SHORT STORY WRITERS CONTEST October 2022 -- SECRETS of SCIENCE -- SOS2022

a reply to: JohnnyAnonymous

maybe the doctor can send me a 'sip' as well?

my story is still brewing.... so many secrets... so hard to choose one!

a reply to: DontTreadOnMe

SOS2022 The Final Secret

originally posted by: KindraLabelle2
a reply to: JohnnyAnonymous

maybe the doctor can send me a 'sip' as well?

my story is still brewing.... so many secrets... so hard to choose one!

Hows your Short Story coming along?

Nice.

My entry

The Fulton Journals


My 'short' story didn't fit into one post,
so I'd like to remember everyone that only stars and flags on the 1st post count!

Hope you all like

Hey Folks... I hope you've found an idea to move forward with and were all looking forward to reading what you put together. Don't pay too much attention to the guy below... he's always grumpy when he doesn't have anything to read.

Folks... Weve come to the halfway mark in our Contest. I hope you've got a great idea for your Short Story. It's a great theme and the stories already submitted are wonderful (give them a look-over if you've not had the chance to).

Hey Folks...

It's been a hectic October to say the least and I was a bit overwhelmed, but I have managed to scrape up a short story, Just for the Fun of it.

Were all looking forward to reading the story you all are working on!
Johnny

Here we go with "Your not Going to Believe This"


After a number of decades of sheer frustration, everyone and anyone involved with the dig-site were more than eager to give up and just pack it in. Funding had terminated over five years ago and investor's a few years before, so any contributions were mostly coming from the archeological team and their staff. No one had seen a paycheck for over two years and hence all their work was being donated to keep the expedition alive.

It was 6:00 AM in the morning and in the distance the Sun was just beginning to peak over the Canyon's ridge-top. Dr. William Stavenski the lead Archaeologist steps out of his 'Pop-up Tent' and made his way to the 'Mess Tent' being drawn like a magnet to the smell of fresh hot coffee. He's met while walking in by his partner Dr. James Warfield.

"Morning Will"

"Morning Jimmy"

William knew that James always got a bit twisted when he was called 'Jimmy' instead of 'James' or in the least 'Jim'. "You know it's just too perfect of a day to not start without a little bit of razzing, know what I mean?"

"If you say so William."

The two sat down at the table and silently drank their coffee while watching the sunrise.

There is a commotion outside and in the distance, a man is yelling and jumping up and down.

"Wonder what that's all about" murmurs William, "you better go have a look at what's going on in Sector G3". James gets up and heads over to the dig-site. But quickly comes jogging back and out of breath.

"You better come have a look at this Will".

William joins James and they stroll quickly over to the area. "What's this all about anyways?" William ask. "Have we made a discovery of some form?"

"A discovery is putting it mildly, I'd say, it's more Earth shattering than 'just a discovery.'"

The two men climb to the top of the excavation area and find all the hired hands trembling and mumbling to one another. Below them was not a prehistoric creature, 1000's of years old, but a bright and silvery disc-shaped piece of metal probably 18 feet in length with unknown width (being still un-excavated).

"Now what the hell is this" asks William?

"I don't have an answer, but I don't think it belongs here. Look, there's no rust or degradation of any kind... it appears visually to being almost 'showroom new'. James grabbed a pick-axe and tried to get a piece of metal to come off, hitting the object numerous times and didn't even put a dent or scratch on it.

"So what the hell is this thing", William asks again. This metallic discovery although not what they were searching for, might be just the boost they needed to get some more funding for the dig. "Do me a favor Jim, take lot's of pictures and email them to the University and ask if they have any idea what we may have found."

William walks back to his Tent to make a log entry in his Journal, just as the sound of a Helicopter arrives and lands. "Now who is this showing up" he wondered. The tent door flies open as the turbulence from helicopter blades blows wind and sand across the entire area.

He pokes his head out but can see nothing as the props are creating a sand-storm as far as the eye can make out. For the good portion of 15 minutes or more, this artificial storm made it impossible to move about or do anything less of 'hunkering' down.

There is the sound of a second helicopter arriving and hovering nearby, and then like a flash the storm and the helicopters disappeared. William quickly went back to the site and found James and the others unconscious. William tried to get James to wake up, but he was out cold.

Walking up and over the ridge he can find no trace of a dig-site at all, it was completely filled in as if it had never been worked.

William remembers that he had asked James to take photos of this 'thing' and quickly makes his way back to James. And sure enough, the camera was still around his neck.

He tries to flip on the camera but it's dead, and has no power. But this wasn't a problem as there were many other devices that could read 'memory- cards'. He takes the camera back to his tent and retrieves the SD-card from it's camera slot. Placing it into his laptop he tries to download the card but nothing is on it, including all previous pictures that had been taken.

What the hell had happened in the past 25-30 minutes was just a blur, and there was zero proof of any of it happening at all, outside of the few people that witnessed it.

An incoming email flashed onto his laptop, and after clicking on it William's breath was taken back. The email said, "Appreciate your help, Have a Nice Day!", and then the email deleted itself.

James holding his head in one hand stumbles in the tent and asks "what the hell just happened?"

William shaking his head says "sit down James, your not going to believe what I'm about to share with you."

The End

Outstanding entries so far folks!!!!

Loving it!!

Baden Powell's Comet

Note, I had to split my tale into two separate posts.

"Mobilization":

www.abovetopsecret.com...

Based on incoming information.

Time's running out ...



... to get yer stories in

"What???? You didn't know that there's less than one week to go? Time to get your Head in the right place and write us a Short Story!

Ack.. Where has the time gone....

Less than 4 Days Left...

... cough... cough.. oh my look at the time!

a reply to: JohnnyAnonymous

Since you didn't mention any names, I'll thank you with some Potluck for a story.

With just hours before the Contest ends, hows your story coming?

Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls of all ages, we have come to the end of our Contest

It's time for you to go read all the fine submission's for this wonderful Short Story Contest Theme provided by our last Contest winner KindraLabelle2 and was entitled: SECRETS OF SCIENCE -- SOS2022. After reading the Stories be sure to 'star and flag' the one's you enjoyed. After a week from now, our staff will tally up the scores of 'Flags' (worth 2 points each). And 'Stars' in the opening post (worth 1 point each), and shortly will announce the Winners.

Many thanks to all of you that submitted a Story and good luck!

Johnny