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 Posted: Thu Jun 02, 2011 12:27 pm
Here at NNR we all love writing right? I certainly hope so! So here is what I'm going to do: I want you to write me a short story! (Of course haha) Only there are specific rules you must obey in order to win the prize! You will submit your story here and discuss the stories and other ideas in our new contest discussion thread! Here are the requirements:
You must have less than three grammatical and spelling errors! Anymore and your story won't be put up for consideration.
Your story must be at least 3 paragraphs long. This means 6 sentences per paragraph at least! (That what a paragraph length is for me anyways.) I know I said short story, but it can't be that short! Remember stories have beginning middle and end sequences.
You have to follow the theme I give you, don't go writing willy nilly about dinosaurs if I ask for a love themed story. (Unless the dinosaurs are in love xp )
Judging will be based on a point system under these three categories:
Story: How interesting and well thought out your story is. Does it have a beginning, middle, and end? Does the story make sense to every reader? Is it worthy of a sequel?
Creativity: How well you utilized the theme to your advantage and how well the theme meshes with the story itself. The characters are well thought out and have depth along with personality. How does the style of writing reflect the theme? Does the P.O.V make sense to the reader?
Writing: How your sentences flow and usage of punctuation and words make the story come alive. Are all words spelled right and properly used in context? No sentence fragments and broken thoughts. Does the style of writing make sense and works well for the purpose of your piece?
5 points will be awarded for each category! People who tie will roll a dice between 1 and 10 to see who wins! The grand prize will be a whooping 50,000 gold! Good luck everyone!
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Posted: Thu Jun 02, 2011 12:36 pm
And the theme is.......*insert drum roll here*
Music!!!
Your story has to and can be about anything and everything in relation to music! Good luck contestants! Your deadline is by July 18th!
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Caelum Lupus Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jun 02, 2011 12:42 pm
Contestants, their scores, and their story titles here! 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8.
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Posted: Thu Jun 02, 2011 12:43 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 02, 2011 12:48 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 02, 2011 12:51 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 02, 2011 12:58 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 02, 2011 12:59 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 02, 2011 12:59 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2011 9:46 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 13, 2011 9:44 am
The Day of the Voice I thought that no harm would befall me; I had thought I was safe. I thought that the people’s love of my songs in this world would protect me. That is, until that day I was brought up those burnt steps, bleakness rising from each stair. I had never seen a night so dark in my life. No moon shone down upon my starved face, not a single star sprinkled happiness or joy upon the on lookers. An insignificant wind whispered through the open square, rushing past worried faces and eyes full of remorse. I can still remember that day; that wonderfully bright day I was taken.
I lived in a tiny town called Andadel in the southern part of Faiforth. Faiforth is a beautiful place where music abundant. Faiforth is ruled from the capitol, Luipine, by the Fain’s, a high council full of the oldest Forthians alive. Musicians come from around the world to thrive in this country full of snowcapped mountains and lush diverse grassy valleys. But there is a downside to this apparent musical haven. Singing….is not allowed. Now to fully understand the reason behind the banning of song you must understand my world. We have no voices with which to speak aloud with though we do speak using thenesis, mind sharing. Our sense of hearing is still their cause we can hear things like a song bird or a light wind through the trees, but for some reason we cannot speak aloud. We do not know why we were born without voices of our own but that is how it was. That is till the first child with a voice was born in Luipine. The Fain’s didn’t know what to think, except that she must be some kind of cursed child to have been born with a voice. When my mother first told me this story I cried when I heard that they had burned the child. I cried out of sadness and fear. What if the Fain’s found that I too had the voice? Luckily though, I did not have to worry about that. In the southern half of Faiforth was a place where the peoples believed that a person with the voice was a blessed one, not a cursed one. The sun rained down from the sky as a cool breeze flew in from the east. Today was the anniversary of the founding of the south and we the people of Andadel where celebrating. Children danced in the market place as the band played alongside me. I reached the end of my song and a cheer erupted from the crowd. All I could do was smile at the brave people who cheered and clapped to the new song the