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Welcome one and all! this is a writeing contest that i have made up.
RULES:
In order to be a official "contestant" you must pay at least 10 gold, the higher you pay the higher the jackpot raises so if you write good, submit more gold you might just win
NO PLAGERISM WHAT SO EVER! if i find that you have plagerised you will be banned and i will keep your gold for the remaining jackpot.
RULES FOR POEMS
okay for those of you poem writers as my self,
your entrys must be with 10 lines the max is 50
your poems dont have to ryme but must have a purpose
what im looking for poems are there originality, creativeity and there ability to show what your saying.
RULES FOR SHORT STORIES
what im looking for in this area is short stories
your entrys must be with 100 lines max theres no limit but you cant pass 100 lines
also for short stories the requirement for gold is more so YOU MUST GIVE ME 15 GOLD IF YOUR SUBMITTING A SHORT STORY TO BE A OFFICIAL "CONTESTANT"
what im lookg for here is if the reader could for a picture with your details, creativeity, and your use of words.
Now, this is not normally in writeing contest but u may submit one if yould like and you will wins some gold also
SHORT SAYINGS OR PHRASES
okay now here you may enter short saying or phrases with a meaning, such as:
Amazing on who you call friends,but there a mear stranger in your life.
they must have some meaning and make sense

Now for the scoreing
For over all you will win:
1st place: 1,000
2nd place: 500
and 3rd place: 100



WINNINGS MAY VARY ON HOW MANY CONTESTANTS THERE IS AND HOW MUCH GOLD YOU OR OTHERS DONATE, SO MORE PEOPLE=MORE WINNING GOLD


Other then that i hope you have a fun time enjoying this writeing contest!
you MAY submit as many entries at you want just mark them in my marker at the top

ALL ENTRYS ARE DUE JUNE FIRST! NO LATE EXCEPTIONS!
NEW DATE CHANGE! THE NEW DATE IS JUNE FIRST!!!!!!!!!!!
Thank you very much for your time and coperation
Ito Vader


DONATERS~AND CONTESTANTS
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Vanishing Illusionist=100!!! heart
Chocolate Coral=200!!! heart


GOOD LUCK TO YOU ALL!
Questions!

1. Are you asking the submissions to be posted or PMed? If it's PM then this is likely a scam.
2. How can we trust your judging ability when you have a problem with spelling?
3. Why is there a larger entry fee for short stories?
4. Are you paying these amounts listed out of your pocket or will you be expecting all of that money to come from entry fees?
5. What rubric are you using for judging?

I would take a look at the sticky post in this forum about how to hold a contest as well as look around at other contests to get a better idea of how it's done.
Questions!

1. Are you asking the submissions to be posted or PMed? If it's PM then this is likely a scam.
2. How can we trust your judging ability when you have a problem with spelling?
3. Why is there a larger entry fee for short stories?
4. Are you paying these amounts listed out of your pocket or will you be expecting all of that money to come from entry fees?
5. What rubric are you using for judging?

I would take a look at the sticky post in this forum about how to hold a contest as well as look around at other contests to get a better idea of how it's done.

you got questions and i got answers....
1) posted
2) im not the judge in spelling...and i was typeing fast
3) because more people dont like wroteing short storys so i make larger fee's
4)all entry fees...if they dont reach the limit ill pay from my pocket
5) look at the starting post....its all there
Poem Entry

The paper

Gripping
the weapon tightly in her fist.
Stabbing
the point repeatedly into the skin.
Liquid flows as she sinks to frenzied
Catastrophe.
The inky crimson smears
Dejected
over her hands and drips
Appathetic
from the tip of her weapon.
With shaky persistance she will not
Relent.
The victim is now baptized in a new
Art form.
Geneticmake-up is all shreds and stab wounds,
But still
She won't relent.
Little is left but red and white and metal.
The wire holding all the fraying bits together,
bent and mistreated.
At long last she pulls away dropping her weapon in
Triumph.
Her hands are stained red but she has done it.
She has completeed her rough draft.

