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 also like to thank all Clickworkers who submitted their stories to our short story competition. Thanks to your creativity and enthusiasm, we have been able to read more than 150 extraordinary and completely different stories. Unfortunately, due to the high number of participants, we had to make a very narrow pre-selection and were only able to put a fraction of the submitted short stories to the vote.
Nevertheless, we hope that the selected stories will appeal to you as much as they do to us.Read more
“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? As he reaches in his bag, his other arm swings into Victin’s stomach like the mechanical motion of an activated mousetrap, leaving poor boy Victin a few milliseconds to hear the idiot scream “SQUASH” while he proceeds to feel his insides turn into Mom’s apricot jam. As soon as the Shrek-looking fellow disappears in a maze of school hallways, Victin picks himself up in a thoroughly practiced manner; this isn’t his first time.Read more
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, as if luck alone wins an election, luck alone makes you Prime Minister. He looked at them one by one. About half met his look, half looked elsewhere. Junior ministers terrified of making a mistake at this first cabinet meeting since his election, old hats like the Foreign Secretary sitting there thinking they should be in his seat instead. The room remained silent while he remained undecided.