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 Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2008 9:15 am
Hullo! I just remembered how much I love hosting contests! (and my wallet just remembered how painful that habit is. But then, I'm a masochist for these things)
Prizes: 1,000 gold for first place, 500 gold for second place.
Deadline: Sunday 20th January, 5:00 PM (London time)
Rules: This one's of interest to me...
-Take a character created by yourself, and write a passage about them (make it like an extract from a story)
-The maximum word count is 500 words (but you all know I'm lenient about that kind of thing up to about 70 words), no minimum.
-It can be anything, a few paragraphs, just a few sentences, a conversation with another charachter, a mix of the two... anything you want, really. Just... interest me.
-It doesn't have to be a likeable character, just an interesting one.
To enter: Post your entries here. Have fun, people!
Much love, xx Annetia xx
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2008 9:59 pm
I want to enter sooo bad... but I wrote up my thingy and it came out at like 747 words! So I edited it like twice and the best I could get it down to was like, 550... which is 150 more than the limit.
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 10:13 am
Kurumi_Yuto I want to enter sooo bad... but I wrote up my thingy and it came out at like 747 words! So I edited it like twice and the best I could get it down to was like, 550... which is 150 more than the limit.
Hmm... hey, look! The rules have been magically altered! Wow, you should be able to enter that now. How odd that such a thing should happen at such a time...
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 11:34 am
Anna
She's always been the sweet girl; the one you'd ask to borrow a crayon from in first grade, and she'd smile as you picked it out of the crayola box. She'd be the one who would go to the nurse's office and pick out the blue band-aid with the sun on it just for you when you scraped your knee on the pavement.
Whenever you were crying she would be there to hear you out, and buy you an ice cream from the vending machine on the corner. You could ask her to doodle something for you in class and it would turn out to be a kiddie work of wonder. This was Anna.
Of course, you couldn’t tell that now. Not with all the things being said about her; she’s the latest victim of the press. Yes, it is true that this twenty-two year old girl was spotted, bloody and barely conscious from her state of shock, coming into the center of town that morning. And yes, there happened to be a stab victim brought in later that night.
The thing is, nobody knows the truth of the incident, besides Anna herself, even though the information was lost in the recesses of her mind. It is now up to her, Dryden, and her best friend Kimmi, to dodge the questioning glances while trying to restore Anna’s memory. The only thing they have to go off of is what Anna said before falling into Kimmi’s arms, before which she had seen Anna and raced out into the middle of the intersection, dropping her grocery bags as she fled.
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asphodels catastrophy Crew
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 2:26 pm
Just a quick question- may I post more than one entry?
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 7:11 pm
Word Count: 508 words. (hope you don't mind Annetia)
Cassandra Marie Dorian
The obituary she would have wanted.
Written By: Amy N. Witterman
Cassandra Marie Dorian was a writer. The kind of person that when you read their writing, you know that they were born for it. That feeling, that twinge in your heart that tells you "talent, she has it. Skill, she has it," But not why. Just a little something that you know, but can't speak it, because you don't want to mess everything up as you are typing it into the AIM screen. Like her pencil had a mind of it's own, a way to write down an aria of words in a moment of distraction and choas, she was there to put it into simplicity, like magic. It is too hard for me to put into words what I feel from her death, but when it comes down the the last words in this article, I know that Cassandra will be standing there next to me, making the words come out of me like magic. Like Cassy. I loved her like a sister, and my tears coat the already damp paper sitting on my desktop at this very moment. Our tears. I know that God will take her into his arms in heaven, if you believe in that sort of thing. I know I do. More now than ever. I just know now that she is in a better place, and that she is happy, and worry-free, pain-free, and stress-free. How she died, you may ask? That is probably the best question you could come up with. She died with a whisper in the wind, it was unexpected. Tragic, indeed. But it was the way that she wanted to go. Heroic, no doubt. She died in a car accident. I can only imagine it all in my brain, a scene so bitter that I couldn't- can't even fathum the descision she had to make. But this is what happened, no more, no less. Cassy was driving towards a popular intersection. Her music blasting, a song she didn't even like, but today was different. A smile on her face, good will running through her veins today, more than ever. She sang alog with the song and kept on driving towards the intersection. This is the point where it all goes down. Suddenly a car to her right sped up, just as a car was turning into the opposite lane, four children and a mother. The speeder and the other car were about to collide, Cassy slammed on her brakes and took the hit, for the mother and her children. Leaving only a bent fender and a broken window in the passenger seat, which was empty. But Cassy laid dead in her own car. I am sorry if the wet stains covering this page are making it hard to read my writing, I just can't help it. Cassy didn't deserve this. But bad things happen to good people, it stands true as ever. As this obituary, I can't help but say, she was, still is, and always will always be my best friend.