Short Story Entry

Cancerous
She sat,slumped against the arm of the couch. Her anemic pallid body attempting to hide her surprise. After three long years the sickness was back. Doctors had hinted upon this so evidently. why had she refused to listen? Three years now far gone. Showing happiness doesn't stay. Asking God why. Stupid cancer. Why?
Here's a little something for the contest I threw together in about twenty minutes. (My brain is fried so it probably sucks, but I did my best with three days sleep deprivation.)

Here it is:

Running

From a distance you could hear the faint sound of rubber shoes hitting the heated cement, 'thwap, thwap, thwap...' A harsh wind passed over the sand stone buildings surrounding the sunny town. The scent of salt wafted off from the ocean, which sat over to the west. Though normally a busy time of day, the roads were still and silent, the big oragnish yellow star in the sky called the sun, beat harshly upon West Palm Beach.

Still, the sound of the shoes kept going, 'thwap, thwap, thwap.' Harsh breathing accompanied the sound of the soles on the ground this time. Then there were strangled sobs, and the tiny sound of tears falling to the heated ground and then evaporating. The sound of rushing wind, and the sound of her hair swishing and whipping behind her filled her ears. It was early July, and the cicadas singing was deafening to the young girl.

A young girl peaked through an open white door of an expensive looking house as the older brown haired teen ran past.

"Why is she running, mommy?" asked the little girl curiously.

A tall black haired women shooed her daughter away from the door, "she's a ruined woman, come away from the window now."

The young adult woman heard the mothers words, and cried harder. It wasn't her fault she was ruined, she tried to fight, she really had. She ripped out the needle still stuck in her arm and threw it to the ground. Her body ached. From head to toe she ached, and he was the cause of it all. Mr. tall, blond haired, dark eyed perfect guy. A young man she had thought loved her, but obviously only enjoyed ruining her body.

She choked back another sob, which caused her throat to ache. Dark, purple, hand like bruises were forming on her neck. Her left eye was black, her ribs were cracked, bruises, cuts and gashes screamed in pain on her sides and her stomach. The material of the hospital gown she wore felt like salt in her wounds, reminding her of who had put her in it in the first place. Anger rolled off her tiny, frail frame in waves. How she hated him.

Hate, that was all she could feel once she got passed the shock and pain of being raped, of being defiled and cut mercilessly. Why should she cry over what happened? Why should she care what people thought of her? She had never cared before, and if it hadn't been on the news that she had escaped from the hospital, no one would know she was, 'ruined,' as some so eloquently put it. None of this was her fault, she hadn't wanted any of this, so what did it matter?

'Thwap, thwap, thwap,' she kept running, her anger and hatred rising with each step taken. At that moment, she didn't feel the sun beating down on her pale skin, she didn't feel her cheeks burning. Her body became numb, she didn't feel the pain in her legs from the exertion of running. It was all numb to her, and it kept her going foward. The pain numbed her mind from logic, she was blind to the fact that she had nowhere to go, had no one in which she could rely.

It wouldn't have mattered, even if she could have thought on these realities. She would have made a pact with the devil, sold her soul, just for a way to get back at that... there was no word for what he was. As the sidewalk was coming to an end, she turned sharply to the right, running down a narrow ally way. Her weakened body was breaking through the numb she felt, and was quickly becoming tired. Slowing to a trot, she took in as much oxygen as she could, scanning the area.

The ally was dark, it had a slight trashy smell to it that came from a nearby dumpster. Boxes were piled up against the two buildings creating the ally, piled up to a window nearly fifteen feet high. Dirty steel trash cans littered the ground, some upright with or without lids, some fallen over with trash spewing out of it. Mangy looking ally cats peered from inside at her, daring her to intrude in on their territory.

She paid the animals no mind, they wouldn't do anything to her, they only wished to be left along. As did she, for now at least, she wished to be completely alone. Resting against the wall between the trash can and the piled boxes, she sighed, letting go of her anger. Adreniline and negative feelings could only push her so far, she knew that much. She cursed her analytical mind, had she not been logical, she would still be running.

She wanted to run. Run away from this place she called a hell hole. Sunshine state huh? She hated it, hated the sun, hated the people, the buildings, everything. The only thing she didn't hate was the ocean, and it spited her as well. She wanted to run away from all of these things, to run away and never return. Exhaustion began to overtake her body, and her pale eye lids began to close. That would be her solution then; she would just keep running. She would just keep running.
Poem Entry

I Do Shine

Like the moon or like the sun,
I do shine.