band started. I was tired beyond belief after singing for two whole hours, so when a young man asked me to dance I wasn’t dying to say yes. But he persisted and so I gave in. He yanked me up, and instead of leading me into the throng of other dancers he grabbed my wrists and cuffed them together. Another man, dressed in a red and green sailor suit grabbed my left arm. I heard screams in my mind as people ran from the town square and guards shot bullets into the air. Everyone was down on the ground and the army that rushed into the town was throwing fire onto the buildings. My happy little world had been set ablaze. There were men shouting, screams pelting the sky, and then everything went black. Ω When they dragged her body through into the cell I was shocked. I had been expecting an adult, something a little less innocent looking. I had been told that Captain Andriel had heard of a person cursed with the voice and that a whole town had been touched by it and was protecting this cursed one. I had always assumed this forthain with a voice would be older, not as old me, but I was expecting more than this. The child they brought in looked no older than my own eighteen year old son. The girl wasn’t tiny but compared to my own six foot two inches she was. She was no more than five-five with copper colored waves showering down to her elbows. Her right eye was puffy and black closing it shut, least till it healed. The two men dragging her in lifted her up and gently placed her on the mattress lying on the dirt floor. As they turned around and left they nodded at me. I shut the iron bars, and sat down, finally able to begin my watch. Time passed as I read the music book that helped me learn the lore of the flute. After about an hour I heard a shuffle from behind me and I promptly turned around. The woman was sitting up, rubbing her head with her knuckles. She opened her left eye and looked at me, cocked her head then sighed.
“Are you ok?” I asked, truly worried they had hurt her more than need be. She let out a sharp breath and her non-swollen eye snapped up, it was too dark to really see her face.
“Ok? What do you think?” She asked her voice light and sweet.
“You’re smiling so I think you might be ok.” She continued to stare at me, her eye never wavering.
“The face, what more is it than a mask. When in doubt listen to the music they play. Then you will hear their true feelings.” I looked at her and said.
“Gaepi Forlin. Never really liked his teachings.” The woman smiled and her eye lit up.
“Didn’t know any of Andriel’s men knew of him.” I stared at her a little dumbfounded. How did she knew who it was that had ordered her arrest? She giggled. “I’m not stupid; Andriel hates me more than any of the other Forthains in this world. More so even than the Fain’s.” She scooted closer to the wall, laid her right arm on her left knee, and looked out the barred window. “I don’t know why though.” She said that with her voice. I jumped a little. I hadn't been expecting her to actually use her voice. A tear fell down her cheek and I realized that she knew why Andriel hated her so much; she just wished he hadn’t decided to. She didn’t say another word and continued to stare out the window. The sun poured in and created a natural halo around her coopery hair. For hours we sat like this as the sun sank low below the horizon bringing darkness to this fallen angel.Ω My eye healed after about three days and for the first time since arriving here I took a good look at my main guard, Eamon. He was a strange looking man with white hair that had grey splotches scattered about it. His eyes were like green pools of water, so clear it was as if you could jump in and swim around in his heart. He always treated me in a kind and loving way which only added to his strangeness. Every day it was he that brought me food and water. Every breakfast, lunch, and dinner he was there trying to make me eat something because I would refuse to eat much. Eamon made sure the food was always fresh and the water clean but I wouldn’t eat everything. Not their food, never their food, I could never fully trust them. I always annoyed the guards by singing songs that I had written, and by scratching their words into the walls. I annoyed all the guards, except Eamon, he actually seemed interested in what I was able to do. The longer we spent with each other the more and more I began to love him. He was the father I had never been able to have.
“How is your family?” I asked him one morning as I pushed the warm fluffy eggs away from my mattress. He looked at the plate, and his brow furrowed.
“Why do you do this to yourself? If you don’t start eating more you are going to die.” He looked worried, his green eyes penetrating my soul.
“I can’t eat, I’m not hungry.” I looked at the floor; I couldn’t stand looking him in the eyes at the moment because honestly….I was starving and I knew he'd see that.
“Well since you asked my family is fine, youngest son has a cold though. He should be well soon. Other than that we are fine.” He looked at me, I could feel it. He was worrying about me, but I couldn’t let him worry, starving was better then what the other guards told me Andriel had in mind for me. I didn’t look back up, but instead I began to draw pictures in the ground with my finger.
“I don’t need you worrying about me. You have a family to take care of and I can take care of myself.” He shook his head and rubbed his eye brows.
