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Post by Neco on Dec 4, 2009 8:49:18 GMT -5
Neco's Writing Competition So... I am to understand there will be punch and pie? Decided to open up my own writing competition, since I knowww some of you be writers like me, ahaha. Plus I always love reading new stuff lol. ThemeFANTASY. Fantasy is defined as anything that contains elements of the fantastic not found in real life. This includes any genre including contemporary fantasy, high fantasy, medieval, etc -- as long as it contains elements of the fantastical [i.e. shapeshifters, wizards, dragons, talking animals] then it's cool beans with me! As long as it is fantasy as the main focus, you can incorporate any other genres you want -- action, romance, drama, thriller, etc. Rules+ Must be ORIGINAL work, NO fan fiction + Graphic content under a PG-13 rating is A OK - includes swearing, violence, etc -- just no naughty bits! + Must be at least 200 words + Don't hold spots and then not come back -- that's so annoying + Correct grammar/punctuation/spelling is a MUST! Judged On+ Use of fantastical theme + Grammar/Spelling/Punctuation + Characterization + Plot [however small it may be lol] Prizes1st Prize - A choice of a combination of a bred pet, a hexed PKC pet, and a custom graphic (you may choose 2) 2nd Prize - A choice of a bred pet, a hexed PKC pet, or a custom graphic (you may choose 1) 3rd Prize - A choice of a bred pet, a hexed PKC pet, or a custom graphic (you may choose 1) EVERYONE who enters gets an award stating they did! Because even if you don't win, it's still awesome that you are a writer. BECAUSE WRITING IS POWAH. Kay go. Winners! 1st Place - Clover 2nd Place - Silverstripe 3rd Place - Ninja Devil All 3 of you, please PM me for your prize choices! Thanks to everyone else who entered, I really enjoyed your stories! Here's everyone's graphic for entering:
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Post by Rinkái on Dec 4, 2009 10:25:06 GMT -5
BRB IN THIS SPOT, MY FRIEND. :333
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Post by Lindsay! on Dec 13, 2009 7:33:13 GMT -5
I hope its alright if I enter this--its been a while since it was started. Sorry its so short.
As I sat on the tree trunk, I drank in the forest. The peaceful trees were quiet this time of year--the talking ones that is. Normal trees are always quiet of course. The mossy ground was squishy and felt good on the burnt soles of my bare feet. The book in my lap was a classic, but in my opinion it was terribly boring. Wait, what was that noise? There it was again! I stood, placing Wuthering Heights on the trunk behind me. "Hello?" I heard the distint sound of footsteps, slowly creeping towards me. I bolted, through the forest I ran. My wings beat against my back as I ran through the forest. My short black hair kept falling in my face, hindering my running. I knew something was chasing me--but what? As I reached the edge of the forest, I slowed, gasping for breath. My heartbeat quickened--where was I supposed to go now? No place to hide in the open field before me. It took me a good few seconds to realize that I had wings. I lifted the see-through wings on my back into an upright position, preparing to fly. I waved them back and forth until I caught a bit of wind, and then I sprang into the air, catching the wind as if it was wishing me to escape. I soared through the open sky, not bothering to look down and see what was chasing me until I heard a happy bark. I tilted my head downward and saw a small dog, panting, and yapping happily at the sight of me. I had been safe.
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Post by Rinkái on Dec 17, 2009 19:43:47 GMT -5
Water falls from the ceiling. Drip... drip... drip...
And a little girl, half asleep and dressed in pink petticoats, wanders down the abandoned corridor. Her long blonde hair is curly, her eyes a pretty shade of blue. She can be no more than six or seven years old, and her dress trails slowly in the puddles of stagnated water, as the caved in cavernous building sheds its liquid load. One of her pale pink hands follows the shape of the wall, chubby fingers becoming grubby with the moss growing there.
As she walks, she hums softly under her breath, or giggles from time to time. Nothing about the scenery scares her, though it is a haunting sight; the skeleton of the castle's ruins are hardly a friendly place for one so young. There are holes in the floor, which she skips past without a glance, and sharp edges to the walls, that her hands automatically avoid. Maybe she has come this way before, because a hidden pitfall behind a brick is dodged without a single look.
