![]() ![]() (For this year) The submitted short story must be submitted by those who are currently intending on attending Balticon. ![]() The submitted short story must contain the following quote/sentence without alteration: “Hey, what’s that red stuff on your face?”.The submitted short story must fall into the theme “Things That Go Bump”.The submitted short story must be between 18 words.There’s only four main requirements for the short story contest: We’ve received a ton of support for Scott’s 2018 Cancer Journey and his recovery, and this is one way we want to start giving back to our creative friends and charitable causes going forward… a win-win scenario as best as we can arrange. The goal is to 1) have fun, 2) generate more interest in our up-and-coming writer peeps, and 3) set up the potential proceeds to support a selected charity for the year and set up the submission compensation pool for the next year. The winners of the Fan Favorite contest get additional prizes. The plan is that the selected top 10 short stories submitted will be released this summer in an anthology book and the top 5 will be live-read by the authors (or their designated reader) at Balticon at our Fan Favorite Contest Panel (and live-cast for our ScoTori podcast). “Indeed it shall, love.” He put his arm around her, tears running down his cheeks.We are doing an theme-based short story writing challenge for Balticon 2019, with the goal of doing one each year from here on out. “Jannath Alan Hargrove, you may be my husband, but you carry no ability to predict the future fruits of my womb!” She flopped down onto their bed, tired from her outburst, and sighed, “Regardless, this child will most certainly make us proud.” She smiled up at Jannath and he melted, coming to rest beside her. He watched her go red with indignation, her face close to matching her fiery hair. He liked to tease her with his ‘predictions,’ as Leyandra never agreed with them. “It shall be a boy, I know it!” He chuckled. Jan smiled and gazed into her eyes, overwhelmed with the happiness he had been blessed with. Leyandra laughed softly as Jannath rested a hand on her abdomen, which at last was beginning to show the growing child within her. He would succeed, and the one who took her would pay dearly for stealing his beloved from him. Lifting a scalding hot round-bottom flask to eye level, watching the viscous green concoction glowing before him, Jannath grinned. He was the only one intelligent enough, and clearly the only one that loved her enough to do it. Jannath waved a hand at the unseen interlopers, muttering to himself. No one would, if he had any say in the matter.ĭark figures cavorted in the corners, whispering equally dark suggestions into his ear. She had no time left, and neither did he. Potions roiled and spat froth across the mahogany tabletop as Jannath worked, disregarding the burns inflicted by the scorching liquids as they splashed onto his skin. When he was out of sight, Jannath did a quick dance for joy, and then followed him into the office. Now, step into my office and we may begin to discuss scholarships…” The Dean turned and entered the door to their right. “Don’t look so nervous, Hargrove! It is my pleasure to inform you that you have passed the entrance exams with flying colours, as they say. Jannath bowed his head politely and repeated the appropriate greeting for such an occasion, all the while chewing his lower lip. “Greetings, young Master Hargrove.” The Dean was standing before him, and Jannath leapt to his feet and took his extended hand in a vigorous handshake. An enchanted sconce lamp to his right flickered and went out. He chewed his fingernails nervously, an old habit, waiting for the Dean of Admissions to arrive and bring with him his verdict. Jannath cringed as he heard the footsteps coming down the hall. I’ll try to cross out the ones I’ve completed as I write them. Here I’ll be gradually adding all the writing I do for this wee challenge my World of Warcraft guild and I are sort of working on for fun with no time limit. ![]()
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