hey! Thats what challenges are for, right? Pushing ourselves to try out different styles...

I was going to do something about a space colony trying to survive in a harsh new environment, then have it turn out they were actually a foreign breed of termites in a wreck... But in the end I didn't think I could pull it off.
 
Grasping the nettle. I'm in too!

Now looking forward to reading what's up so far, this evening.
 
Juelz4sure – An entire epic legend crammed into 300 words. There is so much to like that it hard to know where to begin – the actual legend itself, the way the storyteller sees the story as he tells it, the way the kids listen so raptly, the ribcage on the beach... it occurs to me it could all be a tale told by an old man, having no truth other than that which the children wish to hear, but it does not really matter, it has the feel of an old, old story and that is what makes it so special.

Bowler1 – I’m not sure how amusing it was meant to be, but there was something intrinsically honest and true in the end of the story. The feel of huge events in individuals lives, the things that really matter to them, the destruction of their space craft, their survival on a near barren, harsh world, building a community, surviving in the face of all things, giving rise to children who know next to nothing of their past is all dwarfed by one of the original survivors question. After giving so much for the cause is it any wonder that it is the first thing asked. Did we win the war?

BigJ – A well written poem, but what a grim one, with such a strong dark story at its heart. It has the feel of some dramatic tragedy, a man of violent urges made peaceful by the love of a good woman, but whose past can never truly be let go. There are always those that will see the monster that was, not the man that is and do not seem to realise what they might awaken in what they do. Of course it does not end well for our protagonist, so a tragedy, but also an epic romance, the woman whose love tamed him, claims him until the end, and it is not the failure that haunts him as he awaits him, but the love of the woman and peace.
 
I quickly glanced at the other tales, then I posted. The "muse" finally hit me a couple of days ago.

Now I'm going take my time and read the other stories.

I'd like to have a 300 challenge every other month. Anyone else feel that way?
 
I’m not sure how amusing it was meant to be,

It's a bit cheezy ok, but with only 300 words it's not easy.
As ever, Perp, to the point and fair.

The picture has got some great stories this month, but for some reason, I always feel hungry after reading the new enteries! :rolleyes:

I like, Starbeasts idea. Are the Mods up to extra policing?
 
Sorry. Any soup left?

Note to self: avoid mentioning foodstuffs, cooking smells, etc...

Must say again, i love this picture. Obviously inspirational, to judge so far.

24 carat entries.

Argh, carat - that's torn it!
 
Juelz4sure – An entire epic legend crammed into 300 words. There is so much to like that it hard to know where to begin – the actual legend itself, the way the storyteller sees the story as he tells it, the way the kids listen so raptly, the ribcage on the beach... it occurs to me it could all be a tale told by an old man, having no truth other than that which the children wish to hear, but it does not really matter, it has the feel of an old, old story and that is what makes it so special.

Thanks Perp, your comments are always appreciated and held in high favor. I will have to admit this is probably my favorite entry that I've done thus far. Although I will have to admit that 300 words opposed to 75 words makes it a lot easier (relatively speaking that is). Thanks again.

I'd like to have a 300 challenge every other month. Anyone else feel that way?

Upon his bruised and battered knees the writer pleaded to the Mods to allow those tortured souls to write that which is already locked within their soul. Inspiring photos depicted before all those which have been drawn to the pen. "Let me release my unknown dreams... Inspire me with visions of pain, suffering, love and hope." Tears ran down his face in anguish, "For without your illustrations I shall be tortured by lost fairy tales which wonder my very essence waiting to escape" he continued staring at fellow writers whom pleaded quietly. "I must write, we must write!" He finished before collapsing upon the cold floor as his pen rolled silently down the silent corridor.

(to say the least I feel the same way :D)
 

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