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 Posted: Thu Oct 19, 2006 9:20 am
anybody heard of these, i love it when my girl gives me one, especially when i'm having trouble writing. most follow the line of picking a character, then someone else saying, ok now write 500 words with this character doing so and so or such and such happening, anyone interested?
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Posted: Thu Oct 19, 2006 3:35 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2006 6:08 pm
okay, only five, but good enough to start a fiction challenge. i'm gonna assume everyone has a character in mind. we'll start a real generic one just to get things started. take that character, and whatever setting or world he/she is in, have a personal tragedy occur, someone in the family getting killed as an example, but not limited to that. catch is only 500 words, 490 is ok, 510 is ok, no more though, and no less. alright every.....GO!!! domokun
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Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2006 8:15 pm
Krystal sighed as she shoveled the last bit of dry dirt on the grave. There would be no marker. Just as he wanted. Strands of long platinum hair caught on the slight breeze as she whispered a little prayer. Who knew how long it had been since she had combed out her hair… Or bathed, for that matter. All she knew was that her life would never be the same again. If she even wanted to keep on living. She shrugged. If she even had a choice in that matter, anyway. Sensing her grief, Micah ambled on towards her. Hearing her griffin softly pad his large body her way she turned around to face the giant creature.
“He’s not coming back this time, Micah” she murmured.
Micah nuzzled up to her face and she gripped his mane tight.
“What will I do without him?” She bawled.
The tears flowed as she buried her face into his warm fur. Micah cooed softly in his throat, trying to calm her. Regaining her composure, Krystal wiped her face with the back of her hand and stood up straight. Wiping dried blood and dirt off of her gloved hands and knees she stared at the grave once more.
“There is no magic in the world that can set this right.” She declared.
Her grieving was brought to a halt as Micah growled low and deep from within. He stared of into the nothing. Krystal’s hand instinctively reached for her sword and cleared it slightly from her scabbard, resulting in a sharp metallic ring that echoed across the waste. Minutes of scanning the horizon amounted to a foolish feeling inside as she slid the sword home in its scabbard. Suppressing the jumpy feeling in her stomach, she turned to Micah and gripped his ear.
“Don’t do that to me, Micah, I’m jumpy enough as…” Krystal turned to look once more across the plains. A deep feeling welled up inside her. Her iris took on the deep crimson hue of the Dracona race as she looked through new eyes. Memory came crashing down once more as she remembered the first time she saw him.
His eyes were a grey sort of blue. She smiled. Of course his eyes would be grayish blue - his mother’s were. The wrinkled little babe blinked up at her, as his hand clasped around her delicate finger. He just smiled at her, and slowly blinked his weary grey eyes. Krystal reached down into his rocking crib and stroked his soft cheek.
Krystal hugged Odette and kissed her tenderly on her forehead. Krystal didn’t have any family that was alive, but Odette was as close to family as it came. And now Odette and Krystal had a new addition into their small family.
Krystal’s eyes returned to their normal color and she blinked the memory away. He had grown into a fine man. She, never changing in his eyes. She turned from the grave and walked into the unknown. Unprepared for an eternal life of loneliness. Being immortals a b***h.
All characters copywritted to me. This was fun ^_^
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Posted: Fri Oct 27, 2006 11:47 am
i feel bad i couldn't come up with any good fantasy setting so i had to use one of my older real world chars <_<:
Delphi took his hat off, placing it on the table just inside the door, like he always does. His eyes are blank, dry, but show clear signs of having just been tear stricken. Under his eyes his skin is raw, so red it looks as if it’s bleeding. His eye’s look over his apartment, lost, as if he had forgotten that this was his home. The keys he was holding clinked to the floor, and soon he collapsed to his knees, resting next to the fallen keys. As his head falls to the floor, his mind races through the events that had led him to this point.