<3 U lIkE a SiStEr CaSsY.
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2008 11:06 am
Nidhogg13 Just a quick question- may I post more than one entry?
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2008 4:28 pm
Annetia, did you like my entry? biggrin
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2008 11:45 pm
"Isaac?" Crystal faced her new friend. She was in an inquisitive mood, as opposed to her usual sharp, harsh mood.
Isaac sighed. "What is it?"
Crystal paused for a minute, then she uttered, "You were kind of a jerk when you first got here."
"So were you," he retorted without a glance.
"See, there you go again. Why are you like that? You're so... quiet! Sometimes you're just rude!"
All was silent for a moment, then, "You wouldn't understand."
"Try me," Crystal replied blankly.
Isaac didn't speak at first. It was hard for him to open up. "All my life, all I've known is Elisburg. I knew everyone for sixteen years... but I was always alone."
Crystal knew it had to be something like that. She wasn't surprised.
Isaac went on. "Everyone was so happy. Everyone except me. I had no friends. Nobody liked me. I never knew why. I didn't try to be mean or anything. I just didn't talk much. So people ignored me. And then... when I lost my father... I was completely isolated.
"I remember, once, a few of the guys in my class decided to put together a band, and they needed a guitar player. They held auditions. I went and tried out. I was the best, so they said, but they didn't let me in. I was "too much of a friendless looser" to ever play with them."
"That's awful."
"Yeah? That wasn't the worst of it. It became sort of a sport to see who could be the cruelest to me. Do you see the scars on my arm? One of the football players decided one day to make me play goalie at practice." He held out his left arm to show a series of small, but immensely-painful-when-it-happened looking scars. "Of course, I was wrapped up in the net like a perch, and it was big, sharp rocks, small tires, and little chunks of rough pipe they were kicking at me."
"Oh my god!" Crystal breathed. "Did you ever tell anyone? Here, that's borderline illegal!"
"No..." he answered. "You're the first."
word count(give or take 1 to 10... redface ): 342 (I have a slight tendency to loose count. sorry. 342 is the average of my several results, so a more reliable count might be a good idea.<=/)
Oh, by the way, Isaac is from England, so if anyone was confused by the whole "football" thing with the net and stuff, now you understand. xp
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Posted: Wed Jan 16, 2008 2:19 pm
Wow, there are some pretty good entries so far . . . (lylas yours almost made me cry)
Anyway, mine could technically be about any of the three characters in it, but mostly its on the girl. First of all, these are their names (only a couple people know why they mean a certain so much to me) :
Cara May Dalan
Makaeil Aaron Dalan
Nicholas Tanner Dukes
And heres the entry (HAH, exactly 501 words!! lol) :
As the thunder broke through her concentration again, the room shook. She ran quickly to the window, looking out; lightning flashed like a spider web in the sky, illuminating Cara's face for a full eight seconds before disappearing again. Rain poured on the window still harder than before, as she gazed out again, eyes sweeping the muddy terrain. No sight of the one who was supposed to come. No sight of anyone for the past day or two; which had been pouring like this the whole time.
Cara settled back down on a single old cushion in the middle of the room as the shed shook once again. She couldn't help but remind herself that they hadn't succeeded before, and it was only a fool's hope that they could have been able to come now. Her mind was also filled -- clouded by thoughts of him.
He'd left her three years ago, going with them. Now she was more than old enough to go with them as he had, but they'd never come. She couldn't help but think it was a lost cause; that they were dead. Cara closed her eyes again, trying -- but failing to refocus on an empty, calm, powerful, mind. She was once again met with strange resistance, like a weight pushing down on her shoulders. She couldn't find a way to describe it, other than this must've been the feeling of doubt that Makaeil had had just before his tragic suicide. She'd heard her brother's ranting as he did it, right in front of her. She'd seen his eyes full of panic, but his body set on what had happened next. She silently wished he was at her side, waiting there with her for--
Then it happened. thunder shook the shed more than ever before, and lightning illuminated the room. The door burst open and there he stood. Nicholas, the only person that'd ever been there for Cara, other than Ana and Meg. Nicholas was her love; but he'd left her. and now she finally had him back.
Lightning continued to crash outside, and now wind and rain whipped into the wooden shed. He advanced toward her, and for a second she was unsure that it really was him.
Then he pulled off the hood of his large black cloak, and opened his arms wide. Without hesitation, Cara was cradled in Nicholas’s arms before the last flash of lightning faded away. The skies seemed to clear instantly, the cold disappearing. All that mattered now was Nicholas’s tight grip around her, and his warmth. All that mattered were the two of them standing there, alone, but finally together again.