Like any girl that's having fun,
I do shine.

Don't judge me by my dollars and dimes,
Don't judge me by the way that I rhyme,
If so, than with you,
I won't waste my my time.

Cause that's the way that I shine.

The style and grace of the way that I run,
I do shine.

Like the top of a polished gun,
I do shine.

Like the moon or like the sun,
Like the a girl just having fun,
I look like I'm the only one,

Cause I do shine.
I plan to submit a poem and maybe a short story later.

~Phrase~

Love everyone, Trust Few
One Thing That Can Not Hold

My heart tugs at the emotion
It leaps a bit and sinks
I slouch to the floor and let a heavy sigh escape my lips
I think it's happening again, the thought races through my head
It's happening in the same steps just like it had the last time
Though hope still lingers among me to give you another chance
But as I walk near, you don't even give me a glance
To bad I say
What else is supposed to cross my mind?
Pity, sorrow, heartbreak?
For heaven's sakes!
I've been at this for longer than you can take
Though it does let a pang of hurt sizzle through my bones
But the remainding thought still comes in mind
What else can I say to a loss friend but goodbye?


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An Unforgetful Challenge


The rain pattered on the window and wind streaked threw the roof on the small cottage out in the woods.
“How much longer do you think it’ll take?” Lisa asked John who was sitting in the oversized couch reading a book.
John looked up, clearly annoyed at his companion’s disturbance, “I don’t know, Lisa. God, why do you have to be so annoying?”
Lisa stiffened, “Well, excuse me for wanting to go outside.”
John shut his book and stood up, “If you want to go outside so badly just go then, but don’t come crying to me when you get a cold.”
Lisa slumped down onto the floor.
“Yeah, I thought so.” Murmured John.
Lisa sighed, “I can’t believe this.”
John sat back on the couch and asked, “What is it that you can’t believe, Lisa?”
“That dad and mom haven’t come yet.”
John laughed and gave a pitiful smile to his younger sister, “Oh come on Lisa. No one’s that stupid. You should’ve known from the beginning that this was all a set up. This was just another make believe game of theirs.”
“John?”
“What Lisa?”
“Do you think it’s my fault? I mean I haven’t been getting good grades, but it’s just that school isn’t my thing and-”
“First off, we all know that you have a distinctive hatred for school Lisa. Secondly, we’ve gone over this a million times, it is not your fault. Say it with me.”
“It is not my fault.”
“Now just try and get that through your thick skull.” John snickered, grabbed his book and kept on reading.
Lisa sighed and laid a hand on her temple. Maybe John’s right. Mom is always busy with her designs in France and dad is always off doing his modern architectural buildings. But still, don’t they want us to be a untied family or is it impossible since we’re always miles apart?
Lisa looked around the cottage. The first floor was cramped with comfortable chairs and overstuffed couches and bookshelves rounding each wall. When you went down the hall it looked as though it was a different cottage. Down the hall were the modern kitchen and a large glass table with a view through the sliding doors that held their back yard, the forest. Once up the creaking wooden stairs there were four bedrooms: Once for Lisa, John, her parents, and then an office. The office which was always locked, because Lisa’s parents had learned that their kids would do anything to get them off of work, even if it meant burning the fabrics, sketch pads, and blue prints.
Lisa reached over for a board game and took out the pieces. She looked up at her black haired, blue eyed brother and asked, “Do you want to play with me?”
“I wonder how many times I’ve been asked that and yet you still have hope of me giving you the reply that you-”
“Forget it; I’ll just play by myself.” Lisa set the pieces and looked out on the oak floors.
John sighed and said, “Fine, I’ll play.”
Lisa shot her head up and smiled, “Oh your the best brother a girl can have!”

