Call for Votes: STACH Anonymous Writing Contest #4

stach (70)in #contest • 7 years ago (edited)

Hello Steemians.
Entry submission for the STACH Anonymous Writing Contest #4 has closed and we have a selection of 9 articles and now we need your votes to select the best 3 to share in the prize pool of 20SBD.
Below are the selected stories and we need you to vote based on their contents, story line, delivery and word counts.

Type in the comment section with your choice, i.e "Story 9" or "Story 0" or "Story 11" or "Story 14" or "Story 10."

Story 1.
When tomorrow comes, there will be a great avalanche of innovation. People will find their way home, lost for so long in the inexorable grind between shared need and self protection. When tomorrow comes, no longer will our minds pine for yesterday's mores.
No more shall we worry about how we will manage for the next week, see out the month or make it through to next year. When tomorrow comes, fulfilment will not be a luxury afforded by the very few, it will be a universal experience. Reaching one's potential will become a normality for all people. Awakened, eyes opened and rejuvenated, souls replenished, minds refreshed. A golden era of creativity will usher in a rediscovered delight in the art of being. Reverence for the mundane and banal will be replaced by admiration for the daring, the brave. The introspective will feel the light.
Small matters will no longer become bones of contention. Thrashing out the big ideas will become an entertaining spectacle for all to see. When tomorrow comes, every facet of life will be improved for the many and the few will come to see themselves as wholly gifted benefactors. The divisions will no longer divide but provide countless aspects of inspiration.
When tomorrow comes, all will finally have their say, if they so wish or content themselves upon their own internal solo quests, unhindered, unmolested, free of constraint and without limitation. When tomorrow comes the BlockChain Revolution will change everything and everything will indeed be changed.

Story 2.
Olajide was quite thoughtful that very moment when he says to Jude that let's make hay when it is still sunny because we never know what will happens when tomorrow comes
Actually, Olajide words were just idiomatic, he was only telling Jude that they needed to plan well for the unforeseen day.
Olajide and Jude are good friends of very long days back, they started their friendship journey from University till they found their self-working together at the Central Bank Of the Country.
Of course, we wouldn't be expecting less pay for a graduate who secured a reasonable with a good and excellent qualification.
The pay was huge and they were living life to the fullest but in a lavish way, but, on a fateful day, Olajide found himself lost and as he is a good friend of Jude, he said to him, let's may hay when it is still sunny because we never know what will happen when tomorrow comes.
Without any argument, Jude agreed with Olajide and they both came up with an investment plan, and just with a blink, they owned several businesses, and they are influential in all there territory.
Jude holds Olajide in high esteem because he waked him from their slumber when they would have lived tomorrow away, and he never stopped giving advice to the growing one with the *“When Tomorrow Comes....... And you've Got It wrong Yesterday What will You do?”

Story 3.
"When tomorrow comes, no one tell what will happen next."
Today was my last day in college and I never imagined I would be at the hospital.
Today was suppose to be the happiest day of my life before this happened...
At about 5:00am today my mum called me and words can't describe the happiness she expressed. I wondered if she was the one who was suppose to be exited or me.
She started with prayers that lasted for about 10minutes. And then continued with her long list of advice. I had to break her when it was getting too much, "mum I've heard this over and over again. Trust me, your son is a good boy and I'll make you proud."
She replied, "yes I know you will." I can sense that she was about to cry as she added, "I can't wait to see you today."
"alright mum, I'll be expecting you."
Mum always said, "tomorrow you will make me proud." I was certain today is that tomorrow she's always talked about.
Few hours later I was at the college auditorium waiting for her. I looked around to see if she has already arrived. I was so exited to meet her and I wouldn't go inside without seeing her. Few minutes later, I received a text message from her number: "we found this phone on one of the victims and your number was the last dialed number. We need you to come and identify the bodies.

Story 4.
Dozie went over his plan for the one thousandth time, the conviction that it was a perfect plan gave him deep satisfaction. After spending 10years in jail, for a crime that was framed against him, his release date was just tomorrow.
His uncles had conspired against him with the help of the only woman he had ever loved. They took the only inheritance he and his sister had, his father’s company. His sister, scared, ran away and nobody knew if she was still alive.
They planted cocaine in his house and when his case was still under trial, His girlfriend, Jemimah or she might as well be called Delilah visited him in jail. She told him her Dad who had influence in the town, knew the judge, and had pleaded with the judge, who would only give a short sentence or charge a fine if he pleaded guilty.
It was when the judge sentenced him to 10years in prison that it dawned on him that he had been fooled.
He had managed to make friends with the most dangerous prison inmate, a.k.a Skull.
Skull would help him carry out his revenge. He would start by making them suspect each other, which he knew would cause them to start killing themselves, he could count on their greed.
Whoever remained, would take his place in jail for framing him. There was no need to revenge on his girlfriend. They already hired someone who shot her and confined her to a wheelchair.