The torches in the walls are the only light, since the gaping holes in the roof open onto a darkened sky. Clouds are a feature of everyday life here and they never leave; what little light is let through, is tinted grey and shabby. The torches burn brightly, though, bringing cheeriness to even this bleak place. Whoever lights them must be nimble footed, for apart from the tiny footprints of the girl herself, there are no footprints in the dust. And the dust is thick, coating the floor almost completely, apart from where the weeds have thrust themselves forcefully through the paving stones of the ancient slabs.
Reaching the end of the corridor, she turns right and skips on past mouldering tapestries or dinted statues. As she moves, the flickering light makes the eyes of the eerie memorials seem to follow her and the mouths appear to grin.
This part of the castle is newer, and the roof is complete. There is no more water for her soggy dress to trail in, nor anymore cracks in the paved rocks. Though the decorations are already grimy and could do with... well, burning, they are not as disgustingly neglected. At least the tapestries and statuettes have survived and nobody could fall through into the room below.
The corridor ends in a door. It is a new door, painted a bright, cheerful green. Beside it, there is a thick, rusted chain riveted to the wall, and coiled strongly across the welcome mat. At the end of it, the strangest beast is stood, growling softly and drooling onto the floor, making a puddle almost the size of those further back in the open parts of the building. It is mostly black, and dog-like in structure, with insane yellow eyes, one of which sparks occasionally with electricity and doesn't move. The other pinwheels freely, searching the walls, ceiling and stones for threat. The body is thick, apart from the legs and ribcage, which are emancipated beyond belief. Folded across its back is a pair of massive wings, covered in greasy black feathers.
The girl moves towards it, fascinated by the yellow eyes which fix upon her moving form. The growl it produces sounds like her name. Roseeee.
Just as her frame has almost reached the creature's side, and her arm is reaching out to touch those tattered, dirty feathers, a hand lands on her shoulder. For the first time, she jumps, crouching away and to the side. The dog snaps and leaps for her face, barking just as crazily as its eyes suggest; teeth snap shut just before her nose, hot saliva landing on her cheek, though the yellow orbs set in its fur bulge comically because of the choke chain's pull. It sinks back, snarls and slinks away into a corner to lick its wounds. She is left shaking against somebody's legs, somebody who saved her.
When she looks up, the man's face is one she recognises and she clings to Ezra's legs. His long black hair swings in front of his unnaturally pale face as he crouches beside her, with a concerned and friendly look. As concerned and friendly as someone with one completely white eye can look, that is. A pale hand ruffles her hair.
"We've told you, don't stroke N'zall."
A nod against his legs confirms that the little girl, Rose, has heard and understood him. He sighs, and opens the brightly painted green door. Within, there is a man. At first, one might think he's sculpted entirely and elegantly from snow, but then the bright red eyes, with their pink irises, become visible. He is an albino, and he is wearing a labcoat. An annoyed look comes to him, when he notices the door has been opened, but it softens when he spots the cowering child.
Despite his terrifying appearance, she runs to him, clings to his legs and stares out as the painted green door slowly swings shut. Ezra walks away into the shadows, where N'zall is growling softly.
Somewhere in the distance, someone begins to scream.
"Another day in paradise, N'z."
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Featuring all my own characters. In order of appearance: Rose Bloodsong Experiment No. ZA11 (N'zall) Ezra Crow Bloodsong Cloud Bloodsong.
All except N'zall are vampires.
If it's a bit too creepy, no worries. :3
Edit: Typo fixingz. D:
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Post by Lindsay! on Dec 17, 2009 19:52:21 GMT -5
Oh god I feel so lame now xD.
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Post by Rinkái on Dec 18, 2009 7:21:56 GMT -5
^ don't! D: Just because mine's long, doesn't mean it's better. xDD
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Post by [ Silver ] on Dec 18, 2009 23:40:40 GMT -5
Ohh, am I allowed to post an excerpt of the book I never finished for my NaNoWriMo?
