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Table of Contents
1-------ToC & Introduction
2-------Theme
3-------Rules and Guidelines
4-------Contestant Listing


Introduction
This thread houses two separate contests: one for poetry and one for prose. Both are on the same theme but will, naturally, have different requirements. Also, as there seems to be some confusion on the matter, I include short stories in the Prose category. The theme is Chaotic Good, as stated in the title. More can be read about the theme in the next post. I will allow up to 20 people to enter each contest--this will be decided on a first-come first-serve basis. More on this in the third post. The prizes for each contest will be as follows:

Prose
1st----10k
2nd---5k
3rd----2.5k
Honorable Mention--500g(up to five will be awarded)

Poetry
1st----8k
2nd----4k
3rd----2k
Honorable Mention--400g(up to five will be awarded)

Rules & Guidelines

Rules
1. Follow ToS
2. Be Respectful
3. Submit according to the guidelines
4. You are allowed to reserve spots only in the prose contest
5. Whether by reservation(prose only) or submission, it's first-come first-serve
6. Participants may submit only one piece for each contest.
7. Failure to comply with the rules will result in disqualification
8. No submissions will be accepted after 12pm EST on July 31st
9. You may edit your submission after entering it up until 12pm EST July 31st
10. The content of poetry submissions may not be altered beyond spelling errors or minor word choice if all 20 slots are filled

Guidelines

Poetry
1. The poem must relate to Chaotic Good
2. Poems may not exceed 70 lines(not including stanza breaks)
3. Entries must be in dark, size 12 font
4. All entries must be posted as follows:

5. Entries will be judged on: originality, clarity, use of theme, beauty, interest, depth and life.


Prose
1. The piece must relate to Chaotic Good
2. Lines must be skipped in between paragraphs
3. Entries may not exceed 7,500 words
4. Entries must be in dark, size 12 font
5. Entries may not be fanfiction
6. All Entries must be posted as follows:

7. Entries will be judged on: originality, use of theme, clarity, beauty, interest, mechanics, character(depth, life and realism) and pacing.

*Note: I will accept short stories in the Prose contest

I'll join. I'll post my prose either today or tommorow. I like the prompt.

Username: GoeyGure
Type: Prose
Title: For the Good of Arrogance
Words: 521

Everlasting Spring. The people bask in its wonders. With flowers and sunshine engulfing every corner of the wondrous world. Food is plentiful. Love is abundant. The people are happy. But the government is corrupt. While eyes are blinded by unbelievable bliss, the system is creating the apocalypse. Underground machines are built. Wars are fought. Destruction and chaos are their heroes. But no one knows of the evil hidden. They are fed untruths about life. They believe in spring. They believe in peace.

One woman knows. She is unmasked to the lies. With a rage inside her building up. She knows a catalyst is needed but knows no ideas. As the sun outside sparkles and the fluffy clouds pass by she walks down a path of shadows. By avoiding the peaceful weather she is never confused. She knows the truth. When she reaches the end of the shaded rode a swamp is revealed.

Through black and green, the mist I see, arise, arise, the beast of wreath. The water then boiled. A figure rose from the green slime and algae. Change, I need change. She declared. The figure replied. Spring blinds the people’s eyes. The happiness is false. So what can awaken them? The figure then melted back into the unsanitary abyss. The question was answered yet left unanswered. Though the false spring gave light to an idea. Winter they called it. The end of the world. When coldness is all your eyes view, the sun is no longer in picture. We need Winter. We need the end of the world. The end of the lies.

Now the answer was clear to her. The solution still blurred. To get rid of the sun was a tedious task. Snow. Snow was the answer. But where does snow live? The figure of the swamp was no longer of use. Then a second light went off in her mind. A monster lives in the only bare spot in the world. No flowers, no sun. His name is Jack Frost. He’s the demon of cold. To get there. She knows no path. There is no path. One must wander. Without hope. Without peace.

Several years flew by, several suns had set. The government began to awaken. It began to simmer. She was now at the door of Frost, Jack. You do not knock on this door. It opens when it must.
You need? Came a voice. I do. Was her reply. Without seeing his face she could sense a smile. What wish? He asked. Snow, Winter. Her voice hesitated to say. And end the happiness of the world? He asked. And end the daze of the world. Only the people can stop the destruction. Only together. Her nobility was stunning. Very Well. He said, and with that the darkest clouds anyone’s ever seen moved in.

The people in panic. The system confused. The clouds began to sing. Sing snow. Sing Winter. She was never hailed as a hero but as a witch. But she knew peace. And without realizing it, so did the people.



heart Okay, so it's not the happiest story and I feel like it may be right on the edge of prose and short story. It has meaning and I believe it relates to Chaotic Good. heart

I'd love to join the prose section of your contest!
Much thanks!
Davens