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 Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 11:16 pm
Okay, I've been thinking of something to boost activity, and I think I have it. We're going to have a contest. This one is unique in a certain way.
Wait, let me start over. The contest is simple enough: The entry with the strongest emotional reaction from me wins.
The prize is simple enough as well: 3k, donated by Mekryd.
Now, emotional reaction means tears, laughter, deep contemplation (in order of decreasing difficulty and effectiveness). I don't want to be cringing in horror at how badly done something is (emotional reactions, but not due to merit, rather lack therof). I don't want to be grossed out (no graphic things, please). If you can think of a reaction that isn't icky and due to general badness, then good, and go for it!
Now, as for what the entry itself can be, it can be any literary sort of work: a short story, poetry, whatever. If you can make something good enough (original, all made by you), then a picture with a caption works, too. Please, if it's poetry, make it metered (I prefer rhyming as well, but to each their own). Works done especially for the contest will earn favour, but previously done things are welcome.
Now have at ye, and post your entries here!
Ammendments:
-Deadline is August 25.
-For long entries, please break them into multiple posts, marked at the top along the lines of "Part 1 out of 5" or "1/2" or something.
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 8:29 am
I have a couple of questions, first is about how long can the short storys be? And, do you have a deadline in mind?
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 8:35 am
Oooh, right forgot to mention those.
As long as you think will hold my attention (please break it up into multiple posts if you're going to make it long, and mark it in some way at the top like Part 1 out of 5 or something).
Deadline, right... I was thinking around August 25. I'll be done judging in my own time (wouldn't want to rush and miss out on some fun reading).
*runs off to put these in the first post*
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 8:43 am
I might just have to start the story that I've been thinking about for seven months and hope it's short enough. It sounds interesting, I'll definitely give it a try. ^_^
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 4:41 pm
*does a retarted dance* I'm the first to post! I'm the first to Post!!!
hehe sweatdrop let's see how well this works...The great moon rises,
The sky is clear,
My night reflection,
Is my worst fear.
The death white skin,
The cold black heart,
They all reveal,
My true part.
The part that fights,
The part that crys,
The part that steals,
The part that lies,
The part of me lying crouched in wait,
The part that all my pain did make.
The part my dear friends never see,
Or if they do, hide fear of me.
The side of me,
Born of pain,
That fights my efforts,
Of restrain.
The bloodlust feeling,
Through my viens,
Bares its bloody darkened fangs.
The night-blue hair,
Some see afar,
Shows where my true pleasures are.
And in that truly crimson eye,
More than one soul had to die...
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Posted: Sun Aug 06, 2006 10:12 am
I've got a poem, too. It's rather twisted, but short.
Mother Bird
Mother Bird, who had eyed,
her speckled egg with pride,
felt the nest shiver and shake
as smooth shell began to break.
A little beak, a head, beady eye,
damp down, tiny feet, and hungry cry.
Yet unknown to innocent chick,
chemicals had made Mother sick,
whose elation did disappear
and manner became somewhat queer
as Mother Bird's vision clouded red,
chick continued begging to be fed.
With vicious beak opened wide--
Mother Bird had committed infanticide.
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Posted: Mon Aug 14, 2006 6:33 pm
Oh man I can't believe I'm doing this. So there were a few nights that I have been pretty bored, so I wrote up some tribute poems to my girlfriend. These poems were written on the spot with no planning or time to hesitate.
Before posting I just want to note that these poems hardly meet poetic standards. There are no devices, parameter, rhythm, or any signs of formatting. With that said.....enjoy!
Images of your sincere touch plague my thoughts
From my bagel and juice breakfast to the moment I sleep.
Even when there is no juice, and only bagel do I think of thee.
I think of thee the same when there is no bagel, but only juice.
Although when their is neither, hunger instead plagues my thoughts
Which is replaced when I have devoured either bagel or juice.
But thou shall never be replaced, not by Angel
Nor Siren, nor Ogre, nor Moon, nor Swan, nor Dude.