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Post by Neco on Dec 19, 2009 10:08:54 GMT -5
Sure you can :]
I'm probably gonna close this after XMas -- just been sooo busy on the road the last week or so, and I need a while to recoup from a 3000 mile drive XD
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Post by [ Silver ] on Dec 22, 2009 20:36:06 GMT -5
Ok, here's an excerpt from the book I never finished called Tiger Peak :3 Sorry its so long. My scene sequences usually are and this one is fairly short compared to the rest of them This is the opening for my book :3 A shadowy figure slid out of the undergrowth. Its eyes were affixed on a deer grazing silently in the middle of the grassy field. The deer was completely unaware of its stalker as it nibbled quietly amongst the grass. The figure moved silently through the vegetation, its paws landed so softly they made no sound. It's tail waved an inch from the forest floor as it glided closer. Powerful muscles rippled under the creature's black and orange pelt. It let out a low growl of satisfaction as it was nearly upon its prey. Suddenly, the deer's eyes lit up and it dashed away, its white tail flashing. The creature gave chase with an incredible burst of speed. The deer tore through the forest trying to escape its pursuer, but it was too late. With its tail streaming out behind it, the creature's muscles bunched as it went to spring. Thick black claws extended from the creature's mighty paws as it grabbed the deer's hindquarters. Flesh met claw as the creature tore through the deer's fur. Struggling with the weight, the deer collapsed, unable to escape. The creature dispatched it with one bone-crunching snap of the neck in it's powerful jaws. As the deer went limp in its jaws the creature quickly dragged its catch back into the safety of the forest. The sound of tiny paws pounding against the forest floor alerted the creature that something was coming. She tensed, ready to fight off anything that might want to take her kill, but relaxed as three black and orange bundles of fur tumbled out of the bushes. It was the cubs. "Finally! I'm starving!" one of them complained. "There will be enough for everyone," the Tigress tore off a piece of meat and tossed it to her cubs. The cubs shredded it ravenously. They had not seen a good kill in almost a week and their ribs were becoming visible through their striped pelts. Prey had become scarcer and scarcer each day. Even though the weather was warm, the prey was nowhere to be found. The fish had moved upstream, the smaller prey stayed in their burrows, and the bigger animals had long since been scared away by something that even tigers feared. The land they lived on could barely sustain them now. When they were finally full, the cubs backed away from the deer carcass and began to groom their bloodied muzzles and paws. The deer was a large buck and was only half-eaten. A catch that size would last them a few days if it didn't get stolen. To be sure, the tigress dragged it into a secluded area and buried the remains for another day. "Amura, where are we going now?" the smallest of the three cubs piped up as they followed their mother to the edge of their territory. "I'm trying to see if I can find some prey for you three to practice hunting on," Amura scanned the area, but there wasn't a shred of prey to be found, "let's check by the stream." While they were at the edge of their territory, Amura renewed the scent markers around their borders as they headed towards the stream. Amura parted her jaws to scent the air. There was no prey scent on land, but she did manage to catch the salty tang of fish. "Well, it looks like we're going fishing," Amura observed the stream's rippling surface. The stream was a greenish color, and almost impossible to see through, but the water itself was cool and clean. Amura sat back on her haunches and stared, hoping for some sign that fish were there. Suddenly, a silvery tail disrupted the surface in the middle of the stream sending ripples of expanding circles to the shore where the tigers were watching. "There," Amura pointed with her tail where the fish had came up, "the water is shallow here, so we can wade out to the middle," Amura slid into the water first, her pelt grew heavy as the water weighted down her thick fur. "Come on Niku, you first," Amura gestured to the second biggest cub. Niku padded to the edge and looked uncertainly into the murky water. "It looks cold," Niku dabbed his paw in and quickly withdrew it, hissing in irritation. "I'll go! I'm not afraid of water," the biggest of the cubs shouldered his way past his brother and dived into the dark depths. His head appeared moments later as he stood up and shook himself off, sending water droplets onto his littermates. "See, I'm fine!" "Big deal Tirro, anyone can jump into a shallow stream!" the youngest cub, Tikia, challenged him. She walked over the the edge and imitated Tirro by jumping in and splashing her littermates with the little wave she made. Niku slid in and stayed close to Amura as they waded out into the center of the stream. The current was stronger and almost carried Tikia off her paws. "Now," Amura began, "fishing takes patience. You have to stare at a spot ahead of you, and when you see a flash of silver, pounce where you think the fish will be not where the fish is," Amura demonstrated by following her own instructions by staring at the water ahead of her. Niku sighed as Amura seemed to be forever fixed on the spot. An eternity seemed to go by when Amura finally saw a tail flash, but instead of striking where the tail was, she swatted a spot where she assumed the fish wound go. She assumed right as her paw sent the fish flying out of the water and onto the