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 Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 11:57 am
Well now....Obviously tis a writing contest XD
In truth I want to see the extent of peoples skills! What better way then to write a Short Story hm? ^_^
Ofcourse im not gonna force you to join it, im not a mean Captain like that XD
As far as it goes...
You can type up your stories in a written document, for spell check and other such things.
When they are done simply copy past in here!
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 11:09 am
Each story should have the following up at the top of their stories!
GaiaSN ~ YOUR NAME GOES HERE
Genre ~ THE GENRE GOES HERE
Type ~ Yaoi/Yuri/Het BOLD THE ONE YOU CHOOSE
It is a... ~ Original Story/Fanfiction Story AGAIN, BOLD THE ONE YOU CHOOSE
If its a Fanficton its a... ~ ONLY IF ITS A FANFICTION
The Title ~ YOUR TITLE GOES HERE
for example....
GaiaSN ~ Lunatic_Niyne
Genre ~ Romance
Type ~ Yaoi/Yuri/Het
It is a... ~ Original Story/Fanfiction Story
If its a Fanfiction its a... ~ South Park
The Title ~ One Lost and Better Gained
Im not too sure about prizes but....
FIRST ------- 6000 GOLD + working with the Captain to set up the next RP + Possible CREW membership if you want it
SECOND --- 4000 GOLD + Working with the Captain to set up the next RP
THIRD ------ 2000 GOLD
if those arent good then by all means tell me....the Mule has gotten no donations so....yeah as far as items go its useless....
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 11:24 am
This contest is officially OPEN on the 1/17/10!
This contest is officially CLOSED on 1/27/10!
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 7:07 pm
GaiaSN ~ Nova retry
Genre ~ Romance
Type ~ Yaoi/Yuri/Het
It is a... ~ Original Story/Fanfiction Story
If its a Fanficton its a... ~ ONLY IF ITS A FANFICTION
The Title ~ What it feels like to be a friend...and nothing more.
((Not sure how long you wanted this but it came from the top of my head...if it needs to be longer let me know.))
It was quiet in the house but not much had gone on in a few days. A boy sat in is room on a bed that hadn't been made in a few days. He had been sitting there for a while, phone in hand. His other hand gently placed on his knee slowly moving to his brown hair stroking gently to try to calm down. He let out a long sigh as his phone began to play the familiar ringtone that indicated a new message. The boy opened his phone scanning it over with focus not letting him get distracted. The boy's face was emotionless and had not changed until he finished the message. The boy's muscles relaxed in his face as he thought of what the message said. It simply said "No, sorry i hope this doesn't change anything between us. You are a good friend and everything and i don't want that to change anything between us." Tears began to form in the boy's eyes as he thought about the taste of rejection and how things would unfold from there on. Would they ever be the same? they are so close but in his head they would never be anything more then friends.
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hauntingnightmare Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2010 10:50 am
GaiaSN ~ hauntingnightmare
Genre ~ Romantic
Type ~ Yaoi/Yuri/Het
It is a... ~ Original Story/Fanfiction Story
If its a Fanficton its a... N/A
The Title ~ Whisper
( Thought I'd try too as someone posted biggrin Sorry...I got a bit carried away > 3>;; so yeah...ill just leave it like this unless ya want a full novel xD;; )
A tuely magnificent day it had been. So wonderful. So fun. So enjoyable.
With vivid colours floating in the air, splattered among the floor, on the walls and ceiling even. It had been the best of his life.
And with solid steps, he strolled almost far too casually along a solid path, a brisk wind shaking the coat of the simple man. Though simple was probably far from the correct word that should have been used to describe such a man.
Deep hazel eyes, narrow and sharp started off into the endless beyond before him, a coat, streched up high, black fibers brushing his tanned skin.
Like a pale orange once peeled he looked as he stepped beneath a ray of sharp yellow, the street lamp only making his black coat glisten with white and red.
Yes red. A pure crimson, deep and dark. Teechous, misleading, revealing...
A deed had been done by this hazel eyed man, the man with longs of streaming gold. He'd committed a sin, a wonderful sin that displayed art at its fullest, and not even a hint of guilt lingered upon him.
