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okay this is a writing contest obviously. Okay well you have to write a story or poem about anything!

I will have two seperate contest going on in one

Poem Requirements:

Must be a minimum of 12 lines but no more then 25.
Have minimal grammar errors and make sense.
You can write about anything happy, sad,dark, creepy, Et Cetra.


Story requirements
Must be long and detailed but no linger then 30 Paragraphes.
Very few Grammar errors.
can write about anything but its got to be eye catching



Winners for the poems:

first prize: 2k
second prize:1k
third prize: 500gg


winners for the story

First prize: 4k
second prize: 2k
third prize: 1K


This Contest starts now! But will only go on until the 23rd. then i will pick the winners and announce them on the 26th Have fun and post your entries here ALL ENTRIES MUST HAVE A TITLE .

P.s. If i dont get more then four of each entry type i will cancel the contest

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removing my entry since not enough entries were received... stressed

(Story Entry)
Our story begins with a young girl named Olivine, living in a small village with her mother. Olivine, like many of the others in her village, had dark hair and pale green eyes. To make a living, her mother sold magical pendants, used to heal, curse, or any number of things. For as long as she could remember, Olivine’s mother had told stories of their village being full of legendary creatures and magical objects long ago, with Unicorns, Dragons, and mystic magicians roaming out in the open. For protection, she gave her a special pendant on a necklace. “This will always watch over you for the dreaded day when they return,” she had said, “but, for now, it will give you good dreams.” Olivine had shared these stories with the other children, but none believed.
Olivine spent her days reading in the local library, full from top to bottom with interesting books for enjoyment and knowledge. From the day she had started reading to this specific day, she had read every book on its shelves at least once. Olivine had been having difficulties deciding what to reread next, and she went through shelf after shelf, running her fingers along each title, almost as if she were trying to feel which book to choose.
Not far away, a smaller boy named Dean was running, trying to get home as fast as he could. His house was just behind the library, and so he figured he should take a shortcut and leave out the back door. This had not been the first time he was in a hurry towards home, and surely his mother would scold him for it. He ran through the doors of the library and down the middle isle just where Olivine was standing. Dean made a move to avoid her in the exact moment she switched to look at the opposite shelf, causing quite a collision. They crumpled to the floor, heads reeling. And without notice, Olivine’s necklace came off, and the pendant smashed on the floor.
“Sorry,” Dean said as he hurriedly stood and ran away.
Olivine rubbed the spot where her head and hit the bone in his shoulder and started to get up herself. I was not until her stepped back toward the bookshelf and heard the cracking of glass did she look down to find her smashed pendant on the ground. She had owned that pendant for most of her life, and seeing it so broken brought a tear to her eye. Picking up the remains, she carefully made her way out of the library and back home to tell her mother what had happened.
“Mom,” she called into the house after she stepped through the door. There was only silence in reply. “Mother!” she called again. She walked all through the kitchen, living room, and even her mother’s bedroom, and did not find her. It was odd that her mother was not home yet, but not unheard of. She must be busy, then, Olivine told herself. She sat at the table awaiting her mother’s return. Time sauntered on, moving at such a slow pace that Olivine had wished she had gotten a book before returning home. She would have enjoyed starting a bit of a story before having to tell the one of her broken pendant.
It was later still, and her mother had not arrived home yet. Being nearly dinner time, Olivine grew concerned. Was her mother doing alright? She stood from the couch and decided to visit her mother’s pendant cart to see why she was not yet home, but when she arrived, there was no one there. Now completely filled with worry, she went to the nearest home and asked the man who answered the door if he had seen her mother recently.
“I saw her earlier,” he said, “just at the pendant cart like normal. I didn’t see her leave, but if she is not there, she must have.”
Olivine thanked the man, though he did not provide much help, and continued on back home. Her mind twisted itself into knots trying to figure out where her mother could have gone to. They had no other family in this village. Could she be with the midwife? There was only one way to be sure. Olivine changed direction and headed, instead, to the little cottage covered in trees at the edge of a forest.
Just as she was about to knock on the midwife’s door, she caught a glimpse of black flowing hair in the corner of her eyes. Hoping to see her mother, Olivine looked, and was sorely mistaken. There stood, just before the forest edge, a delicate black horse with shiny hooves and a polished horn protruding from its forehead. Olivine was so shocked; she stood frozen with her hand in the air as if she still intended to knock on the door. The creature had caught sight of her as well, and sprinted back into the safety of the forest.
The midwife opened her door, leaving to get more hawthorn leaves for one of her patients, and noticed the young daughter standing in her doorway, eyes fixated upon the forest. “Hello, dear. Your mother is inside. Not doing too well, I’m afraid.” The midwife squeezed past Olivine and left to gather her leaves. Coming back to her senses, she stepped inside and over to the bed where her mother lay on a bed next to another holding an unconscious woman.