shore. It tried to flop to the safety of the water, but Amura was already upon it. She killed it quickly and let her cubs have it. Tirro and Niku were already on shore ripping through the fish's succulent skin. A shriek of terror pierced the tranquil air. Amura's head shot up and whipped from side to side, looking for Tikia, her eyes moved towards the stream. Tikia's head bobbed up and down against the current as she was swept away, her mouth gaped in silent plea for help. "Tikia!" Amura yowled in horror and pelted off down the shore. Tirro and Niku tried to keep up, but ended up stumbling along. Amura streaked to a rock near the stream and jumped in. The current was stronger and the water was much deeper here. Tikia's head went under and came up again. Tikia coughed as the murky water filled her lungs every time she went under. "Hel-" Tikia's voice was cut off as her head went under again. She could feel the blood pulsing in her ears and hear the rushing water around her. Her lungs screamed for air as she fought to break the surface. I'm going to drown, she thought hopelessly. Her head broke the surface once more. She tried to gulp air, but ended up sucking in more water. The water blurred her vision and she could no longer hear or see Amura. She tried kicking her legs but she was extremely exhausted and her muscles shrieked in protest. She could feel the current getting stronger and she realized in trepidation that she was nearing the water fall. This was it. She would surely drown now. She closed her eyes, preparing for her death. Suddenly, teeth fastened in her scruff. She looked up to see Amura tugging her to safety. Tikia went limp as Amura swam against the current away from the water fall. Niku and Tirro watched horrified as Amura lost, then regained her pace and was slowly heading towards them. Amura craned her head to keep Tikia's above the water. Tikia could feel her mind going dark and her vision blackening as her mind drifted into unconsciousness. All she could hear is blood roaring in her ears as her world went black. Don't worry, she's alive, but unconscious :3 If you are interested to see the rest of what I have(7,000 words I managed to get) then pm me ;3
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Post by Clover on Dec 22, 2009 21:05:51 GMT -5
It doesn't have to have a title right? :x ____________
“What’s your name anyway?” The woman asked in a crackly voice, her old feet hobbling across the kitchen tile. “California,” replied a young girl with long brown, curly hair that was tied up in a tail on the back of her head. “Like the state?” “Yes, but I wasn’t born there. I was raised right here in ‘the heart’, like my mommy says, Kansas.” The old woman clanked ceramic pots together incidentally as she shuffled them all into the sink. The young girl stood awkwardly at the end of the bright red dining room table, waiting for a response of some kind. “Why you named after a state y’all never been to?” She finally replied, plunging her wrinkled hands into the browning water. “How do you know I never been there?” California replied, a sassy tone to her attitude. “Your momma told me. Told me you grew up in old Wichita ever since you was a baby.” “Well my momma’s been there. She and Daddy went right after they got married. Actually, I do recall being told that I was in my momma’s tummy at the time. So I was there! I been to California before and I didn’t even know it!” “Aren’t you a clever one?” The old woman looked with a mocking smile at the child. “You ain’t even my grandma, why am I staying with you?” California remarked, pouty-faced. “You should be lucky you got someone. I was a friend of your grandmother’s in fact. If I wasn’t her friend, then you’d be in the back of a horse carriage whinin’ and complanin’ about being thirsty and hungry all day and night. Going back east was a smart decision, but I doubt leavin’ you here was.” “Daddy needed a job real bad, he told me. He used to live in the east where he worked on a big farm with his parents. He doesn’t know the man that owns it now, but he’s gonna find out, and they’re gonna give him work! Then he’s a comin’ back down here to pick me up and bring me back home.” The little girl was confident in her speech, and she smiled a wide grin, positive that her father was coming back with her mother and bundles of money. “Alright honey, I think it's best I get you to bed now.” “But it's only nine o'clock!” California pleaded. “You don't want to stay up past 10. Them damn wolves are going to get you. Get in your night gown and I'll tell you a story.” California left the room with an angered look on her face, but she did as was told. She slipped off her blue frilly dress and let the soft, pink, cotton gown fall over her smooth skin. Her hair was let down loosely into bundles of curls swishing every which way just as the little girl crawled under the layers of blankets in bed. The old woman hobbled into the room and sat on the end of the bed. “There's a reason your parents left you here with me. Let me tell you a story, California,” the old woman said, sitting down on the edge of California's bed. “There was an old man that lived in an old cottage not too far from here. The land was barren, and the only other living things around besides the man were his dogs. He kept them chained up in the backyard with links the size of your hand; Gotta' make sure they ain't gon' get away. He grew cactus' on the other side of the house, and every night he had cactus soup, but he cut off them needles first. He let the dogs fend for themselves, cuttin' off them chains at night and lettin' 'em dig up ground squirrels. They always came back though, because the old man had an ivory whistle, made from the teeth of one of them dogs. That