Short Story Contest – Undecided
EDIT: Here are the winners of our short story competition:
- Donka von Inna Ernst
- Das Salz in der Suppe von Vera Heinrich
- Speechless by Lucas
Congratulations to the authors and thanks to all other Clickworkers for making their votes!
We would like to say Thanks to all writers, who participated in our short story contest with more than 150 short stories submissions about the topic Undecided.
We really enjoyed reading all these beautiful and creative stories and were happy to add them to our clickworker blog. We were especially ecstatic on how the given topic was interpreted so individually by each author, resulting in completely unique short stories. Unfortunately, we couldn’t include all English and German stories as there were simply too many, which sadly forced us to make a selection of the most suitable stories.
We hope that you’ll enjoy the stories as much as we did!
After clicking on the links beyond the first sentences of the stories you will be forwarded to the full blog articles. Here you can also make your votes.
Have fun reading!
The following short stories were submitted:
Night at the Carnival
The Procrastinating Minister
Das Salz in der Suppe
|I was twenty-one that night in Archer Park. It was a Friday in late September, a travelling carnival had come to town and rested on the otherwise mute and deserted spot.||Der Kaffee roch so intensiv, als wären die Kaffeebohnen gerade frisch gemahlen worden. Irene saß in einem kleinen Café am Bahnhof und genoss diesen starken Duft in der Hoffnung auf mehr Konzentration.||The faces around the table were all looking at him, waiting for the decision to be made. They all owed their jobs to him, yet he knew few regarded him in much esteem. A lucky politician was how he had been labelled. What nonsense||Der herzhafte Duft von Liebstöckl und Majoran durchdringt die feuchte Küchenluft. Mutter steht am Kohleofen und rührt im großen Emailletopf. So wie sie es die letzten 50 Jahre tat.|
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|Afrodite looked across the living room, as evening light entered through the small window. Her suitcases were fully packed and waiting by the door.||Martin sah, wie der Mund seiner Frau auf und zuging. Trotzdem verstand er kein Wort. Er hatte abgeschaltet. Wie so oft in letzter Zeit…||“HEY FAGGOT, come here”, he screams, “Come on, I brought you something to trade for your lunch today!” Victin is puzzled, could this be the day he had been waiting for?|
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A Loss Of Innocence
|Meine Tochter Angela steht regungslos auf dem Tennisplatz und blickt auf ihren Schläger – stumm und bewegungslos. So habe ich sie noch nie gesehen.||9-year-old Amira is a typical child in many respects. To say she is just like every other 9-year-old would go a long way to explain why her grandfather…||Sommer 2003. Vierzig Jahre und kein bisschen leise.Das trifft auf Beide zu, die Musiker da oben, die gleich auf die Bühne kommen werden und die Fans hier unten…|
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