Her mother opened her eyes as Olivine sat on a tiny stool next to her tiny bed, and a sad smile came to her face. “Olivine, your pendant. It is gone.”
Confused, she asked, “How did you know?”
She gave a deep sigh and grabbed her daughter’s hand. “I never told you about that pendant. It held the world I told to you of in your stories. Long ago, a magician had hidden it all from the world. When your pendant broke, it unleashed not only the creatures, but a curse among the remaining magicians.” She glanced over at the unconscious woman next to her. “I am lucky to still be speaking.”
Olivine felt water welling up behind her eyes. “A curse?”
“Yes. You must find a way to put the curse back into a pendant.”
Olivine nodded slowly, completely unsure of the task at hand. She rose and ran as fast as she could to the library. She remembered reading once on mythological magic, and so she circled around the shelves until she found it. She cracked open the cover and flipped to the page she was sure she would find her answer. She read aloud,
“….many believed that magic was a thing to be punished. Many towns began suspecting witches, and burned them at the stake before evidence was found. It was said that many actual magic beings went into hiding and separated their world from humans. There were different methods in this, the most popular being underground practice of magic and using some sort of barrier to hold their magic, unleashing a curse upon those who break it.”
She skipped to further down the page.
“…some old witnesses have said that to create this barrier, the magician gave their life in return for the rest of the world’s protection, as the enchantment needed a life to seal the barrier permanently.”
Olivine stared at the last sentence she had read. She had to sacrifice herself? She wasn’t even sure that she was a magician, but her mother had told her that she needed to do it. However, she noticed the book only says a life is needed, not the life of the magician. In theory, she could use a bug instead of risking her own life. But then again, did the life have to be magical to be able to seal it? And then if she did find some other life to use, how would she create the barrier to be sealed? Olivine had a lot of questions and no one in good health to answer them. She figured she would have to continue reading.
She walked over to the owner of the library, an old, wizened man, and asked, “You don’t, by chance, have a book on spells, do you?”
The man’s brow furrowed as he sized her up. “Spells? What would such a young child need a fantasy book for?”
She sighed. “To be honest, it’s a long story.”
The man nodded and gestured to his back room. “Come with me. I think I have just what you’re looking for.” In his back room, there was only a desk with stacks and stacks of books covering its surface. He pulled a few book off one stack, placed then on another stack and removed one from the bottom and held it out to Olivine. “This ought to do the trick.”
Seeing there was no title on the cover, she opened the book and flipped until she found the Table of Contents, finding all sorts of spells.
“The one you need,” the old man pointed to one of the spells on the long list, “will be this one.” The words were in Latin, and so Olivine could not understand what the words said, but turned to the designated page.
On the page, there were only two words. Abscondas mundi. Olivine nearly read the words out loud, but thought better of it. “Thank you,” she said as she turned and hurried away.
Her feet carried her all the way back to the midwife’s house, and the sight she came upon disturbed her. There was a large dragon, its teeth dipping with crimson blood that was escaping from a thin tree on the floor beside it. Upon closer inspection, the tree was moving, but just barely, and the leaves were strung together more like hair. Olivine realized that the tree was a Dryad, or a tree nymph. The dragon blew a ring of smoke, spread its wings, and flew off. Olivine went over to the nymph and bent down beside it. The nymph only shook her head and covered her face with her leaves.
Olivine, without realizing, spoke the words on that had been on the pages of the book in her hand without looking. “Abscondas mundi.”
Instantly, she saw mystical beings of all kind surround her, from unicorns to elves to satyrs. Together, they all at once stepped toward the nymph and vanished. The bleeding nymph then started to shrink, and the colors of her leaves smoothed together. There was a bright flash of light, and Olivine closed her eyes. When she opened them again, all that was left of the mystical world was a glass pendant shaped like a Dryad.
And life returned back to normal for Olivine. Her mother regained her health and their family lived happily.

Yeah I'm inspired ! xd Here's another entry... hope you like it! whee

Love Me Again ♥

I’m not suppose to love you
I’m not suppose to care
I’m not suppose to live my life
Wishing you were there

I’m not suppose to wonder
Where you at or what you do
I’m sorry, I can’t help myself
I’m still in love with you

Baby, please don’t tell me it’s over
If you stay, I promise, I’d hold you forever
With those sweet smiles, I’ll always remember
The happy moments when we’re together

I hope the love that once existed
Would have me back just as I wanted
To renew your trust and love that I wasted
I still long for your love that never lasted

Please take me back, you won’t regret
You have given me everything I won’t forget
“I love you” are the words that I said
And forever, I’ll stay beside you ‘till the end

Just tell me if you still love me
And I would mean it too
But if you refuse to take me once again
Forever I’ll cherish you.