one didn't behave.. He killed him, filed his teeth off, and carved it into a whistle. Now, nobody else could hear that whistle, as loud as he blew it. Nobody but them dogs. They'd come runnin' back with droolin' mouths and fur stuck to their jaws, and that old man'd tie 'em back up in the chains for the night. One them wolves with the blackest coat of all, would howl through the night and the man never got any sleep. He couldn't stand it no more, so he got out his ol' rifle, an ol' rag, and shined it while waiting for the sunrise. At the peak of six o'clock, the old man hobbled outside to find the chain cut loose. All them dogs was gone, just the giant chain links left behind. The man got angry. He got out the ivory whistle from his pocket and blew it, blew it for 3 hours until he realized them dogs ain't ever comin' back. He waited until sunset on his porch, rifle in his lap. When the sun finally sank, he looked out over the vast nothingness and saw gleamin' red eyes staring straight at him. In horror, the man shot his rifle, wastin' all them bullets. The red eyes came closer, turning into four pairs as they came into sight. The old man was frozen in terror and couldn't move off the front of the porch. The darkest of the dogs inched forward, snarling out what the man made out to be, 'should have cut those chains a long time ago.' And then they attacked, leavin' him dead on the porch. But over the years, tornados and dust storms have come through, buryin' that house way under the dirt. Legend says them dogs are still roamin' out here, and nothin' goin' stop 'em.” “Is that true?” California asked, her eyes wide in terror. “For God's sake child, it's just a tale. Go to bed now!” “Good night, Sal.” She nodded and California sunk under her blankets and cushioned her head atop the feather pillow. The room seemed much darker after Sal had left. California huddled her face close to the blankets, as if that would help ward off the wolves. Soon captured by the devil of the night, California started slipping off into a sleep, letting her fears of creatures in the closet diminish. Before she knew it, a dream had engulfed her mind. It was not a calm dream, for she slashed around in her sleep a few times, and it ended abruptly just as the sun hit the top of the mountains with the young girl's eyes shooting open in a flash. “Sal!” California yelled, afraid even in the morning light to leave the security of her blankets. No answer. California assumed that her caregiver was just a heavy sleeper and worked up the courage to leave her bed. Just as she was out of the room, the quiet house seemed almost perfectly still. It took California a moment to realize that she didn't even hear snores from the room over. “Sal?” She said, opening the door to her room quietly. The old woman lay face down but turned away from the doorway. Her breathing was gentle and under control, yet California was still afraid. She said her name once more aloud before shaking the body under the blankets. Sal's face shot in California's direction, a beaming red tint to them. “The hell hounds..” she said. “The hell hounds came. They went. They're here. They've gone..” “What are you talking about?” California worriedly asked, her fear gone. “Your parents are on the road.. The hellhounds are going to get them. The field tonight. Their souls are needed..” Sal's eyes closed and she turned back in the other direction. “What's going on? I don't understand!” California yelled, her hands shaking against each other. “Maybe they're signs.. Telling me where to go? What to do? I don't know, but this house is scaring me.” California ran to her room and slipped on some extra shirt and pair of pants before rushing out the front door. The dirt road looked like it went on forever and ever, lining the states as they passed. “Maybe if I keep walking, I'll get to California! But wait, Sal said something about my parents.. Maybe they're in danger from these 'hell hound' creatures she spoke of. Why didn't she say those wolves in her story were called hell hounds? That could be useful now.” California kept a steady pace as she walked, not wanting to run out of breath or anything. Forgetting she was in Kansas, the cool morning turned into a humid afternoon, and sweat clung to all visible skin on her body. Stinging, salty drips washed over her face, and before she knew it she was collapsed in the only bush she could see for miles off the side of the road. Dust blew into her face and eyes, scratching at her tongue. As she opened her eyes, blackness started to encase her vision. “I'm dying!” She coughed out. But as California looked up, it was not blackness or death that was coming upon her, but a shadow of something. A big, black, fluffy dog walked majestically out of the horizon. His eyes glowed a powerful red. “Hello, little girl. My name's Omiddius. What's a young'n like you doing out in thick Kansas heat at this time of day?” California coughed her words out pathetically. She wasn't at all phased by the aspect of a talking dog, but maybe she just figured she was hallucinating. “My parents are in trouble.. I need to go rescue them.” “Your parents? But they're all the way in Pennsylvania by now, you can't get there in time.” “How do you know where my parents are, you filthy dog?” “I'm head of the hell hound pack, I know everything that goes on between us. Now, California, I'm here to protect you, and you look pretty beaten up. Hop on my back and I'll take you to your parents. “Hell hounds.. I can't go with you, Omiddius. You're dangerous.” “Child, listen to me. Do you want to see your parents again?” “What do you want with my parents?!” “Their souls are valuable in our cult. Your father is descended from a human from years ago, one that mistreated