Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Halloween Writing Contest

Halloween Writing Contest:
Haunted House



All neighborhoods have a haunted house . . .
Please take the time to write a short story about your haunted house.
350 Word Minimum – 1000 Word Maximum

1st Place –        $25 Amazon Gift Card
2nd Place –       $10 Starbucks Gift Card
3rd Place –       $10 Starbucks Gift Card

All decisions are final and made by the English Club Selection Committee.

Stories are due by October 24th by Noon.

Tuesday, August 30, 2016

First Quarter Writing Contest

First Quarter Writing Contest: What I did on my Summer Vacation


 
200-500 Word Personal Essay
Due Date: Oct 1, 2016, 3pm Deadline
The entry must contain the idea of what one did during any summer break.

Entries must be turned in electronically by email torbergman@desmet.org in a Microsoft Word document.


Prizes: First Place - Amazon Gift Card
Second Place - Starbucks Gift Card
Third Place - Starbucks Gift Car

All decisions are final concerning entries and awards.

Tuesday, March 8, 2016

Ship of Fools Spring Poetry Contest

Subject:  Any
Length: No longer than 50 lines
Due Date: April 15
Due Time: Noon

Email submission to rbergman@desmet.org
Only open to DeSmet Jesuit High School Students

Tuesday, November 17, 2015

Zombie Writing Contest Winner - Zach Jones


Zach Jones, Class of 2016

Horde

Chelsea pressed herself flat against the wall, holding her breath for fear the freak would hear her. Across the room, Terrence put his outstretched index finger to his lips, signaling her to remain quiet. Slowly, the shuffling sound began to fade down the hallway.  When it finally passed out of earshot, she breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

“That was a close one,” Chelsea said. Her hands gripped tightly onto the hatchet she brandished as a weapon. “Let’s just get the medicine and get the heck out of this place!” Chelsea had always been afraid of the hospital and the people that went there to die, but now that it was filled with moving dead people it terrified her even more. Why did she have to be the one to go on the run?

They made their way down the hallway, checking each room to make sure it was empty. Occasionally they found a patient that had died in their bed and reanimated. Chelsea always felt sorry for those ones. They never had a chance; no way of even preventing the turn. Terrence signaled to her that they had found the room they came for.

He picked up his two way radio and spoke into it, “Alright Mace, we’re here. What are we looking for again?”

The radio crackled as a response came from the other end. “Chloroquine is what the doctors always gave Jake before everything went down. Just fill up your bags with whatever you can carry. We might need it one day.” Terrence and Chelsea got to work filling their duffle bags with all the medicine they could find. Chelsea didn’t even know how to pronounce most of the medicines she stuffed into her bag, much less what they did. But if Macey told them to grab everything, they grabbed everything.

When their bags were nice and full, the pair retraced their route back through the hospital; neither one of them wanted to be there longer then they had to. The outside light was blinding compared to the darkness inside the hospital. Most of the power had gone out a few days after the outbreak, and the backup generators a few days after that. Chelsea and Terrence made their way down the street, avoiding crashed cars and bodies that may or may not be truly dead.

Eight blocks down the street stood St. Jerome’s Catholic Church, a building that had once held the body and blood of Christ. Now it held the body and blood of others. The six-foot-tall wall that ran around the church’s perimeter had made it the perfect place to hold up during the outbreak. Chelsea had only attended services when she was younger; she had never been real religious, but she often wondered if she should’ve prayed more. Despite her lack of religious background, Chelsea felt wrong about living in the church. Still, it provided great protection from the hordes of undead.

Their steps echoed throughout the large church. Early into their group’s occupation of the church they had moved all of the pews to the back, freeing up the center of the church to house beds and a supply room.

“Macey!” Terrence called. “We’re back with your medicine!” Small footsteps sounded from a small hallway behind the altar, the way to the group’s make-shift infirmary.

“Thank god you’re back! Jake is getting bad, he needs that medicine now!” She snatched the duffle bag from Terrence’s shoulder and turned back to the hallway. Chelsea and Terrence had nothing to do but follow. Within the infirmary, Macey’s younger brother Jake lay in one of the cots they had dragged in. He moved very little as Macey gave him the medicine they had worked so hard to recover. Chelsea couldn’t help but feel sorry for the poor kid. Kids his age shouldn’t ever have put up with a disease like Lupus.

“Mace, I know he’s your brother, but how long can we keep putting up with this?” Terrence lowered his voice in an attempt to keep Jake from hearing him. “I mean, what happens when we can’t find any more medicine for him? If he dies, he turns. That puts us all at a serious risk!”

“Terrence,” Macey responded, “I don’t like where you’re going with this. We’re not doing anything to my brother, no matter what you think!”

“Look, he’s a good kid, and I feel sorry for him, but it’s gone on too long. We don’t need a sick kid that can’t do anything for the group! He’s just another mouth to feed what little food we have left! Everyone else has been thinking it; I just thought it was time to say something!”

Macey stood from her brother’s side. She pulled a pistol from her belt and aimed it at Terrence. “You even think about touching my brother, I’ll put a bullet right between your eyes! You and whoever else thinks we should get rid of him can find another place to stay; we’re not leaving!”