John and Lisa had played the game for about fifteen minutes before they noticed that the thumping of nature’s tears had ended.
“Hey, the rain stopped!” Lisa stood and ran upstairs to get dressed.
Lisa closed the door behind her and stripped off her pajamas and slippers and put on her jeans, white long-sleeved shirt, and black coat with four buttons as big as her palm. When Lisa got downstairs her brother was already waiting by the door.
“Wow, where’s the witch who magically enchanted my brother to go outside today?” Lisa asked with a laugh.
“Would you shut up? If you don’t want me to go I won’t.”
Lisa shook her head, her pony tail swishing back and forth behind her, “Of course I want you to come!”
John opened the door and they were out in the forbidding world.

Lisa ran through the green scenery. Mingling flower scents spiraled through her body as she stared up at the setting Sun through the tall trees.
Where’s John? I could have sworn he was after me less than a second ago. Maybe I should turn back or maybe he just went back to the cottage.
Lisa shed her coat and spun around, feeling the wings of moths and butterflies set forth up to the sky for one last look at the promising light. Lisa fell down on the grass and let the stars captivate her. After a couple of minutes of staring at the twinkling entertainers Lisa felt a drop of water fall on her forehead then a clap of thunder from nearby. Lisa grabbed her coat and headed back for the cottage. She trudged under walls of thorn bushes and as she got into the clearing, she heard a distant yell.
Was that my imagination? Maybe it was the thunder or the wind. But I could have sworn that it sounded like John’s voice.
Lisa took no chances and turned back, thorns scratched her frail face, but nothing would get in her way if her brother was in trouble.
“John? John is that you?” Lisa yelled as another thunder let its power heard.
“Lisa! Lisa help me! Lisa!”
Lisa scurried to where the voice trailed, to where she felt her brother’s presence. She swatted away bugs and leaves and kept running, waiting for her brother to magically appear in front of her. Instead she almost fell into a deep hole.
“Lisa, for God’s sake, pay attention. You almost fell on top of me you dimwit.” Lisa got off the ground and looked down at her brother who hanged on a limb by the wet dirt.
Lisa gasped and screamed, “Give me your hand!”
John swung his hand into his sister’s wet palm and was lifted out of the dirt hole in seconds. Lisa squeezed her brother so tight she could hear him gasping for air.
“Oh my God, John I almost lost you.” Lisa buried her head into her brother’s warm chest and let her stress come out as tears.
John rubbed her back and said, “Its fine, Lisa! I’m ok and it’s all because you saved me!”
Lisa hugged her brother once more before they escaped out of the rain and into safety.

“Lisa and John Mellows where have you been?” Lisa’s mother was sitting on the couch, her legs crossed, and a pillow tucked under her arm when John and Lisa entered the warm cottage. “Michael, honey, their here do not call the police.”
John locked the door and sat down. “Wow, great timing mom for you two to get here, huh? What were you guys doing…no let me guess. Was it work?” John snickered but received a scolding look from his mother.
Lisa sat down on the overstuffed couch as her mother let her lecture begin, “Now listen to me you two. Your father and I got here just a couple of minutes ago because there was traffic in the highway, ok? Let me tell you something, John, your father and I work very hard to support this family. It is not that we go partying until dawn across Europe and then go and settle down for work. Have some respect for us, ok? Oh and another thing, you both should know better than to hang out in the rain in the woods.”
Lisa’s father entered the loud room and sat down next to his wife. “Now sweetie, calm down. Kids what your mother is saying is all true. We were very worried of where you both were. No one answered the cells, you guys were out of eye sight, and you didn’t leave us a written note of where you both were.”
Lisa sighed and said, “We thought you guys wouldn’t come. We’re sorry that this happened and it won’t happen again, ok?”
Lisa’s mother smiled at her twelve year old daughter and said “Thank you my baby flower for explaining. By the way why are you guys so dirty?”
John stood up, walked upstairs, and slammed his bedroom door.
“I wonder what’s up with him.” Lisa’s father whispered.
Lisa stood up and turned to her parents, God I want to tell you everything. All the things that run through my mind about you guys though I know you wouldn’t understand. I know that you would forget the issue in a month. Why isn’t that you don’t understand? Will you ever? I just know tonight is not the time.
“What is it my baby flower?” Lisa’s mother snapped her daughter back into reality.
“Oh nothing, I just wanted to say thanks for coming, but I’m tired and I just want to get some sleep. Goodnight dad and mom.” Lisa kissed her parent’s on the cheek and scrambled up the stairs.
Before Lisa went to sleep that night she could hear her parents downstairs taking their luggage’s out the door. She peered out the window and saw them escape into their car, run the engine, and leave their children behind.

