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 Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2009 10:46 pm
Post your haiku, poem, prose, short story, anything here! This contest will end March 1st to give you guys time to create and post!~
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Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2009 10:47 pm
OPEN 2/7/09
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Make it wonderful like always and enjoy!~
~Prizes will be announced later~
~Contest will end Sunday 3/1/09~
Good luck and Have fun~!
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2009 3:02 am
Sweet beans~!
;D
Can't wait to see what gets entered~
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2009 3:46 pm
A-Q-Kabuto Sweet beans~! ;D Can't wait to see what gets entered~
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2009 7:14 pm
How many entries can we enter?
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2009 7:37 pm
Just enter one for now. If this goes good, then I'll separate the contests into sections. ^_^
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2009 10:52 am
Oh wow. I was waiting for a writing contest. heart
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2009 10:54 am
Mistress
She left again
struts past the front gate.
Through the fields of corn
she often returns late.
I don't know what she does
in those fields all day.
What does she do there
that she can't do at home?
All she does is eat and play and
sometimes she sleeps
the day away.
When I want her attention
she turns me away.
It seems that unless I achieve perfection
she does things only her way.
Every time I want to snuggle
or curl up at her side
she just opens one eye and
gives me a stinging reply.
She is not all bad and
she has much of my love.
She is my favorite companion
and listens to me and
my problems without judgment.
She never shouts at me
or demand that I keep house.
She just looks at me and accepts
the life I have given her.
Here she comes
with the same casual strut,
walks past the front gate.
She leaps upon my chair
a grin of triumph on her face.
She stares at me
and I comply.
I pet here head;
she gives a purr.
I’m glad for her company.
I really love this cat of mine.
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2009 10:57 am
This is a brand new style I just learned.
Life in a Boat
The world is a boat and I’m in it
Going like Hell with the breeze.
Sailing through life so fast
There is no time to stop and smell the roses.
Going like Hell with the breeze
I feel like I will be blown over.
There is no time to stop and smell the roses
My life is one fast pace nightmare.
I feel like I will be blown over
The wind that the world thrusts upon me is too great.
My life is one fast pace nightmare
Maybe when I die I’ll get a break.
The wind that the world thrusts upon me is too great.
Sailing through life so fast
Maybe when I die I’ll get a break.
The world is a boat and I’m stuck in it.
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Posted: Tue Feb 17, 2009 11:56 am
Quote: I feel a strange, horrible pain in my side- first a dull throb, then a pulling tearing sensation. It's so sudden and out of the blue I don't react as swiftly as I should. I can't believe I was caught by surprise, by that back stabbing scum-sucker. Knowing that if given the chance, he'd likely kill me... or anyone else here I've got to once again put Tr'da back in line. I can't have him upsetting the balance. It's so fragile to begin with. Spinning around knocking him off of me I head-butt him in the side and send him reeling back, he tries to escape but I get a head of him. Tr'da can't seem to get it into his sad little head that just because he's smaller than me, doesn't mean he's faster than me. Until reciently, I've settled for just letting him off just like that... but, not this time. Not now that there are new additions here, new young and small additions to this place. Not now that his acting out has become more frequent and more drastic. Tr'da tries to quickly turn away to keep from running into me but I knock him down again. I see the others watching in the distance. They don't know anything about our sly little friend, and that might be for the best. The littler ones have only just got used to living here... I'd rather they think they are living with a sometimes aggressive and scary Tangant, than know that they live with a killer Tr'da. Not that it's his fault really, it's part of what he is to thirst for the blood of his fellows upon coming of age. So I shouldn't blame him too much, but then again... he doesn't even try to control himself. "Oh come on, Tangant I'm just having some fun. Why do you always gotta pick on me like this." He speaks loud enough for the others to hear from their distance away, but they cannot see the hunger and malice in his coal black eyes. With out speaking to him, I hit him again as he makes an attempt to leave and glare at him. "Don't I just make you so angry?" he giggles in a softer more sinister tone that betrays his harmless appearence. "You have no idea." We stare at each other for a few more moment, and I move back then go as if to hit him one last time but with more momentum. he flees crawling faster than I thought he could into the trees to hide among the large leaves. I sigh as I watch him disappear. Ri, the smallest and the newest to our territory comes up to me slowly and shyly but speaks surprisingly boldly. "He deserved it didn't he?" She comes from an extensive clan and each sect of it is very much alike, peaceful, quiet, calm, and sometimes they are even described as passive and fearful. Somehow Ri ended up with very few of those traits. "He always does." I answer lightly as I go to leave. "I knew it." I hear Ri behind me congratulate herself as she too goes off, probably back to chase the lights and shadows that play across the rocks and plants. For now everything is the way it should be, and I'm relieved. ;3 Can you guess who/what the characters actually are? I tried to make it as ambiguous as possible, because that makes it just a bit more fun~ But the events are true, I saw them play out just a few days ago. It was pretty amazing. ._. Never mind I couldn't think of anything else but still wanted to post a short story for this contest.