A murder had been committed with those hands. The victim, staining his clothes, yet not his soul.
Insanty was a funny think when one seemed too look at it. Although a deviation of the social norms and mental health was what made one different, or even, mentally ill, it was, in a way completely wrong, for those who followed the norm too him, seemed...ill.
A chuckle slipped past covered lips, each fribre of the frabric brushing those lips, tracing over the cracks. His hand rose, and with those fingers hooked, he reached for his golden locks, firmly pressing the tips of each covered finger agaisnt his head, and with a smoothness, that seemed almost impossible, they trailed though the locks, decorating the rays of sunshine with ruby droplets.
Ahh...how wonderful.
Yet as his walk, so calm, so peaceful contiued, a noise, amongst the sound of crashing waves and howling winds seemed to catch his ears, each sniffle, each grumble. They seemed so clear, and like a lightbuld finally flickered off to rest, he'd changed completely.
With his knew skin, his look had turned kind, caring, washing away all manic tendancies from both his face, and mind, having stored them away for another time.
Stepping off the path, cobbles, stones, glass, shells. They meet his feet, and he crushed each one with a more gentler step. The sound of the crying returning with a clearer sound, more louder, more...
It was a boy. No later than 19 years of age, with midnight hair that almost would have merged with the surrounding darkeness had it not been surronded by a white shirt.
His head was down, pressed deeply to what could have been though of as his knees, but at such an angle, and in such a darkness, it was truthfully hard too tell what was there holding his crossed arms up.
Stepping closer with quiet steps, yes quiet, he felt it wrong to disturb such a person just yet, but he found no will, no desire to turn away, a frightening thought simply due to the fact if that light was flickered on, if this boy wore even a speck of red, that side, his muderous side would come on.
With his approaching, it became clear, that there was an apron, or somthing of a similar sort on the boys body, both ties, clearly visable from the back, standing out clearly agaisnt the pristine shirt.
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 7:39 pm
GaiaSN ~ RoseCullen18
Genre ~ Romance
Type ~ Yaoi/Yuri/Het
It is a... ~ Original Story/Fanfiction Story
If its a Fanfiction its a... ~ Dexter
The Title ~ A Smile and a Touch
((yeah, so noone had done a FanFic yet, so i decided i'd give it a shot, well here goes something))
Dexter sighed to himself as he listened to Angel ramble on about Karma, as he had the past week or so. He was wondering why anyone would believe anything so stupid as cosmic backlash, when he felt the hunger stir again, and the whispers start up. Just like they always do, it had been 28 days, 16 hours and 44 minutes since his last kill, he was begining to wonder if his ploy of being an addict was actually becoming true. He breathed heavily to himself in a form of laugh as that was all he could do in front of Angel, his mind wandered back a month or so ago when Rita had ended it when she had found out about his 'addiction' to herione. As if i would ever do something so stupid he thought to himself. Drugs make you stupid, and being stuppid gets you caught.... Harry would never allow that at that thought, he had a flash of his adopted father gripping his arm and saying. "tell me Dex! what is rule Number 1?" he even saw himself replying in the same manner he always did, "don't get caught".
After he had Finally managed to talk Angel out of his lab, he got started on the work he had been neglecting, bloodspatter was his speciality and he was Good at it. he had just finished the report on the homocide he had started when He came in. what everyone else saw as a rude glare at him as he was shoved over, Dexter saw an appraising smile and a chance to get closer. Not many people know Dexters other secret, but Doakes did, and he replied in kind. as he absenmindedly explained the blood spatter found on the wall, he felt Doakes brush his arm on the way to grab the report and saw the promising smile. In that instant the monster inside him quieted down, and he replied in kind when noone was looking. That one smile and a touch was all it took to make Dexter Morgan, Blood Spatter Forensics and Serial Killer extrordinaire, turn himself into a small regular child like he had wished he was waiting for candy. he would get it in due time, but for now, all it took was a smile, and a touch.
((btw, Dexter is great show, you should watch it, and i made sure none of the charries were Too OOC, hope you like it, if someone could give me some feedback, it would be appreciated, that was my first believe it or not that wasnt required for school))
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