That morning Lisa ran down the stairs and went down the family photographed walls and into the white marbled kitchen.
“Good morning, sis. How did you sleep?” John sat on the counter, drinking a glass of orange juice. Lisa took out a carton of milk and her chocolate cereal. She washed a spoon and a bowl, poured herself some breakfast and ate. “They left.”
“Oh trust me I noticed that. The first clue was when their siren alarm clocks didn’t disturb my sleep, but the most reassuring hint was when they left this little typed note for us on the kitchen table.” Lisa put down her bowl and walked over to the glitter table,
“Dear Children:
It was a pleasure to have spent some time with you, though your father and I were given new job opportunities that we can not turn down. I hope you both understand how demanding our jobs are but you both are the light in our lives. Your father and I plan to get together with you both soon, though if anything we’ll call you.
With so much love, your mother.”

“I can’t stand it anymore, John. It’s as if the only right thing they ever did was have you and me so we wouldn’t be lonely. How is it that they don’t care? I mean their not buffoons, that’s for sure. I mean if mom can work with the most renown designers in the world and dad can plan out the largest buildings in the world they have to know that were miserable with how their treating us is wrong.”
John shook his head, “Their buffoons, Lisa. If they don’t care about what we feel their stupid, because no matter what we’ll be successful in our own lives. No matter what we’ll always have each other and in the end they’ll be the ones to cry since they didn’t want to participate in their own kids’ lives.”
Lisa nodded her head, understanding her brother’s point. She crept back to her cereal and finished eating her breakfast.

When the siblings were alone in the living room and the grandfather clock rang 12:00 p.m. John looked at his sister and said, “Lisa, I need to tell you something.”
Lisa poked out of her board game and asked, “What is it, John? You look so serious.” She giggled but stopped when she noticed the urgency in her brother’s eyes.
“You remember yesterday when you saved me from falling into that pit hole?”
She nodded and shivered at the thought.
“Before you grabbed my hand did you notice my legs didn’t show?”
Lisa thought and gasped, “Oh my goodness, your right. When I looked at your body I didn’t notice your legs but I must have been too focused on getting you out to even say anything.”
“The reason why I didn’t keep on following you was because I noticed that ditch. I thought something could have been lost there, like a treasure or something, but when I put my hand through the dark shadows of the hole I knew it wasn’t any ordinary ditch. Lisa, when my hand went into the hole it had to go some where else because I felt ice.”
Lisa gasped. How could John feel ice if we’ve never seen snow in the forest?
“Lisa, I know what it is. It’s a portal.”
Lisa’s face dropped. Her eyes widened and her mouth fell open. A portal? But aren’t those things only said in fairytales and fables?
“Lisa, I’m going through the portal. I already packed my things and I’m heading out now before it gets dark.”
“Are you insane? John you can’t, you don’t know where it leads, or if something evil is waiting at the other end.” Lisa screamed at her brother, while the thought of him leaving her forever crossed her mind.
John sighed, “Lisa, what do you expect me to do? Live my life here forever? I’m sixteen; I think I can take care of myself.”
John stood up and grabbed a large backpack behind his chair. He walked up to the door and turned to his sister, “Lisa, my little sister, I love you. I want you to know that no matter what happens. I will always be with you.”
He grabbed the knob and Lisa ran to his side, “John, don’t do this to me.” She wailed, “I have no one else in this planet, but you. You can’t leave me here all alone. John, don’t leave me.” She held onto her brother for strength.
“Lisa, come with me. Come and we can live our lives how we want it. Just you and me out on an adventure forever.”
Lisa looked up at her brother. His eyes promised a life of bold moves but peace as well.
Before thinking it over Lisa’s head nodded and she went upstairs and packed everything she could into her brown, leather backpack.
When she came downstairs her brother stood by the door. “Are you ready?”
Lisa nodded, took one good look at the cottage, and they were out the door never to return.