Sasha had been waiting for him just where she’d said she would be, top of the stairs next to the K building. She‘d been sitting, cigarette in left hand, blowing smoke up into the sky. Delphi had gotten a call from her, urgent, asking him if he could please come to the campus, they needed to talk. Then he saw her sitting there, god she hadn’t smoked in years, it must be really bad. What gripped him most was her eyes, the hollow lost look. Sasha, hollow and lost? That wasn’t possible, she always knew what to do, and in fact always knew what others, including Delphi, should be doing. Gripping the rail, he walked up the stairs reluctantly, catching her eyes halfway up.
“So what’s up,” he tried to grin nonchalantly, without much success.
“Sandra got into an accident,” she started to cry.
“What!”
“She was with Michael, he was driving his motor cycle…and, well the cop said he was going a little fast. Had to be from what he saw of the wreckage, I couldn’t look myself. I was riding with Lori just behind them. We were just heading to Mickey’s to grab some lunch. Del….I’m so sorry.”
“That son of a b***h! I swear to god, if sis is hurt bad, I’m going to ******** kill him.”
Delphi stormed down the stone steps, his feet echoing in the silence of the empty school. It was Saturday, not too many kids take weekend classes. Before he had gone three steps though he heard Sasha stirring and felt a hand touch his arm, lightly, but enough to stop him.
Slowly, he turned around as she spoke, “Del…oh my god I’m so sorry.”
He turned back around, staring at her blankly.
“What’s wrong Sash, it’s okay, I’ll go kick the sonuvabitch’s a** right now. I told him, if he got cocky like a d**k on that bike and hurt my sis, I’d be after his a** quick.”
“No…Del…god, I don’t know how to say it.”
Understanding flashed across his eyes, “No…No there’s no way. She called me just last night, she’s fine. Where is she Sash. Goddamit Sash where the hell is she!?”
Sasha just shook her head, tears falling to the floor. Delphi collapsed to his knee in disbelief.
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Posted: Fri Oct 27, 2006 12:41 pm
Great job! So sad... crying
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Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2006 1:31 pm
you too, i guess this was a two man....err uh person band. and yeah, i've been accused of occasionally being a very depressing person despite my usualy perkiness (yes a guy can be perky razz ).
so i guess a new challenge is in order unless anyone has any last minute submissions. these are usually supposed to only be for one day, but since i just started this i'm willing to let things slip a bit wink
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Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2006 9:17 pm
I probably won't have time to do one everyday, but maybe once a week. 3nodding
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Posted: Wed Nov 01, 2006 7:51 am
oh no i meant usually challenges, since they're typically 500 words, should only last one day, or rather take one day. i'm probably not gonna be able to do any this month. november is NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writer's Month), and you have one month to write at least 50,000 words, so i'll be like uber busy razz
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2006 12:36 am
This is a bit of backstory for one of my characters for a story I'm in the planning stage of writing, it's sort of fanfic, at least it's set in the DC world, and there will be cameos of DC characters, though these are all my own.
'What the hell are you doing?'
Yasmin jumped, looking up at her mother guiltily, but it was too late.
'You get out of my house! Take your little slut and get out for my house!' With that she left the room, slamming the door behind her, vaguely Yasmin wiped tears away from her eyes, and looked down at Rana, who looked shocked more than anything else.
'Don't worry, she won't tell your parents, she won't tell anyone except my family. Oh, no, my grandparents. They've always been so proud of me.' Yasmin got up and began shoving stuff in a bag, hoping it was stuff that she would actually want, passport, bank cards, clothes, a small bundle of letters from Rana.
'C'mon, lets go, look, I'll walk you home if you want.' She kissed Rana gently, and took her by the hand, pulling her up off the bed, she still looked utterly shocked.
Later, when Rana had gone home, and she had called Marie, her best friend, asking her to stay at her house for a few days, and was waiting for her to arrive, Yasmin properly realised what had happened to her. She was sixteen, still at school, and had just been thrown out of her house, she was a lesbian whose religious parents would probably never accept that fact, and she would be beginning her exams in just a few weeks, including her electronics A two years early. Oh, and she was a metahuman, a fact only one other person knew.
By the time Marie arrived Yasmin was sitting on the park bench, curled up in a ball, crying, her previously latte coloured skin smooth, now it was blotchy and red, her make up had smeared all over her cheeks and her hair was dishevelled.