the hell hounds.. tied us up with giant chains and practically starved us. But we got loose and fought our way to survival. I haven't smelled a descendant of that old man for years. You don't know how long we've waited to make a kill. A human kill. Hell, if we're strong enough to kill these fools, we're planning to take out the whole town, and that's a very likely possibility.” “I knew you were bad.” “Oh child, but how do you know I'm not here to protect you? I want nothing with your soul, I might raise you as my own.” “I don't want to be evil!” “Get on my back now, or I'll take you by force.” California laid helpless in the dry, yellow dirt caking the ground. Not knowing what else to do, she grabbed for the fur on his back and was suddenly somewhere else, somewhere the heat wasn't as unbearable. Wheat at least five heads taller than California grew up to the sky. She looked around, distraught at the situation. Omiddius nudged her from the back and she moved through the thick field slowly, pushing away the strands of grass in tiny hand-fulls. “There are your parents. But if you make one noise, you'll die right here.” Omiddius whispered in a deep, raspy voice. California nodded and looked out of the field. Her parents sat on the curb of the road with their horses gnawing on grass off to the side. The carriage was packed with items; food, water, bedding. As California looked behind them, she saw two sets of glowing, red eyes blink in and out of the blowing grass. She wanted so badly to scream to her parents to get out of there, run, but she didn't want to face death by the mauling of a mysterious black wolf. “Stay here,” he grunted, and kicked a rock over to the right. Both of California's parents looked in that direction, and right as that moment the hell hounds silently shot out of the grass from behind and went in for the kill. Omiddius had left California's side and joined the other three, each going off in different directions. “I have to do something,” California thought. “If he's over there, he can't kill me as fast, so I'll have time to at least save my parents.” The wolves were closing in, and the two adults weren't even aware of their surroundings. “Momma, Daddy!” California screamed at the top of her lungs, rushing out from hiding in the tall grass stalks and towards her parents. They both had a confused look on their face, but halfway to them, California was blown to the ground by a giant black figure. Dirt clung to the walls of her throat and all of her organs retracted and twisted around in her body. She couldn't get a grip on any air, and all that came in was dirt. Omiddius rolled her over and pinned her down to the ground. “I told you not to say anything,” He chuckled, but right when he was about to swipe his dirty paw across her face, one of the other hell hounds barked out his name. Omiddius was distracted for the tiniest moment, and California used that instance to pick up the rock that Omiddius had thrown before and hit him on the side of the head with it. With her little strength, it didn't do much except refocus his attention onto her. “On second thought, you can watch your parents die. In fact, we'll keep you alive. We'll take you through the town and make you watch us kill every. Single. Person.” He said, and kicked her head to the side so she could see her parents. California felt like she'd caused this whole event to happen, so she couldn't bear to watch her parent's death right in front of her own eyes, and then to see the whole town she couldn't even call home die. But as she looked, it seemed as if her parents had the upper hand. Her father had one wolf down, clinging to life on the dry grass and the other in a head lock, slowly suffocating it. California dug her fingers into the ground, and with all the strength she had left in her, chucked the rock in her palm right into the hell hound's face that her father had hold of. That did the trick, and he piled the body on top of the other wheezing animal. Omiddius ran to help his colleagues, but it was too late, they were both dead. “I swore I'd get revenge. Killing that old man wasn't enough!” Omiddius yelled. “I'll be back! I'll be back to get that child and raise her as one of us, and evil human minion, even a slave! And you'll be sorry!” He snarled. Omiddius retreated to the field and eventually into the trees, back to the underground. California gasped for air on the ground until her father scooped her up in his arms. Being away from the dust, her airway smoothed out, and she let in small breaths of air. “California, it'll be okay,” he cooed softly. “We'll take you back east with us and you can help out, I promise.” “Where's Mamma?” She heaved out. Her father walked over to the side of the wagon where her mother sat. She took hold of the child and rocker her in her arms. “Without you, we would've been dead, honey. The whole town would have died. You're a hero. My little hero.,” She said gently. “Mamma, he got away. He's coming back for me. I'm not a hero, I caused this!” California said, a weak frown on her face. “California! You didn't cause any of this. Maybe if your father's great great great grandfather wasn't such a horrible man, this wouldn't have happened. But it did, and you're the hero here. We would have been ambushed and killed by those damn wolves if it wasn't for you, and I want you to know that! Besides, Omiddius ain't coming back for you. Story tells of wolves that can't survive without their pack. That filthy mutt's done. Without companionship, even the evilest of creatures die,” California's mother smiled and kissed her on the forehead. The little girl smiled too, staring out into the endless wheat field. “I'm a hero,” she whispered. ________
WHOA. Sorry it's hellza long.