After one hour of searching for the portal John found it by once again tripping into its hollow ditch.
“Hold on.” Lisa whispered to her brother as she knelt down next to the hole. Her hand trembled but she let it fall through the velvet darkness. A minute after she felt something cold and wet. Her hand searched for something to hold on to but all there was to touch was a thick patch of ice.
Lisa brought out her hand and nodded to her brother, “Let’s go.”
“Lisa, take a breath in, ok?”
Lisa breathed in the mingling scents for the last time and a tear seeped out her eye. She would never see the forest or the cottage, her home, again. Though she knew she wanted to do this, deep down this is what she yearned for, adrenaline.
Lisa took her brother’s hand and they both counted, “One…Two…Three….” They jumped into the portal and into a new life.
Hi Ito Vader congrats on getting your very first contest going! I hope everything goes well and I hope billions of writers enter! In any case I have used this story in the past in a recient contest but I edited a couple of things and wonder how things will go for it in this contest. Other than that thanks for inviting me into your contest and I hope everything goes really good for you! heart blaugh biggrin
Chocolate Coral
Hi Ito Vader congrats on getting your very first contest going! I hope everything goes well and I hope billions of writers enter! In any case I have used this story in the past in a recient contest but I edited a couple of things and wonder how things will go for it in this contest. Other than that thanks for inviting me into your contest and I hope everything goes really good for you! heart blaugh biggrin


thank you very much beccy! oh and...if you want to bring more people in!

to every one--->Thanks for the submissions!@!
A short story: Last Resort

Jaren had been running for days. He had not stopped for food or water, and his last cat nap was 5 hours ago. He felt his mind going numb. He had a keen mind, that was why they wanted him. Why his, his alone, he wasn't sure. Was there something special about Jaren Olec's mind that needed to be pried open and laid bare? He was determined they wouldn't get though. If only he could find somewhere to hide, where their bots couldn't find him, and even the tracker dogs couldn't sniff...

Scanning the area, Jaren noticed nothing. The area was, after all, almost a wasteland. That was why they had chosen it. To deter escapees, and if they did escape, they were trapped. He felt the panic rising. Trapped! The hounds would be here soon...

Jaren forced himself to think calmly and consider his options, which were few. He could continue running, and get caught soon, he could give himself up or...

Jaren shied away from the thought. He had vowed never to resort to that. However this situation was so dire that he felt he had to...

He heard the baying and he steeled himself for what was to come. The dogs and the mechanical whirring of the bots made him tense, ready to spring. As they came in sight, he let off a powerful burst of light that seemed to come from within him.

Seconds later, there was no noise again, except for Jarens' heavy breathing. He looked at the decimation around him. Trees had shattered and burst into flame where they stood, the bots had fried to a crisp and the dogs were simply ashes. He stared at the devastation.

"There was nothing else to do, wasn't there... nothing else..."

A poem:
The Inferno
The red and the gold and the amber flames.
Climbing higher and higher.
Dancing round and round.
The burning inferno is now sired.

And the people stare, standing there.
What was once a heavenly spire
is now a funeral pyre.

The masses know they should assist but
they don't heed.
Spellbound by the seductive fire.

Watching as it climbs higher and higher.

It enters the church and Jesus clatters down,
Blackened and Charred.

Still the people watch, transfixed, unable to look away.

All that are left are the skeletons of buildings
and the people mute, watching.

Poem 2:
Blame my Words
The world can be so complicated, complex.
i see the changes being wrought
by people who don't know
what they are doing.

Can you blame me if I cry?
Send anger to the sky?

It won't do a thing though.
No one is listening here.
On this planet filled with ears,
we turn away from ourselves.

I sat next to Babylon,
and I heard.
The words spoken filled me
and the ones not.

There is greater meaning in the silence
than in all the tongues of man.

So would you blame me if I sighed,
Held my head up and lied?

Our bondage is within ourselves,
only we can set us free.
From constricted mind
and mental poverty.

If I had another day,
I would, to the last,
hold my head up and cry,
remove anger from my lies.
I don't mean to be rude, but when will the winners be posted?

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