“He is coming to see you today Aidenn, and I don’t like it one bit, not one bit. What if he were to hurt you?” I looked up at that, shocked at what he had just said. I hadn’t thought he had felt like that about me. His eyes widened as he tried to back track. “What I mean is what if, what if he, um...”
“He won’t harm me.” I looked up at Eamon, a comforting smile on my face.
“I hope he doesn’t. You are like one of my own children. I don’t know what I would do if I lost you.” His green eyes grew dark and tears began to form, but they disappeared as soon as they had come.
“Well Eamon. I hadn’t realized you had heart.” Andriel stood in front of the prison entrance an evil smile on his face. I glared wishing he could feel the daggers I shot at him.
“Andriel,” I growled. “Leave him be.” Andriel had innocence written all over his face.
“My dear Aidenn, what ever do you mean? I would never hurt one of my own.” Andriel looked at Eamon. “Leave us; I’ll deal with you later.” Eamon shot a worried glance back at me and walked off. The two guards next to Andriel unlocked the cell and Andriel walked in.
“Aidenn, you are as beautiful as ever I remember.” He opened his arms wide as if to embrace me. I backed up to the wall.
“I want nothing to do with you! Nothing! You are nothing more than a filthy murderous pig!” Upon hearing my voice his smile vanished and he strode over to me grabbing my hair.
“You have no right speaking to me with that!”
“You of all people should know that I have the right to use my voice and to live! Just like your son should have been abl to use his voice and live!” Andriel’s hand slapped itself against my face.
“I told you when we first met that you didn’t deserve to live, and yet you kept on living thinking you would always be safe. You have no idea what this horrid curse has done to me. It’s stolen my only son, my SON! He died all because of this wretched curse.” Andriel paused and looked down at me with his brown, red tinted, eyes. He stroked my cheek and I flinched away. “You’re afraid of me? YOU’RE AFRAID OF ME?” I tried to move away but he yanked my face towards his and shoved his lips onto mine. I slapped him and he pulled away. He smiled at me and wiped his lips with the back of his hand. “Your death shall be my biggest accomplishment darling, I promise you.” With a wolfish grin Andriel turned around, walked out of the cell and locked the door. Once I heard his foot prints fade off into the distance I curled up in a ball and cried till sleep took me in. Ω I waited in Andriel’s office till he slammed the door open and stomped in.
“You wanted to speak with me boss?” Andriel stopped and looked up, fake shock on his face.
“Oh, I am sorry. I forgot you were here.” Andriel walked over to his huge oak table and sat on the corner, his blonde hair falling into his cold eyes. “Yes, I wanted to inform you that I have decided to move up the date of the execution to tomorrow night.” My head snapped up.
“What?” I demanded.
“I didn’t tell you did I? Oops, my mistake. Yes I have moved the execution day to tomorrow. We are going to have ourselves,” He paused a moment and continued “A barbeque as it were.” He smiled as fright took over, I could tell he wasn’t done. “And I want you to escort her to the roast.” I couldn’t refuse, he would kill my family if I did, and I had no one to turn to. I let my head fall into my hands. When I looked back up Andriel was gone, and the only thing I could think of was rushing to Aidenn’s cell.
“Aidenn, Aidenn, wake up. Wake up honey. I gotta get you out of here.” Aidenn looked up from the corner of her little cell. I could tell she was about to say no. “Aidenn, you are the daughter I had never been blessed with, until till now. I can’t just let you slip away. We could leave, start new lives.” I could feel the tears rushing down my face.
“What kind of life would that be? I plan on staying Eamon. I won’t leave; I am not going to force the uprooting of your family just so I can spare my own life.” I kicked the bars on the cell; I knew she wouldn’t budge, so I sat with her all that night and into the rest of the day. We sat in silence, listening to the birds outside sing with the voices they were born with.Ω I walked up the steps to the make shift stage in front of Andadel's Golden Fountain located in the middle of town. Eamon lead me up those crooked stairs and then tied me to a tall wooden post sticking out of the middle. Andriel followed behind us and began to give a grand speech about how he was helping to purge a darkness that had fallen over the land. I tuned out, looking at the two smaller fountains on either side of me. The lamps had been lit, and the water ran through a rainbow of colors. My attention slowly began to focus on looking out at the people who stood motionless awaiting my death. Many tears fell down people’s faces as they stood under the black sky. They couldn’t do anything to save me, the very people who had loved and protected me before, could do nothing now, for if they tried all Andriel needed to do was grab the torch and throw it on the pile of sticks stabbing my feet.
