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Post by Jack Sparrow on Nov 6, 2009 21:33:45 GMT -5
Rules1. Story must be atleast 100 words 2.Nothing Graphic or inappropriate (you can have some graphic if it involves guns, or knifes, but PLEASE dont go into detail!) 3. Your story MAY include some swears, not a lot. 4. The theme is Action/Drama/Romance 5. You can have anything as a character, just dont be immature like 'Timmy the talking Toliet!' 6. No coping other peoples stories. If someone has the same theme and they posted first, I will think you copied! So please make sure they aren't alike! 7. Ends Nov. 25 8. Have fun! Prizes First: One of my horrible hexed petz (I only have one, sorry. :\) 3 petz of their choice Second: Hexed pet 2 Petz of their choice Third: Hexed pet 1 pet of their choice Everyone else: Hexed Pet Or 1 surprise pet that I give you Also, my hexed pet is a breedfile, I made it that way just because I was experimenting. Sorry if you do not like that. App: Story: Email: 1st - Clover 2nd - Ninja Devil 3rd - mypetzroxursox
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Post by Deleted on Nov 6, 2009 22:44:16 GMT -5
Totally entering this! 8) Is there any prompt, or is it just a free for all sort of thing?
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Post by Rinkái on Nov 7, 2009 11:27:31 GMT -5
I'll enter, but I don't want anything if I win. I think I should be able to write something up by Nov. 25th.
Are werewolves, vampires (non-Twilight ones. ¬___¬) & non-graphical death okay?
I just need to ask, because my three main characters are an albino vampire, a messed up human-werewolf hybrid and a wolven shapeshifter. xDDD
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Post by Jack Sparrow on Nov 7, 2009 12:16:49 GMT -5
Belated: Its a free for all thing.. Ninja Devil: Yeah thats fine!
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Post by mypetzroxursox on Nov 14, 2009 16:15:19 GMT -5
I totally wanna do this
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Post by mochalatte on Nov 15, 2009 13:27:19 GMT -5
Imma try to do this. 83
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Post by Clover on Nov 15, 2009 22:15:51 GMT -5
Okay, so.. I kinda didn't do the whole action/drama/romance because it's so cliche T_T; I hope that's okay? DQ me if it's not, haha. I don't need anything if I win either, this is just fun. n_n Anywho, here's my entry. Revelations I sat on the lonely bench, staring out into space as crowds of people flooded by. It was the usual: moms with strollers and screaming toddlers, maybe a few tourists wearing sun-hats and shorts. Everyday upon my return to this spot, I would count a new number of people. Today I was counting screaming red-headed children; I was up to six. “I want to see the tigers!” The seventh red-headed child yelled. Before I knew it, there was a distressed-looking mother crowded by children standing next to me. Two little boys were strapped into a stroller, and a young girl was tied around the waist with the mother's scarf. What was humanity coming to, leashing your children like dogs? One of the little boys in the stroller, around three years old, chucked the bottle he was holding at the lazy beast behind the bars. The poor creature didn't respond, and I could tell that was not a new experience for him. The child was scolded by the mother, and the family moved on to another exhibit. Since being laid off from my job as an accountant, I have felt a reoccurring urge to visit the zoo. I come to the tiger exhibit everyday and stare at a caged beast that has nearly lost his luster. The more I stared at him, the more I saw myself, actually- A pathetic man with a meaningless life. This tiger really had nothing to live for anymore, and I bet he fantasized about escaping and devouring the visitors who constantly abused him. As I looked at his face, I was suddenly caught in his unblinking gaze. I was transfixed in this trance. His golden-brown iris' swirled with color shining like that of gold. I couldn't turn away, so powerful was his gaze. I could tell he didn't want to hurt me; in fact, he wasn't at all agitated. This poor old tiger just stared at me with a kind of sympathy, as though he could read my mind. I felt a strange kinship with him, and I no longer wanted to look away. Maybe he'd figured out our world, maybe I'd figured out his. Maybe this whole time, our worlds were only separated by the fact that I had opposable thumbs and he had a strikingly gorgeous, now dingy fur coat. “Sir? Sir!” I heard someone yell from behind me. I didn't break my gaze until the man grabbed me by the shoulder and looked at me with a concerned face. I blinked a couple times before realizing where I was. “Please do not make eye contact with the animals, it makes them nervous.” “Yeah, sure. . .” I sat back down on my lonely bench and watched the man walk away. The tiger had turned away as though, like the thrown bottle, he had seen this all before- I wasn't the first he'd revealed his own world too.
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Post by Rinkái on Nov 16, 2009 18:03:38 GMT -5
Familiarity
A rat scuttles down the dark cellar, unbroken shadows all around it... Unbroken, that is, except for the faintly approaching yellow glow.
Winter's eyes don't give much illumination in these dark places, but they are enough for the three to see by. Side by side, they look like siblings but they are more sinisterly connected. To the left, Cloud walks slowly with his albino red eyes fixed ahead. Not once do they deviate to look at the surroundings; in sunlight, he would be practically blind, but here the white haired man is in his element. He is by far the largest, at seven feet tall and built muscularly. The only thing that adds humour to his looks, is the fact that each of his cheeks is faintly suburned. Even this dim light is enough to turn him pink.