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Post by Neco on Jan 2, 2010 1:29:24 GMT -5
Closing in 2 days in case anyone else wants to pop in a quick entry!
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Post by mypetzroxursox on Jan 3, 2010 21:02:49 GMT -5
"Don't you understand young warrior? You are the key to our world," the elder dragon Trojan explained. "I suppose I am." The younger black dragon said. He paced around the dark room, almost completely camouflaged. His eyes were icy blue, horns burning red, spikes earthy green, and tail point strikingly yellow. "You’re the first dragon to have 5 elements, you know. There have been some with fire, lighting, ice, and earth but definitely not the darkness," Trojan said deeply. "Yea so what," the little dragon stopped walking and turned his head toward Trojan, “I didn't ask for these "powers" you know. I can't, Trojan. I can't save the dragon world. "Of course you can't Aylward; not alone, anyway. Enya will help you." "But she's just a fire dragon! She can't even master 2 elements!" Aylward could sense the fury fire breath burning inside him. "Calm down young one. She has more power than you think," Trojan stalked off into the night. Apparently I have to find Enya now, Aylward thought to himself. Enya was a stubborn, young red dragon, mostly like Aylward, who could only master the fire element. She was also just one of the normal dragons in the tower. Aylward walked off to the Egg Room where Enya usually was, tending to them. The room was one of the largest of the Dragon Tower and had nests everywhere. Suddenly Aylward felt a sense of pride, as there were no black eggs in the room. "You could at least stay out of the nursery if you don't want to see me," said a voice behind him. "Enya, you know I don't come here unless it's important," Aylward growled. He did have a relationship with Enya once, which turned out horribly. It's not my fault she's just a worthless piece of-- Enya interrupted his thoughts "Would you like to finish your sentence, or move," she replied boldly, and passed him with an egg held by her front foot. Aylward froze in his tracks. His ice breath was creeping up on him like a lioness. She could hear him think. "Look, Enya you have to- uh, well....," "Come with you to save the dragon world?" she whispered. "How did you know?" Aylward asked. "I know more than you think," she blinked at him wither her purplish eyes. "Really," he said sarcastically, “you’re so idiotic you couldn't tell what was a ice dragon from a fire one!" "Well maybe you should stop moping around about how you used to be just a dark dragon until I came in and saved you." "You did not save me! I saved myself from that tragic place." Aylward could feel the darkness seeping out of him, and trying to hold it in. If they talked more about the darkness, he would really explode. "The darkness would have swallowed all of you up," Enya was about to say more until the Aylward's darkness exploded out of him. Enya was knocked away hard and fell unconscious. "Enya! Enya!" Aylward ran to Enya, shocked at what he had done. He felt tears swelled up in his eyes. He hasn't cried in a long time, so he forgot the feeling. He pushed her a little and she wouldn't move. This can't be happening! It just can't! She did so much for me, this can't be possible. "Enya, please don't do this to me...I love you Enya. I always have, even though it doesn't seem like it." A tear finally ran down his face and onto Enya's cheek.
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Post by Neco on Jan 5, 2010 2:42:24 GMT -5
Judged! Winners please PM me!
Thank you to everyone who entered -- I really enjoyed reading all of your stories and I hope to see you in the next competition : D
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Post by Clover on Jan 5, 2010 10:03:05 GMT -5
AHHH. Thank you sooo much! This brightened up my morning ;P I have to leave soon for school, so I'll PM you when I get home. :3 <3
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Post by mypetzroxursox on Jan 5, 2010 18:37:53 GMT -5
haha clover i read yours! awesome job :]
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