“And now, Aidenn.” My mind snapped back to Andriel “Do you have anything to say?” All the whispering stopped, everyone stared at me wondering what I would do. I didn’t know, all I knew was that if only the whole world was able to use what I could none of this would be happening. I felt the tears fall from my face, everything was blurry and getting really bright. That’s when I remembered a song I had found when I was little. It was a lullaby written by some of the first peoples with the voice. I didn’t know what the words meant; for they had been written in some different language I couldn't understand. Yet somehow I was able to sing the words now, and somehow I knew I was singing them the way it was supposed to be sung. The audience cried and cheered as the song flowed forth from my voice. Andriel’s face became contorted and he fell to the floor in agony covering his ears. When he stood up again, he cursed at me.
“I shall not let you live! You do not deserve to live!” Andriel grabbed a torch from the nearest guard and threw it onto the sticks. Eamon jumped and grabbed Andriel, throwing him to the audience. The heat from the fire scorched my flesh and bit at my hair. Pain controlled my body and then….all was darkness.Ω Aidenn’s life was gone faster than lightening. I didn’t know what to do. I had tried to get her out of the fire before the smoke choked her, but I couldn’t get to her in time. We eventually were able to get the fire out but all that was left was ashes. Despite this fact we swore to give her the proper burial she deserved. After Andriel was put into prison with a death sentence of his own; those of us in Andadel began the preparations for Aidenn’s burial. We built a huge statue in her likeness at the top of the mountain that over looked her home town. We covered the urn that held her ashes with a strange lullaby that we had found in her home. After placing the ur and music into the ground and covering it with earth and flowers I knelt to the ground with my flute in my hands and began a lament for her. The crowd began to sob and weep, but something was different about it. They were weeping aloud, with voices. I was shocked and then a thought hit me. Maybe this is what happened when Aidenn had sung that strange etheral song. She had given her life so that everyone would have their own voice. The world cried aloud as one that day, and I will never forget it.
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Posted: Thu Jul 14, 2011 6:51 pm
Trip and the guitar Back in the day of guitar rifts and drum solos there was man who was the greatest rock star of any time. He wasn't just a great man on set, he was also a great dad, and husband too. Tragically he died when a plane crashed mysteriously into the Pacific Ocean. There were no survivors. The fans played his trademark song, The Golden Guitar in the street. And his family cried his name to the heavens. Or at least that's what my mom says. I honestly can't remember him. I am Trip Blackwell the only heir to Ace Blackwell's throne, and I have zero musical ability. That's right I can't even whistle or snap my fingers. I know that I should be just as ashamed as my father's fans, but I'm not. My abilities lie within my distinct admiration for poetry.
“What are you doing?” Zack Zaneth said. That's my best friend. He claims that he can play the guitar, but I'm sure that he can only play a few chords. It's not like I would tell him that. And even if he can only play a few chords, he can still do more than me.
“I'm writing my autobiography it's kind of a bummer story right now, but in a few seconds when that bell rings, I know that this summer I will become a legend,” I said. The teacher turned around and looked at me and Zack. She brought her finger to her lips and silently shushed us. I couldn't believe it, I was about to be by default a senior. That would mean that I would never have to see Mrs. Holloman again. She had been nagging at us to stop being creative for two semesters. Now it was down to the last twenty seconds. Everyone in the room started to count down as the time quickly ticked away. And just twenty-eight seconds later me and Zack were out of the school and discussing our summer plans.
“So, what are your plans for the next three months?” I asked. Zane smile became a crescent moon. He pulled his bag off his back and he looked around like he was super paranoid. He yanked a folded blue piece of paper from his bag and handed it to me like it was the most top secret information he had ever held. I unfolded it, and I was surprised to see that it was a lyrics page of my dad's trademark song. “Why are you so paranoid? Everyone and there mother has heard these words, and most of them have heard it personally.”