The wolf-boy, Winter himself, walks in the center. He knows he is the shortest and most feminine here, though not the youngest. While his hair is also white, it reaches his waist rather than his shoulder (as Cloud's does) and he looks his age, twenty. Cloud looks around twenty five. He is slim, obviously a runner, with faintly glowing yellow eyes which flicker between his companions and the environment.
To the right, Sylver has to half-trot to keep up with them, though he somehow keeps his cool while doing so. His platinum blonde hair reflects the amber light of Winter's eyes and is chopped messily to his chin; he is by far the youngest at seventeen, but looks older than the wolf-boy beside him. His face is a mass of scars, his right eye hidden by a red eyepatch. He walks on their right sides so that he can watch them, being uninterested in the rats scurrying across their feet and the concrete floor.
Winter hates Mafia missions that involve the others. Cloud comes from the powerful Bloodsong family, High Lords of Ra-Vale. Sylver is the representative of the WEM, or Werewolf Extermination project. The former is a vampire, the latter a human injected with werewolf booster genes. Winter himself is the reason they are there; he is a shapeshifter, an ice elemental. And he is the second in command of the Dragon Mafia.
The Mafia that has found werewolves hiding in their cellars, their basements, their very sewers.
That is not the oddest thing about this. The damned weirdest thing is why Cloud has to be here. The dog that will find the werewolves will obey only him, though Winter himself would not call it a 'dog'. It is a huge beast, easily bigger than a wolf and jet black. The shoulders and hindquarters are strong, but the legs and midsection are emancipated beyond normal standards. Massive goose wings, bigger again by half than the creature's body, are folded tightly against its black back; green toxic coloured markings run through its fur and along the features of those wings. The abomination is topped off by a pair of black yellow eyes and sabre-like fangs.
N'zall makes the wolf-boy's skin shiver. And that's more than unnatural, because it is impossible for him to be too cold. In fact, he's sweating.
The sewer would be terribly cold and moist to any human, but for a creature designed for the below freezing temperature of the Ra-Rael mountains, it is boiling hot, almost unbearable. In fact, most of the Vale's temperatures are as such to him. He can see Cloud, out of the corner of his eye, giving him a sympathetic look.
"How much ****ing further, bloodsucker?" He snaps out, flicking hair over his shoulder as he half-turns to face the vampire, walking closely to him.
"I don't know. You're the one that can speak Wolf. Ask N'z."
"I'm not asking that... disgusting creature anything."
A soft sigh from the other side of them made Winter's head whip around. Taking one's eyes off of Sylver for a long time was a very stupid thing to do. His soft voice and almost innocent face were ruined by the many scars. Anybody underestimating him ended up dead, rather quickly.
The youngest boy, however, just barks something at the dog; 'how much longer', nothing more, nothing less. The creature's plain, emotionless reply is 'five minutes. They are close'.
They keep walking. Winter's boot heels purposely click sharply against the sewer's now metal floor, with each delicate step that he takes. Cloud walks silently, a white wraith in the darkness, almost a shadow of a ghost's spirit. The only noise from Sylver's direction is his soft breathing and the occasional swish from his cotton clothes.
Damnit, they made an odd lot. If the wolf had his way, he would never be near these two ever again. Cruel though he may be, these two had such contorted personalities that they started a flicker of fear in even his own soul, and Winter felt no fear, because he could not feel pain. These two, however, were almost enough to cause it. Cloud was well known as the High Lord's dungeon keeper and he tortured prisoners for his own sport. Sylver had no emotions, none at all and shot before he thought. For someone with one eye, he had deadly aim. Lately Winter had been noticing changes in the younger boy. He didn't like them at all; it seemed his emotions were coming back, but they were making him more and more ruthless.
The darkness is shattered. N'zall barks, once, at the lamp placed in the middle of the floor before a shot rings out. There is a slumped movement and Sylver's dark laugh rings throughout the tunnel as the corpse of a werewolf falls into the puddle of light. There is a neat hole through the creature's chest, a silver bullet embedded in the sewer wall.
"Idiot! We could have used it!"
"They don't have pack bonds, Winter. They simply huddle together to feel once more the humanity that they lack."
"I ain't human. Don't go pulling that humanity balls on me. You'll say they're just animals, next and then I'll have to shoot you."
The faintest whisp of a sound and Cloud was suddenly stood between them, his massive form easily blocking Sylver from Winter's view. Standing with his back to the youngest is quite foolish, but of course, the vampire doesn't care in the least. Nothing in this sewer can harm him. Pity, really.
"Now, now, boys. Sylver, you shoot before you think, Winter, you speak before you think. Keep walking."
They kept walking. There was no point in fighting amongst themselves -- No matter how much Winter hated the WEM's propaganda, they had been ordered to come here by superiors and that was that. Cloud's father, High Lord Alan Bloodsong had sent him, Zaphir the Boss of the Dragon Mafia had sent Winter. Sylver had come of his own free will, volunteering after Scythe, leader of the WEM, had asked for someone to go down with the others.