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2009 11:16 am
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Posted: Mon Mar 02, 2009 10:19 pm
THIS WILL END THIS FRIDAY (3/6)
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 3:33 pm
Sorry I haven't been checking recently I have been on a quest for 2 frostbite blades and that has been taking up time, plus I have other games to play but here is my entry. The Depart of a God Okati strode down the familar corridors, his armor stretching and rubbing together without a sound. His armor was sleek and black, chainmail made by the drow he lived with, yet he never felt like one of them. No he never was one, and he will never be one. Okati quickly turned a corner as a dart hissed past where he just stood, Okati had heard the silent intruder only a few moments before. But that astonished Okati, he heard the drow! He heard silence! How could that be? Okati continued on his way walking down the long hallway, at the end would be a large door made out of stone, to move it on one's own would be a godly feat. Okati of course knew the triggering word that would open it but he didn't mind, even if that dart had found its way to Okati's back it would not have caused him any damage, it would have hurt but Okati would not be stopped. Okati heard the silent approach of the would be killer behind him, but there it was again, he heard silence. Okati shut the thought out of his head and kept walking down the hallway. He heard the silent drow crank the cross bow, he heard the silent and careful drow slowly and silently pull that trigger. Okati didn't even turn around he just moved to the side and the dart whistled by. Okati still didn't turn around he liked this 'game' this macarbe game in which the silent drow tried to kill one who could not be killed. Okati kept walking down and the door way was almost within reach. The silent, careful, and persistent drow kept on coming, he fired again. Okati again moved this time it seemed as if he just hovered to the side. Okati said the triggering word "Huma" As the door creaked open Okati walk through the threshold, inside the doorway was nothing, just blackness. Yet the silent, careful, persistent, and skillful drow threw everything away, in a moment of desperation he ran full speed down the hallway and clicked the crossbow's trigger. The dart found its way to Okati's heart, yet Okati didn't move he took it like a statue. The drow stopped right in front of Okati, mouth hanging open in a silent prayer. The two stood in front of each other like that for a few moments then the drow finally said "Who are you?" Okati smirked and responded "I am Vhaerun, and you are dead." The drow did not even see the blow, he did not even feel the blade enter his heart, he did not even care. He had just tried to kill his god! For only the reason of "The drow had creeped him out" Vhaerun/Okati smiled at the body of the dead drow, he saw the soul being removed from the body, and then slowly walk through the doorway that Vhaerun/Okati had just opened. Vhaerun/Okati turned and followed the soul, for his time had ended in the world of drow.
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Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2009 10:15 pm
Good stories guys!
I think Omen, at the end, after you announce that Okati is really Vhaerun, just call him Vhaerun....^_^
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Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2009 10:19 pm
So I decided that this is what I'm going to do.
Since there are 4 entries, 2 poems and 2 short stories, I am going to split them up. (Also because I loved the entries too much)
WINNERS:
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Short Story:
1. A-Q-Kabuto///2000 gold
2. Omen 37///1000 gold
Poems:
1. Archemedies///2000 gold
2. Taya Sethchamar///1000 gold
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