“Read it carefully and tell me that it doesn't sound suspicious.” I looked at it, then back at Zack, he told me again to read it. Even though it sounded like the beginnings of a blubbering mad man, I still read it. Beyond the land of Notred'nal, in a place where pass the darkest day. Here I have put my guitar to lay. You must seek the treasure. It will be your pleasure. Find my golden guitar. I have lost it and you must find it. Or it can become an artifact for another world. It's simple as one, two and three. First, find the place with the man tree. Go down into the deepest pit to another world. Second take a leap of faith and be tossed and whirled. Below this pit you will find where my guitar stays. Third, it's as simple as taking it from where it lays. Play one chord and cease being bored. Strum one note. If you don't you can take a swim in my everlasting moat. Do not fret and do not place one last bet. Each strum is worth one. Have a lot of fun. I. Have. Lost. My. Guitar. But. It. Hasn't. Gone. Far. You must find it, because I have lost it.
My stare was blank. I didn't see anything new. It was the same old song as before. “What did you want me to see?” Zane held up one finger to signify me to give him a second. We continued walking in silence, Until we came to my house. “Well, I don't want to be rude, but did you have a point with showing the lyrics to me.
“Yes, but you won't believe me. I think your father hid his precious golden guitar before he died. I think it's a map.” I rolled my eyes and sighed. He was off on another one of his rants about hidden messages and treasure I headed towards my front door with every intention of playing video games when I got inside, but Zack stopped me. “Notred'nal is our home towns name backwards. The guitar hasn't gone far because it's under the street your house is on. And the man tree is right there.” Zack pointed across the street at the oak tree the shaded my front porch.
“I never wanted to saw this, but you're a psychopath. You know that right? Do you remember when we pulled the tiles up at the library after you saw Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade? Plus, that tree looks nothing like a man.” Zack grabbed me by the arm and dragged me across the street to the tree. He grabbed me by the scruff of my neck and pushed me nose first into the bark of the tree. There was a carving on the tree, but I couldn't make it out given that I was going cross-eyed looking at it. “Okay let me go!” I yelped. Zack let go and I pulled back. Somebody had carved a stick figure. It was a male stick figure, or so I started to be believe.
“Lead the way. I will follow you until there is danger involved then I will leave. That is the best friends code.” Zack opened up his bag again and pulled a six inch crowbar from it. “What are you going to do with that? Are you going to open a bottle of root beer with it?” Zack swung it and it extended to three feet long. He strutted to the middle of the road and looked down at the manhole covering. He place the crowbar into the side and pushed down with all the force he had, yet manhole did not come open. I walked like a sane man to his side and looked to it. Oddly enough it had my father's initials and a series of notes written on it.
“Well, I'm ready to give up,” Zack said. He was keen on finding the adventures and plotting them out, but he couldn't pull it off. Every time he ran into a snag or a knot in his rope of plans, he gave up. He began to drag himself away in shame. I walked onto the metal disc cover, and hummed the notes. They were strangely familiar like notes that I had heard thousands of times before. Could they be? I thought to myself. “I have lost it. You must find...” I was hesitant to finish. I was tampering with musical mysteries that hadn't been unveiled in almost sixteen years. “It.” The manhole cover opened and I fell through.
I landed on a grate in the sewer. It smelled rank like dirty socks, underwear, armpit, and spoiled eggs mixed in a dumpster with a few dead ca..., well you get the point. “Hey Zack!” I screamed at the manhole, yet even through my best shouting efforts I couldn't get him. I even sang the tune, but it looked to be a one hit wonder, which wasn't much like my father. Suddenly somebody tapped me on the shoulder from behind. I turned to see a man with a long beard, sunglasses, and musical notes tattooed on his eyelids. He didn't look eager to open his eyes either.
“I am Slick Rick. I am the drummer of the fabled band that Ace Blackwell was in. To pass me you must play a drum solo. Or you can stay here forever! The choice is yours.” Slick reached into his jacket and pulled out two golden drumsticks, then he stepped aside to reveal an old set of drums. I was frozen with shock. Not only was the song actually a map. It also didn't speak of any challenge. “What are you waiting for mortal?”