All the bears in the world cannot express how I love thee.
Lindsay creates the tent
that shelters my loins
and sings songs of passion
that is happy to join
....in my loins.
redface
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 6:51 am
Let's see here... back when I used to write poetry, but like most things long winded either way. This is a very sad true capater of my book I call a life. I still can't read this without tearing up. It was also a force write for homework in grade 10, so bare with me on this. I normally do free verse since my rhyming skills are lacking, well more like non-esistent. So yah, here we go. Here goes my heart and bad bad memory on the line. Sorry for it being soooo long, hear's hoping you like repetion.... I'm going to regreat this in the morning...
To feel…
After watching her movie,
So happy and full of spirit.
She could get hit with anything,
Or so she thought was her sentiment.
Once she had heard it.
It burned on the inside.
It hurt her so, that hurt,
She felt as thought it would never be put aside
The pain, does it ever just go?
How can you make it feel right?
Does it ever feel right?
When will you know?
As she read the screen once more.
Her face had turned from smiles to tears.
She could not believe her eyes.
She read it once more, and all she could feel was fear.
As the thoughts began to sink in.
The fears and sadness had just set in.
She could feel the tears coming.
She had tried her best to keep them in.
The pain, does it ever just go?
How can you make it feel right?
Does it ever feel right?
When will you know?
Once she had come to the real realization.
It was too much for to take in.
She could not keep in any longer.
The tears they came, they ran down her face dripping off her chin.
As she cried the tears came in streams down her face.
She could barely think correctly.
It hit her so hard, and so fast.
She could not take it all in directly.
The pain, does it ever just go?
How can you make it feel right?
Does it ever feel right?
When will you know?
Just a few moments ago she was happy.
Now she was so overcome by the sadness of her fears.
She could not bare to open her eyes.
They were so red and sore with the pain from her tears.
Then it hit her,
The hope.
The he might be ok.
She was so confused, but all she had was hope.
The pain, does it ever just go?
How can you make it feel right?
Does it ever feel right?
When will you know?
She had finally slept,
Tossing and turning.
She woke up the next day.
She had barely gotten any sleep.
She had then went to go check her mail,
The worst possible thing had happened.
There was no way he was coming back now.
He was… dead…
The pain, does it ever just go?
How can you make it feel right?
Does it ever feel right?
When will you know?
This was even worse then the night before.
This pain that had come with the news.
It was the worst she had seen.
All she could do was cry her boohoos.
This made her feel worse.
She now knew she would never to get to hold him once more.
Never get to touch his gentle warm skin anymore.
To know this it hurt so much, she could barely take anymore.
The pain, does it ever just go?
How can you make it feel right?
Does it ever feel right?
When will you know?
The next day at school was the worst.
She could not hide it from those who knew her best.
She had tried to make it seem as though nothing was wrong.
They knew something was up, they knew she wasn’t doing her best.
She would not talk.
This was not like their friend they knew.
They knew she was not right.
Then she could not hold it, she let them know.
The pain, does it ever just go?
How can you make it feel right?
Does it ever feel right?
When will you know?
They could not believe it.
They just looked to her.
They could now see all that was wrong.
They just looked at her, then hugged her.
She could not hold it back anymore.
She just cried the whole time.
Then, she felt much better.
She now knew, things are going to be fine.
She knows it never just goes away.
She knows in order to feel better, you need friends.
She knows it takes time for it to feel right.
She knows that in order for this to work, you can’t do it alone.
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Posted: Sat Aug 26, 2006 12:53 am
I guess I will do a poem too. Though I doubt I will win. xd
In a box,
All alone,
No one to find me,
No one at all,
Darkness surrounds me,
It twists and turns,
It tries to find my spirit and soul,
I am no more.
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Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2006 1:28 pm
For making my giggle like an insane maniac, Daliinn wins the prize!
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Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2006 4:35 pm
4laugh I'm so flattered! I'm also glad to see that there is someone else that shares my sense of humor whee
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Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2006 6:43 pm
The bagel boy won. mrgreen
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