Three years before:
“Where?” Cara asked again as her brother rushed past her, right on his heels. “Where is he going? I don’t understand! Makaeil, what’s going on?”
“Doesn’t matter,” he grunted hastily, grabbing her by the arm without looking, and pulling her along behind him.
“Cara,” Nicholas suddenly demanded, stopping dead.
“Nicholas?” she replied.
“I love you.”
((You might notice part of this is in "The List", but that's where I got the inspiration. I hope you don't mind))
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Posted: Wed Jan 16, 2008 3:33 pm
Liked the post, though I skimmed because I already read the one on "the list"
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Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2008 8:28 am
I will enter this! I am determined! I just. . . ned to find the time. . .
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Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2008 8:29 am
Username: mythological irony
Title: Kyle
Word Count: 335
Kyle is insane. Not literally. He's not mentally ill, he just does some of the stupidest things that can ever be imagined. And somehow he always pulls me into his little psychotic schemes of mayhem. But I guess it's not really his fault. His home life is bad. His father is in prison and his mother really is crazy...in a mental institute. It's sad really.
And I love Kyle to death. He's my best friend and means the whole world to me. I mean, he's always there when I need someone's shoulder to cry on. He's always there when I'm stressing about something. He's like the sun that rises in the darkness of my life.
Seriously I have no idea what I would do without him.
But things are never that simple. If it could have just gone on like that. Me and Kyle...friends for life. Well, maybe I could have lived for eternity happy as ever.
But as things turned out, Kyle changed. He is not the sweet boy that I loved. He is not the kind, genial kid who would slip out of his comfort zone in order to help someone in need. He's not the gentle spirit that I grew up with and that loved me more than his own life.
No, not anymore. The Kyle I knew is gone. Forever.
I guess, it wasn't his fault. Who can blame him for what happened?
His father escaped from the prison he had been held in. Kyle was terrified. He had always been terrified of his father.
Maybe that's when he first changed, but I guess I never noticed. Or maybe I just didn't want to notice. I loved him too much to want to believe that he had any evil in him.
It wasn't until Kyle's father killed his mother, that I began to realize that things were about to get really bad, but there was nothing I could do about it.
He killed him. Cold blooded murder. Kyle killed his father.
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Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2008 12:00 pm
holy moo, I just saw how long my sentences were sweatdrop
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asphodels catastrophy Crew
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Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2008 11:35 am
An Unusual Princess
She kneeled on the forest floor, lithe limbs bent over the carcass of her latest kill. She worked quickly and efficiently, cutting the thick meat from the bones of her dead prey and pushing the pieces she had pulled off into a cloth bag at her side. At the moment she was a gatherer for her clan so it would be her job along with others who were not bearing children, to go out and get food to bring back to the caves in which they all resided.
The meat smelled divine to the young Dragon Pixie and she licked her lips, trying to hold strong against the urge to eat some of the food before her, knowing that if a predator of some kind were to happen upon her the food she ate would only weigh her down and make chances of escape nearly impossible.
She was small, about 5’2, even if she was in her full size, but this gave her the advantage of speed over predators. Her wings, at the moment, were pressed into her back; melded into her skin since they were not a needed appendage, for the time being. They looked as though they were a tattoo on her back, a textured play of blacks and greens, all pearled and glimmering. A line of scales, starting at the top of her neck and coming out from under waves of wild blonde hair, played down her back as well. Black and shinning in the sunrays which streamed down from the forest canopy so that they seemed to hold rainbows in their rounded forms, they traveled all the way down her spine only to go into hiding beneath the short, black gauze skirt she wore.
The skirt was held up by a belt of chains, hanging with small amulets of onyx, obsidian and diamonds. The belt also had a sheath upon it, which served for the dagger she was cutting at the meat with and the skirt was slit up both sides, giving her room in case she needed to run but it also showed off her pretty legs, all the way up to her hips, which were only hidden by the line of the chain belt. She also had scales playing along her lower sides, disappearing under the belt of her skirt and gracing her hips in a spray of shinning, onyx born rainbows. Then, upon her chest, was nothing but a black wrap of cloth to cover and hold her breasts tightly in place.
The Pixie’s eyes were also beautiful; lined thickly in black kohl they glimmered in the sunlight and had slit pupils, like all of her kind possessed. From a distance, they looked bright gold and dark green mixed together in a molten stare and then, though they could not be seen at the moment due to her hair, the Pixie’s ears were point-tipped with scales playing behind the shell and going right up along the back of the ear. Then there were her arms, which were wrapped in silver armlets shaped to look like serpents with markings running along the pale flesh, showing that the wildlings were skilled with true tattoos.
She was the Dragon Pixie Princess, and she was soon to be the greatest prize the Elf Prince had ever captured.
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