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 Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 5:50 pm
♥Welcome To......♥ Like writing? Think you could be the next Stephanie Meyer or better? Then do we have the contest for you!
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 5:51 pm
♥ Each member may post one piece. ♥
♥ Make sure you follow Guild Rules and TOS ♥
♥ All entries are due February 7th.
♥ All entries will be voted on February 8th - 13th with the winner being announced February 14th.
♥ Anything you submit must be your own work. If your work is believed to have come from someone else, on Gaia or any other site, it will be investigated. If found guilty, the owner of said piece will be notified and you will be banned from BHG. ♥
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 5:52 pm
Now that you fit the requirements, here's how to join!
Post: [size=14][color=hotpink][align=center] :heart: I want to enter BHG's Valentine's Day Writng & Poetry Contest! I would like to submit this:
[b] Your entry goes here! [/b]
:heart:[/align][/color][/size] In this thread and we'll add you! 8D
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 5:53 pm
Entry 1:
It was the winter of 2009. I had left Gaia to presue a thing I heard about, I believe they called it life. When that epicly failed, about two months ago, I came back to Gaia. I was mostly just chit chatting about in the chatterbox with no real direction. Then one day out of nowhere I got a guild invite. Well I always found it hard fitting into guilds but I accepted anyways. I was sure after a couple posts I would get bored but no. You can never get bored of the Best Hangout Guild.
I began posting everyday and meeting so many wonderful people. Then one day while messing around in the Games subforum, I met him. I stopped for a second to gaze at his avi. It looked like an old man, very interesting. I don't know why I felt immediatly attached to this weird fello but I immediatly started posting replies to his in the threads.
The next day when I came back to play with this boy some more I saw his avi had changed. Now he wasn't even wearing pants. I giggled to myself before I began posting again. He was just so silly, I just wanted to keep talking to him forever.
As usual we were posting in the Games forum. The particular thread was the true or false game. You had to say something about the avi below you and then they answer if it was true or false. So I started playing this with him. I said, "You think I'm sexy." He wrote that is was false because he hadn't seen me. So I told him he would fall in love with me. Of course he didn't believe me. Over time though, both those would become true.
So I kept on coming back and chatting with him. Another day I remember we were talking in the picture thread. I was trying to prove a point to another guild member that I in fact was sexier than Katy Perry. So I was posting the sexiest pictures of myself I could find. That is when he came into look and I proved to him that he thought I was sexy.
It wasn't much longer after that the whole guild began to notice the bond between us. They even asked us about in the truth or truth thread and made fun of me in one of my own threads. I guess that's about the time we realized it too. From that day on. I just haven't been able to go a second without talking to him. He is my everything. My beloved Demidom.
heart Entry 2
I think that I have found
Upon this wondrous ground
A friend for life, a love
Who is a touch above
Life's mediocrities
That blow in different seas
These special ones on earth
Who've been that way since birth
They touch lightly your heart
And never must you part,
For when you see their eyes
There can be no good-byes
So walk this way with me
Along this pathway free,
I shall not bind or tie
Our love or it would die
heart Entry 3
A day of laugh,
a day of love
a day of wishes
from above.
Wheather they come true or not
does not really matter
because sometimes new hearts are found
and most just get shattered.
The day that i am speaking of
is sure enough to tell
you've known it all too long
and you know it all too well.
the day when cupid weilds his bow
and shoots the guilded arrow
untill it hits a love-lorn-loser
but quite a charming fellow.
if you know not of the spoken day
i will tell you in a formal way
here it is i have to say
the day of speeking is Valentines day
heart Entry 4
Laying here, looking at the night sky
Thinking when I will see you again
Smiling, looking at the stars
Remembering, your eyes and how they shined
Wondering, as I close my eyes
When Will I see you again
See your smiles, laugher
And be close to you for another day
Thinking how we will be when we lay down
Looking at both the night sky and each other
And How I will hug you under the stars
It will be a moment that will be cherish forever
Later on, as we are walking down the road
I’ll take your hand, as everything falls into place
Putting my arms around your waist
Looking at your eyes, then I’ll….
As the Night Sky Embrace Us. Entry 5
If it can be anything, even creepy-ness, then here.
Stillness. Blankness. Silence. Complete, utter silence. The stark white walls enveloping their victim. She runs. She keeps running until she can’t breathe any longer. It’s useless. She crashes to the ground. She looks around frantically, trying to spot an exit. The silence is somehow deafening. She covers her ears to drown out the piercing soundlessness. She screams. A bloodcurdling, horrific, fearsome, scream. Loud enough to shatter a thousand windows simultaneously. If there were any.
She screams again. This time, nothing comes out of her mouth. She startles, falling backwards. She screams again. No sound. The silence is back. The motionlessness is starting to seem even eerier than before. The room is closing in on her. She screams once more, and this time her voice magnifies to reach every corner of the room. She keeps screaming, as if it will stop the walls from eating her alive. Her throat runs dry. No sound comes out. The walls close in, faster, bloodthirsty. She panics, looking around frantically. She looks down. The ground beneath her is a dark, deep red. It’s slowly spreading to cover all visible surfaces.
She jumps up, frightened. She looks around. The entire surface around her is blood red. She spins around to a pressure on her back. The south wall has completely enclosed on her. She spins around once more. The other walls are just inches away. With one last scream, she closes her eyes and jumps into the air while the walls pack her tight between them. She waits, eyes closed tight. There is no pain. The walls continue to push her even tighter. Still, there is no pain. She stops struggling. She opens her eyes. She is curious.
