Brandon K.

10 minute timed short story contest between Atom, Vulgar, and myself.
(They are members of this site.)

Topic: Dinosaur Poop


Story A

The safari layout was only a road of sand. The wild consumed the road in every aspect thus making my journey more exhilarating. I was lonesome but still determined to hunt. I rode my horse down the trail like a hunting virtuoso. I was listening for sounds, vibrations, and smells. My prey would be easier to catch if I concentrated in this manner.
My horse gradually became exhausted as the hours passed, and they’re was no sight of the Stalamegladon, and it wined as it concluded that I was not letting out. I am going to catch this dinosaur, or my name isn’t Sir Charles White.
I jumped when I heard a cracking sound from a short distance away. I wiped the sweat of my brow and stroked my long brown beard, waiting for another sign of the Stalamegladon.
I head a magnificent roar next to my ear and my horse speedily galloped in fright.
“ Settle down!” I cried gripping the reigns tightly. “ Settle down!” I turned my head and only twenty meters away was the gigantic beast tearing trees and shrubs out of it’s way to catch us. It wanted to kill me even more then I wanted the glory of killing it. I concentrated my rifle at the dinosaurs head and fired. The creature gave a saddening groan and fell to the ground, taking it’s last breath.. In return, my horse gave a buck and I went flying into the air.
I landed on a soft mushy substance and gave a cry. “ Dinosaur poop!” It had saved my life!

Story B

Professor Eugene “Einstein” Phillips inhaled deeply. His chest pounded from anxiety. Not many scientists had this kind of discovery, and few have ever been to the top secret science council to present their theories. Phillips had never been very charismatic, and the fact that some of science’s most prestigious people were here today made him even more nervous.
“And here to announce a startling new theory, put your hands together for
Professor Eugene Phillips!” boomed the announcer. Phillips stepped onto the podium and tried unsuccessfully to relax. Just say it like you’ve practiced it and you’ll do fine, thought Phillips.
“Today I stand before you to tell you about something we have all thought of. Is there life on other planets?” He paused for effect. Several members of the audience yawned, unimpressed. “Well, there is, and I have proof!” he shouted. This brought a series of murmurs throughout the crowd.
Phillips motioned to the announcer. “Please bring out the proof!” he commanded.
Wheeled onto the cart was a 500 pound chunk of excrement.
“What does that piece of junk have to do with life on other planets?” shouted someone.
“This fossil was found on Mars!”

Story C

To understand the immensity and versatility of body wastes, one must take a torturous trek into the jungles millions of years ago. One has to have been there to experience the texture, scent, and unmoving quantity of dinosaur poop. Surpassing urine in odor, poop is awarded the fame of the “bathroom stinker.“ In this case, pollution and inconvenience to all creatures surrounding it. Imagine a mountainous range of black, milky, thick, mucky… shit. Imagine a 50 foot pile of steaming dung. You would need all 300,000 species of beetles to roll the pile up into miniscule balls and take it to a nearby stream of lake. Or you would need a tremendous amount of animal cooperation. When the time comes, and the beasts pass, we flex our claws, stretch our backs, and get to work. Hard labor, and a glimpse into the not-so-clean world of dinosaurs you never heard about in your History class. The terrain is menacing, and the terrain is filthy. It’s one dirty job, and it just so happens I was stuck with it. My kind. Our reputation consists of nicknames like “The executioners of the wild” and “Hunters beneath the green foliage.” They’re all lies.
This is where I come in.
The raptor agents, in our scaled suits of jade and green.
PREHISTORIC WASTE MANAGEMENT.
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For voting, just put the letters in order from favorite to least favorite with an explanation why. ex:A,B,C

Any votes will be appreciated.

Cearo

C, B, A

I found C very funny with A being the least. Also, I've always been kind of afraid of Raptors since Jurassic Park. To put them in such a light just makes it all better.

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BeautifulDisaster

I'm agreeing with Cearo. C is definitely first, and very funny. I never would have thought to start out the story that way. Then A and B in that order.

Amour

My vote:
#1.C
#2.B
#3.A

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Daniel Malone

I liked A and C, but B is close behind. Why don't you write a complete story with this concept?

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Atom

We could write a full story is we wanted to. The thing is we have about 20 ten minute short stories that we have done, so theres really no point in elaborating on this topic, because its nothing special.

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A Glass Thought

c, b, a. straight up. good work people

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Brandon K.

thanks for all the votes guys.