I began to sweat and hyperventilate. Slick took a step back and sighed. “You must play! Nobody has been down here in years. At least try. What would your parents say if they saw you quit?” I walked over to the drum set, sat in the chair, and I drummed my heart out. I stood up sweat glistening off my brow and I laughed. “That was pretty good for someone who was holding the sticks upside down. Though the point of this test was not to prove that you could play the drums. It was to prove that you had the courage to try. May the beat be with you.” Slick stepped aside once more. As I passes he opened his eyes to see me. “And don't be discouraged my son.” It sounded heartfelt, but I wrote it off as a Star Wars thing.
I walked to the end of the grate. Though it ended at a sort of sewage waterfall, then as the water went down it swirled around like the water in an unplugged bathtub drain. “Second take a leap of faith and be tossed and whirled,” I whispered. Was I going crazy? I made a quick double take over my shoulder and saw that Slick and the drums were no more. Was I sleeping in my bed? It was a really realistic dream then. I could smell Slick's nasty breath or perhaps that was sewer. Either way, I was standing at the only known way out. The question was; if I would risk drowning for a legend. Did I even have a friend named Zack? I slapped myself. “I am trip. So, I can't be blatantly ironic and think that I am tripping.”
There was only one thing to do. I jumped into the swirling vortex. For a few minuted I panicked as I swirled around, but nothing compared to going under. I couldn't catch my breath. Then I hit a gate, I rolled across the gate, and I was in another pipe. Only this one didn't have sewage flowing through it. Another man helped me up. This man looked like a hippie, he had a tie-dyed shirt, and he had dreadlocks. And not that it mattered, but he smelled like toast.
“Man, you totally pulled a James, uh, uh, Ja, Jesse.” Again I had a confused look on my face like I had seen a unicorn. He smiled and patted me on the back. I followed him without question for a few seconds until I saw a wireless keyboard strapped to his back. He turned back and laughed. “Wait, I think I might have jumbled up my pronouns, I might have meant to say James Bond. And I think I'm actually James Uh Uh Jajesse.” He inhaled deeply and it was like a light bulb came on above his head. “I think that might be a hippie name. Oh yeah and I was suppose to say something when I saw you.
I think it might have been like this. Play a little ditty on this keyboard thingy.” He pulled a keyboard from his back and handed it to me. I held it with one hand and with the other I played a re-imagined Jaws theme that could probably have been called Gums. “That was like a total mind blower. The golden guitar is up those stairs.” Again when I was a few dozen feet away, James mumbled something. “I love you, man.”
I walked up the stairs. I was in denial when I saw that there were raging rapids between me and the golden guitar. I was standing on one side and twenty feet away through twelve feet of water, there stood the guitar. It was leaning in a taunting manner, and shinning like an unreachable star. “You have to swim to the top, just like Ace climbed to the top.” A man said from the distant shadow beside me. “Who are you?” I asked. “I am the triangle player from Ace's band. My name is Trey Anagle. Like I was saying you must swim to the top.” My reaction was almost robotic. I jumped and I swam with all my might, but I was barely holding my own. I made it just close enough to pluck one string, then I was yanked below the unforgiving sea of sewage.
Trey jumped in after me and pulled me to cement land. I was slowly leaving consciousness. Trey blinked and I saw that he had notes tattooed on his eyelids. He smelled like toast too. “Trip, don't you recall I didn't have a triangle player, keyboard player, or drummer in my band. It wouldn't matter to me whether you could write poetry, sing, or anything else. I just want you to believe in yourself. Be the best Blackwell you can be. I love you. I know this may be strange, but through the power of my golden guitar I was able to come back and say these things to you. Good luck trip.” My dad began to walk away and before he was gone. I opened my eyes again and say that I was in a hospital bed, he came back. “By the way. I named you Trip because of the irony that I knew you would never trip up. Bye.” He kissed me on the cheek and dissipated into a cloud of notes.
His image was replace by Zack's. Dude, they found you floating in a pond. You're lucky you survived.” He leaned in close. “Did you find the guitar?” I smiled big. “You could say that."
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Posted: Fri Jul 29, 2011 11:44 pm
I guess the deadline has passed. Now it's up to Caelum to decide!
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2011 9:27 pm
The suspense is killing me!!
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Posted: Tue Aug 30, 2011 8:47 am
Sorry about the delay, I will be reviewing the stories and will announce a winner either today or tomorrow. A big thanks to all that joined! 3nodding
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