She looks around, and sees her bedroom. It is dark, but light enough to make out shapes. She slowly sits up in her bed. A sharp pang shoots down her spine. She breathes in some cool, clean air as slow as possible, savoring it. She stares at her door, expecting it to spring open, expecting somebody to enter and sentence her to a long, painful death, just like the last time. –-But she can’t think about the last time—. Nothing happened. She didn’t move. She looked around, making sure she was really in her room. She reached to pull the covers off of her, and found that they were already gone. They were tangled up at the foot of the bed, from her kicking and thrashing. That explained her shivering body.
She slowly moved her legs to the side of the bed. She looked over it, and saw nothing out of the ordinary. She stepped onto the floor. She stood up; shifting from one foot to the other, testing the floor to make sure it wouldn’t collapse. She looked around again. She spotted her small window, next to her nightstand. She walked over to it. She stared at it, taking in every detail. The chipped wooden frame, the polished marble sill, the glossy glass of the pane. She touched the glass and slowly moved her hand down to the bottom. She then looked out the window. She saw the lake that had been there for no one knows how long.
They called it the Lake of Eternity. It was deep black, filled with mysterious creatures of the sea, creatures of the night. It was longer than any other waterway, stretching from the United States to Japan. It was extremely thin, unlike most vast bodies of water. Few people could actually see it, what lies beneath the surface. The external view seemed somewhat innocent. Everybody who had seen it thought it was just very dirty. That’s because a significantly small amount of people had seen the true side of the lake; the eternal life that lurked within, confined to the darkness that the lake provided.
She apprehensively opened her window. Smooth wind flew through it and engulfed her. She jumped back, not expecting that. The wind died down, as if sensing her fear. She smiled to herself weakly. She stepped back up to the window. She stared into the beautiful lake that she called home. The sky above was still a deep black, with many twinkling forms scattered about it. That meant nighttime. Her haven. She contemplated taking a short trip to the lake again. She loved the feeling of the warm, clear water on her skin. It was much homier than the inside of a house. She didn’t belong in such a place. She was a creature of the night. She craved the company of her fellows, but knew that it was something she could not have at this moment. She must wait until the time was right.
She sighed a long, dreamy sigh. She despised the wait. It would come soon, she told herself. Just not soon enough. She took one last, deep breath of fresh, outdoor air. She closed her window quickly rather than slowly, to ease the pain of seeing her world disappear. She backed away from the window, then felt the backs of her knees hit the bed. She sat. The sheets were covered in cold sweat. She spread the tangled cover over the bed, and lay underneath it. She faced the ceiling. It was painted black. It gave her a sense of relief. It represents the night. She rolled over. She looked at her bright blue walls that her mother had insisted on painting that color. ‘Black is too depressing, sweetheart.’ Her mother had said. She sighed. She stared stonily at the wall, forming shapes in her mind, seeing nothing but the lake she craved to be within. She slowly drifted into a dream-filled sleep, peaceful and restful, dreaming about that one thing she wanted most in the world. Entry 6
I never thought I would find my one true love
A gift like you is surely sent from above
As I walked this road called life and the many paths it took me through
From butterflys in my stomach to the pain of heartbreak
It finally took me to you
I had almost given up, thinking everyone was just the same
From damaging heartbreaks to playing the most childish games
But you came along just like the wind!
Fast and stong, yet gentle and calm
No games played, only growing love every waking day
My heart smiles whenever I think about our future and what it brings
Disagreements, much laughter and many delightful things
A new house, a firstborn child, growing up and growing old
This true love felt in my soul I never thought I could behold.
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 5:54 pm
♥ 1st Place = 10,000g ♥
♥ 2nd Place = 6,000g ♥
♥ 3rd Place = 4,000g ♥
♥ Depending on how many entries we receive by the seventh the winner will be decided by either a poll if there is ten or less, or if there is more than ten, the crew will each vote on their favorite, which will then be added into a poll for the guild to vote on. 8D ♥
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 5:55 pm
[The winners entries will be placed here!]
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 6:37 pm
Good Luck to everyone! heart
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 6:42 pm
What sort of writing? Poem or short story or anything? Thanks
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 6:44 pm
Mystic Starfire What sort of writing? Poem or short story or anything? Thanks Yes 3nodding
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 6:48 pm
xD i meant to make that change before this went public. YOU PEOPLE MOVE TO FAST FOR ME!
but good luck everyone!
*runs off*
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 7:36 pm
so it can be a poem? cause thats the only thing i can do sweatdrop 3nodding
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 7:37 pm
Yes it can be a poem, long story, short story, and any type of writing.
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 7:38 pm
blueRose98 so it can be a poem? cause thats the only thing i can do sweatdrop 3nodding That's all you can do with that attitude. talk2hand
Yup. Any form of writing is acceptable. =D
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 7:47 pm
thebeautyofpain blueRose98 so it can be a poem? cause thats the only thing i can do sweatdrop 3nodding That's all you can do with that attitude. talk2hand
Yup. Any form of writing is acceptable. =D lo im seriouse, i can do an ok love story, but itd take em a long time (procrastenation..) lol thanks 4laugh
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 7:49 pm
blueRose98 thebeautyofpain blueRose98 so it can be a poem? cause thats the only thing i can do sweatdrop 3nodding That's all you can do with that attitude. talk2hand
Yup. Any form of writing is acceptable. =D lo im seriouse, i can do an ok love story, but itd take em a long time (procrastenation..) lol thanks 4laugh You are who you choose to be. If you choose to be a bad writer, you will be a bad writer. blaugh
Give it a shot? If you don't like it don't submit it. blaugh
No problem, it's what I'm here for! 8D
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