“Everyone calm down!” Chelsea’s voice exposed her fear. “We do not need to be turning on each other like this! Let’s just all take a step back and…” Before she could finish her sentence the door to the infirmary burst open. Spencer, the group’s lookout rushed in, his breath heavy panicked.

“Hey guys, we’ve got a problem! You need to get out here NOW!” The four of them ran back through the church until they reached the stairs to the top of the church’s steeple. At the top, Jeremy stood holding his rifle. He looked at the group, fear flooding from his eyes. He managed to say one word:

“Horde.”

Hundreds of zombies thundered down the street toward the church. The group had never seen so many zombies in one place. Something had gotten them moving, and nothing could stand in their way. As the horde continued down the road, they pushed cars out of the way with their sheer numbers, making an open channel down the center of the road.

“Wait, maybe the traps will take care of them…?” Macey didn’t sound convinced. As they watched, there were a few explosions of fire in the midst of the zombies. The explosions annihilated the zombies closest to them, and caught some others on fire. But the explosions had no real effect; the horde didn’t slow down.

“Screw this!” Jeremy yelled. “We’re gonna have to take them on ourselves!” He began firing his rifle into the thick of the crowd. The bullets had no effect, but it didn’t stop him from trying. Terrence motioned for the rest of them to grab guns of their own and try to stop the horde. Spencer stayed with Jeremy to shoot at the zombies with rifles while Terrence, Chelsea, and Macey grabbed machine guns and headed to the gate.

Even with all five of them shooting at the zombies, they barely made a dent in the horde. It became clear that nothing they could throw at them would stop their impending doom.

“I’ve got to go get Jake!” Macey yelled. She turned and sprinted back through the doors of the church, leaving Terrence and Chelsea to fight for themselves.

“Chelsea,” Terrence said in between machine gun bursts, “you’ve been like a little sister to me. If this gets too hairy, promise me you’ll get out. Just start running until you can’t see the church anymore and shoot anyone that gets in your way. Will you promise me that?”

Chelsea nodded, but tears filled her eyes. She couldn’t bear to think about leaving Terrence or anyone else in the group. She opened her mouth to say something, but before anything could come out, a scream echoed out of the church.

“Go!” Terrence yelled at her. Chelsea ran into the church to find Macey laying on the floor, crying. She had a large bite mark on her right shoulder. Before Chelsea could even ask what happened, Jake stumbled out of the infirmary. He trudged slowly towards his sister laying on the ground. His mouth and chin were covered in blood, and Chelsea realized that he had turned.

“Jake, please!” Macey was sobbing. She had taken out her pistol again and aimed it at what used to be her younger brother. When the shuffling form did not stop, Macey pulled the trigger. The lifeless body fell into a heap on the floor. Macey’s sobs echoed throughout the church as she looked back and forth between the body of her brother and the gun in her hands. Still wailing loudly, Macey pressed her gun against her temple and pulled the trigger for the last time.

The shock of what she had just seen froze Chelsea. Behind her, Jeremy and Spencer had come down the stairs from the steeple and joined Terrence fighting in the front yard. The horde was pressed up against the gate and wall of the church with so much force that they were already leaning at an angle. What had once kept them safe from the undead now kept them like prisoners on death row. The wall began to fall. Terrence turned to Chelsea and began to shout.

“Chelsea, run for—” Terrence was cut off as the horde engulfed him from behind. The three men were thrown to the ground. Some of the zombies stopped where the men had fallen but still more continued towards the church door.

Chelsea ran. She ran out the back door of the church and onto the backstreets. She ran away from the church and the horde and the bad memories. She ran until her lungs burned and she couldn’t run anymore. At last, Chelsea dropped to her knees in the middle of the road, unable to move any longer. The world around her was quiet. She couldn’t hear any noises from the church; it was miles behind her. Exhausted, Chelsea laid down in the middle of the road and began to cry.

Tuesday, October 13, 2015

Halloween Writing Contest


Zombie Writing Contest in the World of the Walking Dead
 
With the rich world of the comic book and two television series', take a trip through the World of the Walking Dead and write a unique story that takes place in that realm of horror. 

Rules:
Minimum 650 words.
Due Oct 30th by Noon.
Turn in a copy to Room 217 or email rbergman@desmet.org
No late submissions.
Prizes awarded to First, Second, and Third place.
Only one submission per student.

Monday, April 20, 2015

Winner of the Ship of Fools Poetry Contest


"Whole"

By: Andrew Kafoury ‘15

Written in dactylic trimester

 

Point nine repeating seeks to be whole,

To be a positive integer.

Point nine repeating has just one goal,

To be paired with point one aflutter.

 

Whole - Point nine never will on its own.

It is doomed to go on endlessly.

It will advance, but just with a clone,

By duplicating infinitely.

 

Point nine lives on, but just by itself,

Waiting for point one repeating to

Come by and summate together to shelf

The void, the bond is now tight as glue.

 

Point one may seem insignificant,

But it is the perfect supplement

For point nine such as that they form one.

Gladly together, their goal is done.