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 Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 8:48 am
Time for a new contest!
This contest is self-explanatory, write me a story!!
Rules:
Must be at least five paragraphs long!
Must have at least ten sentences in each paragraph!
No copy/pasting!
The contest will last for two weeks! (Start date: 05/02/11)
Details:
I want to read something that will make my heart pound and fall in love with the characters! I want to be able to read it again and again!! I want action, romance, gruesome horror and science fiction!
Prizes!!
15k for third.
20k for second.
30k for first!
Good luck!
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 4:39 pm
I got an 150 page book based on a wolf pack trying to survive. It has everything except Sci-fi... and I don't have my thumb drive with me.
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2011 6:18 am
Hold on, let me open the folder with the fanfiction I'm writing. Okay, here's and excerpt from my newest fanfiction, A Tale of Two SPARTANs, find me on fanfictio.net for the rest of the story, author name: Sandrock62....Oh, and "Means talking" Means thinking
Morning Sun’s voice is cold and metallic; as if the time before we drop is some insignificant number he had to recite. Morning Sun is the Hidden Truth’s AI. He’s a by-the-numbers sort of AI, and he doesn’t try to mask this with some sort of fake personality algorithm, which I respect. Although he’s by the numbers, he does care for the crew… in a roundabout sort of way.
His voice snaps me out of my reverie and I make sure that everything checks out with my armor and the pod. It does, the mechanics on this ship had been training for a mission like this for years now and they weren’t going to ******** up anything.
with a lurch, the pod ejects from the Hidden truth and we begin our descent into the atmosphere of Julliard Prime. We’d timed the launch with a local meteor shower, so we didn’t expect to get shot down. I open the comm with Mathew I hear a chuckle from the other side with that, the line goes dead and I can see that we’ve entered the upper atmosphere. The hull of the pod begins to glow bright red as the friction from the descent heats the pod to super-hot temperatures. I smile, the pod would hold.
The pod hits the ground with a bone-shuddering crash. I punch the firing stud and the door is blown away. Stepping out into the night air of Julliard, I can see that Mathew has done the same for his pod and is already grabbing his gear from inside of his pod. I do the same, and we meet at the halfway point between our two pods. I nod and we set out south, keeping alert for any signs that our pods were being investigated. We were pretty sure they wouldn’t be, but it didn’t hurt to make sure.
We didn’t see any sign of any guards until we were about a half of a click away from the first target. It was a small patrol, even by Covenant standards, just one Elite. Whispers Mathew over the comm, which strikes me as funny. The Elite couldn’t hear our comm channels, so there was no way he could hear Mathew speak. Mathew picked up a small rock and tossed it behind the Elite, where it smacked against a tree for a satisfying crack. The Elite whirled around, turning his back to Mathew and me. It would prove to be his undoing. In the moment that spanned between the Elite turning around and starting to turn back, Mathew darted from cover and stabbed the Elite in the back of the throat with the Energy Dagger. The Elite gargled something in its alien tongue and went limp, dropping like a rock as Mathew withdrew his blade. He dragged the body out of sight and, after we’d hidden the body in some brush, continued on our ‘quest’. It was odd how quiet this world was, there weren’t any signs of wildlife on the planet. The only thing you could here was the distant sounds of production coming from the shipyards…
An hour later:
Mathew whispered over the comm. I could hear him chuckle I saw him pop out from behind the storage crates and pepper a squad of grunts with his AR. The Elite leading them didn’t have time to make a command; he was too busy taking a round through the eye, courtesy of me. As the grunts saw their leader drop, they panicked and became even easier targets to take down. I muttered, informing Mathew that it’d been three seconds since we’d initiated our plan to take out the local Anti-air network. It was pretty straight forward, we go in, we shut the network down, and then we destroy the guns themselves. Another scout squad rounded the corner and saw the carnage we’d started, but again, we didn’t give them time to react. The bark of Mathew’s AR and my rifle stopped them from crying out. He wasn’t bothering with a silencer; he’d be right in the middle of the battle, so his shots didn’t have to be quiet. Mine did though, and another puff from my rifle cut the life of another Elite short. I smiled, this was what really got me going, the hunt, the pitting of one mind against another, and the satisfaction that came from coming out on top.
We progressed through the base quickly, well, Mathew did, I was still on the cliff overlooking the base. Another Elite popped up, this one touting a Fuel Rod Cannon. Just as I was about to drop it, Mathew jumped from behind cover and threw his dagger. The Elite was surprised for a second to see one of its own kind’s weapons coming towards it, and the dagger skewered the idiotic creature through the head. It dropped it’s weapon and Mathew quickly ran up and retrieved it, trading it for his AR. With a battle cry of Mathew used to the fuel rod gun to blast a hole in the in infrastructure of the anti-air battery. He then emptied the rest of the clip into the area around the hole, cleaning up the light resistance. He dropped the spent weapon and picked up his AR, it was time to finish this. He ran full speed towards the gaping hole, not stopping to fight anything. He didn’t have too, anything dumb enough to poke it’s head out received a 14.5 mm bullet to the head, splattering what little brain matter it had. Mathew reached the hole and was through in a flash. Over the comm, I head the familiar boom of the shotgun, it seemed that there used to be guards on the inside of the gun. It took only a second before I saw him running out again, minus all of his grenades. There was flash on the inside and Mathew was diving for the ground as the gun lit up in a spectacular display of explosives. The few Covenant forces left around the gun were obliterated by the explosion and Mathew and I were already scanning for survivors, there weren’t any.
Mathew rejoined me and opened a comm channel with the Hidden Truth and passed on the all-clear signal. The reply on the other end was quick and concise. Mathew turned to me Although he couldn’t see it, a grim looked passed over my face as I thought of the battles ahead. I replied
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2011 11:15 am
New rule has been added!
NO POSTING EXCERPTS FROM THINGS ALREADY WRITTEN!
Thank you =D
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