A contest inspired by the serious need for more good sci-fi
In my brief time here, I've come to really enjoy writing.com: the people, the stories, the contests, and the kind reviewers. However, I have really been missing out on some good short science fiction and an incentive to get involved with a community of writers who also enjoy it. To the end of inspiring both, I've decided to host a Science Fiction Short Story Contest.
The rules are simple:
Write a short story inspired by the prompt that is of less than 2000 words.
I will pay 15,000 (updated) Gift Points for the best submissions and an awardicon (as per recent request - I'm open to discussion about adjusting the prize).
Post in the forum with BITEM only.
I will judge entries starting on the 1st of each month, and provide (hopefully) thoughtful reviews for all submissions.
May the best sentient being win!
Contest Re-opening for February!
Gendark shook his head grimly. For the seven years he'd worked as an Engineer, three more to make head of his department, and then five more years as first officer, scraping together enough to buy his own freighter. It was another ten years after that he'd spent learning the hidden trade routes, sneaking by the Tormak Imperium. He'd run risk after risk, sometimes losing big, sometimes almost losing it all, before finally sinking everything he had into Red Fury Mining Station. They'd said he was insane, trying to mine hypernium, the super-dense elements only found orbiting around the enormous black holes where supernovas had just recently occurred (at least, in stellar timelines). Everyone had said it couldn't be done, and then they'd said it would kill him. Then they'd insisted that the intense fusion needed to power the containment fields meant it could never be practical. But the gravitic drill of his own design had fetch the element, and the breakthrough superconductor coils had allowed him to store it - a material with nearly limitless potential, an element with a negative mass at the density of dwarf stars.
Now it seems someone had come to take it off his hands. Red-headed Jenny's eyes bore into his own, waiting for his orders.
Over Gendark's dead body. "Ready the gravitic drill. It's time to see how good their shields are. Oh, and pass the order to open armory. If this doesn't work, we're about to bring pistols to a needler-rifle fight."
Jenny's hard smile - she was the inspiration for Red Fury - rivaled his own. "I'll see it done, sir. They'll be begging us to stuff their guts back in them."
The prompt: Space Pirates!
Whether your pirates swing a light-saber or would fit in Ocean's Eleven, bring your tales of betrayals or derring-do! (In space!)
"The Space Station: Sparta" [E]
"Ship Of Fate" [E]
48K GPs: Jeffhans -- Thanks for your support!
10K GPs + banner sponsorship: eyestar~Go Power Raiders. -- Thanks so much for the support and for linking me up with A E Willcox . The banner is awesome!
50K GPs - Sum1 -- Thank you to a sci-fi fan!
135K GPs - Anonymous. Thanks so much for supporting the contest!
50K GPS - bobturn Thank you so much for supporting the continuation of the contest!
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