Comparisons are odorous, neighbour Bowler.There is a wide range of ideas, covering all sorts of topics, how do you compare?
I don't compare, but I "mark" each story, assessing it for adherence to theme and genre, technical competence, story, ending, use of language, originality, etc. That gives me my short list, and then I re-read and think and basically choose the one which resonates for me.
Anyhow, after spending all month unable to escape the John Donne quote which first came to me -- "O my America, my new found land" (and which involves discovery of a sort **) -- an afternoon gazing at my rosamundi finally gave me the seedling of another story, and I've posted with some hours to spare. I had fun seeding it with other stories, too, though word constraints meant I couldn't give Masen's full name as I wanted. (A prize for anyone who guesses her first name(s).)
** The poem's title is Elegy XIX: To His Mistress Going to Bed and includes "Licence my roving hands and let them go/Behind, before, above, between, below..."