Hello, how are you?
I wrote this story towards the end of May. I wondered if this was something good to submit for a writing contest. If it is not, what would it need? The total number of words is 468. I know it is under a thousand and even under five hundred. Would that make a big difference? I have another short story I wrote last month that I was planning on publishing as a book. That one was inspired by my Dad who passed last March. It is another short story. The more I try to expand it, the more I am wanting it to stay the way it is. I plan on working on finalizing that story when I return to PA next month. Maybe going back home will change my mind on keeping the story the way it is. Maybe it will give me more ideas to use.
Anyways, here is the short story I recently wrote. Hope you enjoy!
It was a bright sunny Saturday afternoon at Monkaroo Zoo. Tourist of all kinds gathered to see variety of Monkeys- black, brown, white, spotted, big, small, long- you name it. Dabbling on the monkey scene, some of them drank Mocha coffee provided by the Zoo and chatted away at what they saw.
The sun was falling, darkness rising and the zoo’s tourists were quickly fading. The Zookeepers posted a “closed” sign at the front gate. Exhausted, they were ready to go home. They just had to clean first.
As they were cleaning, some monkeys hopped towards the cage and found some cups with left over Mocha. Curiously poking and sniffing it, they decided to try it. One monkey took a sip and then chugged it down feeling a burst of energy. Eagerly, the monkeys found a way to unlock their cage and scattered frantically looking for cups of Mocha to pour into their mouths. All making hullabaloos while swinging around.
The Zookeepers hearing a ruckus, looked at each other wondering what the hubbub was about. They followed the sound and the look on their faces when they saw the monkeys dancing about, were immeasurable to pronounce.
In the corner of the room, a CD player blasted “Hokey Pokey” while all the monkeys bounced off walls dancing to the tune. Zookeepers with open mouths scramble around trying, yet failing to gather the monkeys back in their cages. Some monkeys hopped laughingly on the Zookeepers heads. Screaming, they dashed for their lives.
It was a night to remember at the Monkaroo Zoo. And the Zookeepers didn’t know what to do. The monkeys, so smart, chased them out the door and locked it. The Zookeepers with all their might could not open the door and all sore gave up the fight.
Meanwhile, back in the room where the monkeys dwell, a mess they made with leftover drinks and foods they threw around. Swinging from trees and on the walls like a ball, their energy would not stall. When morning came, the monkeys slowly wore themselves out. The Zookeepers woke as if it was all a dream. Saw where they were and alarmingly remembered last night. They argued and fluttered at each other.
Soon silence fell upon the Zookeepers as they listened through the door and walls, but no sound could they hear. Then, quickly ran searching for anything to help open the door. Bolting the door open, they saw all the monkeys snoring and gave a sigh.
Swiftly, the Zookeepers raced to put the monkeys back in their cages before they wake. Locking the cages, the Zookeepers in unison agree no more Mocha for the tourist. They make a sign and post it all around the Monkaroo Zoo before the doors opened for the mornings sightseers.
*Thanks for taking the time to read this and I hope you enjoyed the story. I haven’t really written much stories. Compared to poetry and lyric writing, I don’t have much stories written. I tried back in high school; lost that paper; found it in sometime in college and expanded it; then lost it again. Now, I’m in TX. So, I can’t search for it until I go back home. I was hoping to find and finish that one. That and the story I wrote in May along with this one are the only three stories I have written. So, you can see how much I write short stories. Any constructive criticisms are helpful. Thank you again!*