Now they have to head into the darkness, feel the unknown. With each step they could be attacked, and perhaps not return to the surface ever again. They only have so many silver bullets before they have to rely on N'zall's werewolf-toxic fangs, or blowing things up and hoping for the best. Winter knows that if anybody dies tonight, it will be him, left behind by his twisted partners the moment he is injured, to bleed his life away in the pitch-black.
Sometimes, he hates his job.
yeah, it sucks. So sue me. xDDD
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Post by mypetzroxursox on Nov 16, 2009 18:12:15 GMT -5
Heres mine (sorry about all the dialouge, i was tryingt to get as much as possible in as a could, without being to long) The Brick Wall I just stood there, in awe. I was 12 at the time, not knowing what this was. What it was going to be. I placed my fragile hand on the wall. The rough bricks felt funny on my little fingers. I felt a spark, and took my hand back fast. I heard my mother call me, so I quickly ran back to the little house we called home. My name is Primrose, Prim for short. I was born May 5, 2088 in a small town at the edge of Nebraska. Now I am 17, almost to become an adult. I'm not ready yet. Everyone knows that. I was walking home from school, tripping over myself like I usaully am. I looked down at my feet and see the new grass coming in through the cracks of the sidewalk. I told myself, "Good for that grass." Thats how I felt, stuck in this little world, wanting escape every time I got. If only I could, like the grass there, and be free. As I looked up, I saw it there again. The huge wall that was keeping me away from my flee. I knew there had to be something over it, not just feilds of corn on and on. I could feel it in my heart. The reason why I cant just jump over it, is because of the president, and the Rulers. The Rulers are the ones that keeps certain states or towns away from each other in case of danger. I'm not sure yet what the danger is, but I will know when I turn 18. When I came closer to the wall, my transmit button was vibrating. This always happens when someone gets close to the wall, in any state. I stopped, reached out, and touched the wall. I felt the same shock I did when I was a little girl, and every day. This is what I do, every day. It keeps reminding me where I am, and I need to stay alive for my family. I was about to turn away and walk home when I heard a whisper. No, this couldn't be, I thought. Then I heard it again. I could finally make out what it was saying, "Hey, anyone over there?" It sounded as though he didn't expect anyone to answer. I realized it was a male because of his deep voice. I turned around quickly and said very quietly, "Yes?" "Who's there?" The voice sounded more alert now. "Primrose Vanderway, are you a Ruler?" I immediatly asked this, just in case. "No, of course not. I'm Cooper Longsworth." His name rang a bell as it rolled over my tongue, but I couldn't possibly know him. "What are you doing so close to this wall?" I said. "You are just as close." That's all he said. "Well, how am I even hearing you now?" "There is a crack in the wall. There hasn't been one in years," he almost seemed excited I was talking to him. We carried on our conversation about how old we were, where do we live, and etc. He was also 17 and lived in Colorado. The place with the snow and mountains. I have heard of it before, and have seen picture in Geography class. As he kept talking to me I thought about what I was doing. This could get me in really big trouble but then I brushed the thought away. For the next few weeks, we have talked everyday after school talking about our studies and life in general. One of the days, I thought Cooper would change my life. It was only a couple days away from my dreaded birthday now. I couldn't believe how fast time went and I was talking about it to Cooper. **** 5 months later***** "I'm scared, Coop." "About what?" he whispered back "About growing up, and what I'm going to do with my life." "Don't worry. Maybe you could fly over and see me." he laughed. "I know. I really want to," my voice was serious. At that moment I realized I love this boy. Cooper Longsworth. As I was thinking this, I didn't hear all the footsteps behind me. I looked back and saw them. The massive Rulers coming to take me away. "Prim! Primrose! I love you!" I could faintly hear Cooper being taken away. "I love you to!" I don't think he heard me but I tried. I was finally being taken away. Maybe going to be killed. Whatever it was I knew Coop loved me as I loved him. Then and there, I finally knew what was behind that brick wall. Email: luvmypets526@hotmail.com
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Post by Rinkái on Dec 22, 2009 16:29:49 GMT -5
le bump?
Just wondering when this is gonna be judged...
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Post by [ Silver ] on Dec 22, 2009 17:36:40 GMT -5
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Opps, I didn't realize I entered the wrong writing competition x___x
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Post by Neco on Dec 22, 2009 19:03:53 GMT -5
This competition has been running for over a month and needs to be judged. If you cannot judge it within the next 24 - 48 hours, please PM me and a new judge will be found.
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Post by mypetzroxursox on Dec 26, 2009 23:02:42 GMT -5
sorry if this is spam......but is this going to be judged anytime soon?
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Post by Rinkái on Jan 4, 2010 5:22:58 GMT -5
Le bump? :c
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Post by Star ★ on Apr 4, 2010 5:40:49 GMT -5
If this show is not judged today (next 24 hours) I will find a new judge for it.
EDIT: Judged
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