Story 5.
Marcus, an Accountancy graduate, had a younger sister who suspended her education so that Marcus could conclude his, and an ailing mother who sacrificed a lot to give them all she could, to make their life easy.
Four years after graduation, Marcus didn’t have his dream job. His mother was getting sicker by the day. She toiled during her younger days after Marcus’ dad died in an accident.
His mother was his everything. He wished to repay her for the sacrifices she made towards their survival. His mother believed in Marcus and always told him that when tomorrow comes, he would be great.
So, it was painful for Marcus to go four years without a job. His last interview was for a bank he hoped for; but 5 months after, no contact.
His mother sensed his frustration but advised him not to stray. She always told him that when tomorrow comes, his struggle would become a testimony.
Her health issues troubled Marcus though, and he decided to do anything to make money. Just when he had resolved; he was contacted by the bank he interviewed for and was asked if he was still interested.
He told his mother and she reminded him of what she had always told him, that “when tomorrow comes, their struggles would become testimonies”.
He took the job and was able to cater for his mother and sister. His sister resumed school, and his mother got steady healthcare. Indeed, when tomorrow came, their struggles became testimonies.

Story 6.
“When tomorrow comes, my love. I promise.” Frank reached over and grabbed Claire’s hand.
“I’m dying for this surprise, baby.” She looked at Frank, gazing into his blue eyes. Flying in a ship over the red sand, they passed abandoned and destroyed colonies. They had been on Mars for over a decade. The AI had turned on the humans, hunting them down. Their rations were low, water low; but they had each other.
Frank set the craft down in front of one of the first man-made formations on the planet; the rocks were like a mix of Stonehenge and Mount Rushmore. Suddenly, a surveillance drone appeared from behind a red boulder.
“Here we go.” Frank grabbed the manual control stick. Within a second the ship climbed into the stratosphere, the drone on their tail. Tilting the stick, the ship performed a barrel roll as shots glanced off its hull. Frank engaged full speed, and then hit the airbrake, stopping on a dime. The drone passed them. Frank fired. It fell from the sky.
As they descended back to the ground Frank knew more ships would come.
“What if tomorrow never comes,” he muttered, reaching his hand in his pocket.
“What was that, baby?” Claire looked at Frank and smiled.
Frank fished a box out of his pocket.
“Wanted to give this to you tomorrow, it being our anniversary and all, but I don't want to wait any longer.” He opened the box; a diamond glittered against a red sun.

Story 7.
Mom, I wonder what you must have said when I was a child, I wonder the sweet talks, the blessing, the kisses, the gifts you must have showered me with when I was still a boy, I wonder how you must have told your fellow women that I will make you proud, I wonder how much you love me even to this point. I know you wish you could predict my future, but I'm sorry mom you couldn't. I wish I was still that small innocent boy that knew no evil, but no, I can't be that boy anymore, I've stained my hands with the blood of many, even your lovely daughter, just to make money, I thought through that way I will make you happy and proud of me just as you have always boasted, but instead I've caused you much pain, and now I'm about to die in your place because I can't bear your death, I'm writing this to you so when tomorrow comes you will be able to forgive me, all I wanted was to make you happy. Your first son...

Story 8.
"I’m pregnant" Vera said. This was news many men hoped to hear from their partners, but not Rick. What!! I’m not ready to be a father yet. So what now? Vera asked, she was furious. Rick told her to abort the baby, he would tend the medical bills. Vera was shocked at what he said. She refused, saying Rick must take care of her and the baby. Rick then said " I have given you an option, you won't take it. Just don't disturb me about anything concerning this baby"
Vera was to tell her parents who was responsible, she said Rick was. On meeting Rick's family, he denied her, adding that she usually sleeps around and now wants to blame him. Vera was crying, but managed to mumble “Rick when tomorrow comes, you would regret this”.
Vera’s father was so angry, he kicked her out of the house, despites his wife’s plea.
With advancing pregnancy and no roof over her head, she had miscarriage. All the stress was for nothing, since she still lost the child. Vera started life afresh. She worked as housemaid, gathering money to see herself through medical school.
Years had passed, Vera was now a consultant doctor. Her office phone rang, requesting her presence at the emergency ward. A patient was in comma and as chief surgeon she was to do an operation. On arrival, she saw it was Rick. Memories came flashing. Should I save him or let him die she thought to herself.

Story 9.
Dunmi picked up the golden necklace she had carefully hidden for years, afraid that her aunt might seize it. The necklace was the only memory she had of her mum. She laid out the clothes she wanted to wear in the morning. The few things she had was already neatly packed into her schoolbag. She would wear her only pair of shoes.
She thought of writing a letter to explain her whereabouts but dismissed the thought. It wasn’t worth it. Nobody really cared.
She leaned her back on the wall and looked at the night sky through the window, silently pleading for a sign of dawn.
She came to stay with her aunt when she was five, her mum had fallen ill and needed to be quarantined. She had no idea who her father was, nobody ever said a word about him.
She couldn’t stay in the house anymore, not after what her uncle did to her almost every night. He’d rape her and leave her worn out in the morning. She remembered trying to tell her aunt. But she had received a slap across her face and was called a little slut by her aunt. This night was the last night he’d torture her.
As she washed herself that night she whistled a song that easily came to her mind.
When tomorrow comes, I’ll be on my own
In a place tranquil, and my mind as snow…
At the first crow of a cock, she slipped into her clothes.