I'm surprised that despite the no word limit you only stayed 7 words off 500 and did not take advantage of this rare occasion! LOL

I know, I was really annoyed but there wasn't enough of the story to make it more than quite a short story.

Understandable. I would have loved to find out what happened when the psychiatrist arrived!

I saw an announcement on this Earthling website which related to writing a short story and possibly winning a book? These human games interest me, so I shall be entering your competition so I can win a book for my collection. I have a room on my starship filled with human artefacts, I find them fascinating.

That was me, just in case you didn't guess.

In other words i really like your story!

Thank you Princess Consuela AKA Megan. Which book/s attract your attention? I have read your story but am not going to give anything away this early in the competition. However good luck and may the odds be ever in your favour!
PS did you check out the trailer?

Your website is brilliant! It's a really good start! Also, if you're interested, here's a link to another writing competition :https://www.campnanowrimo.org/ It starts in April! Look for me with this username : Ihavegonemad

It says on camp nanowrimo you must be at least thirteen years old?

Hiya viewers.
It was recently i entered a 500 word comp for kids and this is my story.
I would love some positive AND negative feedback. It would be great if other people could post there stories too. Thnx, Sophie.

Destination: Unknown
“Can you sort through those books? All they’re doing is sitting there gathering dust,” Mum asked as she stared adoringly at old pictures from the attic. Mum was right. A centimetre thick layer of dust had settled on the lid of the box. The dust crawled up my nostrils causing me to sneeze. I lifted the lid and emptied the books onto the floor to mum’s dismay, showering the new carpet with dust and grime. A leather-bound book on wild birds and plants caught my eye. Old Mr Donavon from down the road would find some enjoyment in reading it considering his love for the robins always nesting in his porch. I opened the book and out fell a train ticket into town. ‘That’s strange,’ I thought to myself. The ticket was apparently purchased today yet the box of books hadn’t been opened for years. “Hey mum, can I go to Jane’s,” I asked, my fingers crossed behind my back. “Sure, be back by six though.” I sighed with relief as I grabbed my purse and headed out the door before she could say anything else. I’d been wanting to go into town for weeks now but mum always refused. I bolted towards the station hoping desperately the train hadn’t left yet. When I arrived the station was deserted, even the French pastry shop was closed. A small old man sat at the ticket booth. His face rather resembled a prune. “Excuse me, has this train left yet?” I asked him showing him my ticket. He grinned to himself before answering, “It should be here any second now.” And with that the train pulled right up. Rather spooked I climbed on to find the train empty. Realising something was going on I decided to skip my trip. “Going somewhere?” I spun round to find a broad shouldered, bulky, ticket puncher standing behind me. He had a gory scar across his left eyebrow and a ghastly crew cut. I gulped, “No… I’m not going anywhere,” I sat in my seat and handed him my ticket; he clipped it and handed it back. This train was not going into town and as far as I was concerned the people on this train were not safe to be around…
“Juice?” a woman pushed a cart of food and drink through the train despite the fact I was the only passenger. Her eyes were grey and emotionless. They pierced through me like daggers. “No thank you,” I replied, scared stiff that the juice was poisonous. She sighed as she turned back the way she had come. I looked out the window to see a deserted wasteland. Rubbish blew in the breeze and dead trees stood next to derelict houses. The train screeched to a halt and the ticket puncher appeared again. He shoved me out the door before I could speak and the train was off into the distance. Terrified, I examined my ticket closely only then noticing the words, ONE WAY…

Thankyou sorry its a bit... rushed. I changed my story last minute and did this in a couple of hours!