'Oh god, come her you poor thing', Marie sat next to Yasmin, holding her tightly. ' What are you going to do? Well I've called my mum, she says you can stay as long as you like, I think she's making up a bed in my room at the moment. I can't believe this as happened! I'm sorry, but I'm really angry with your mum!'
Yasmin looked up and more or less managed a smile, 'don't worry, so am I, but I can't believe how stupid I was, I should have known this would happen. I must look a mess as well.'
'Er, yeah, you kind of do, come on, come home and we'll sort you out. I don't even know what else to say, but you do know that whatever happens I'm here for you?'
'Yeah, I know, ok, I'm ok I think.' Yasmin got up and began abstractedly to sort out her hair, then the two girls walked in the direction of Marie's house, but though Yasmin had said she was ok she didn't feel it, she felt far from it.
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Posted: Fri Dec 01, 2006 10:56 pm
Here's one I'm considering turning into a long short story, or a novella.
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Lor took the cherry blossom between his forefinger and thumb as he leaned against its mother tree. He smiled a sad smile. He didn't know where he was, or where he was going, and at that moment, he didn't really care. He was just glad that the smell was gone now. The reek of a fire, and worse, burning flesh, would not relinquish its grip on his memory, if it had on his olfactory sense.
The trees rustled, and he caught the faint scent of light pink flowers of Laar's Grove on the air.
Laar! He mentally shouted. His memory was returning--and it brought her funeral pyre back to the forefront of his mind. He wished he could sink down and never get up. But he knew better--there was still work to do.
His long white hair, which ended in sheer midnight, swayed in the gentle breeze, and tears shone like diamonds in eyes that would never know happiness again.
Petals and ashes waltzed dreamily on the stirring air, dancing to the nightingale's mournful dirge. He knew that whenever he would smell the soft, sweet scent of sakura, the bitter scorch of burning skin would accompany it.
He adjusted his alien black-and-white robe and pushed himself off the tree, walking down the only path there was left.
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OK, so how did I do?
Vale,
-LD
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Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2006 11:16 am
It makes me want to read more. biggrin Very intriguing story so far.
Hey, everyone! You guys should post in the writer's subforum, too. blaugh
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Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2006 1:23 pm
“You b*****d, let her go!” Roky roared at his assailant as he struggled against the four men holding him back, blood ran down his neck as the knives they held dug deep into his throat.
“You gave up your power when you betrayed my master a-”
“Don’t give me that s**t! Your masters are greedy and you think getting at me will stay my father’s hand? Release Swari she has nothing to do with anything. If you don’t, For himself won’t be able to-” Roky pushed out harder, oblivious to his wounds.
“To what boy?” The tall, dark haired man reached behind him with his free hand, pushing the blade of his knife deeper into Swari’s throat. He pulled an object and tossed it on the ground before Roky, the severed hand with a single silver ring lay dead on the floor. “We stayed your father. Not just his hand. And now you will die, the death of Kathesh will be absolute and our masters…” He regarded the other four in turn. “Will split the spoils.”
“You could’ve taken that from anyone.” Roky growled, he could feel his rage flowing out of him with his blood.
“Consider the ring.” The man released the girl, Roky sighed in relief and closed his eyes, only to snap them open again to an ear shattering scream.
Swari lay still on the floor, the knife buried deep in her chest. Roky’s fear and fury welled up in him and he forced himself to pass out. The lieutenant guffawed at the unconscious boy and cleaned his hands. The four let him down with a thud, the fifth turned and shouted. “You fools! Don’t release him!”
The warning came too late, Roky spun about and knocked the four lieutenants to the floor, tore a sword from one’s belt and charged, cackling insanely towards the fifth. He lunged at him, the man drew his sword without a second to spare as the two collided and smashed through the wall. Roky was on him in a flurry of short jabs and strikes, blood flowed steadily from the murderer but Roky was incapable of relenting. His visage only saw the doomed form of his love, every hair stood on end, every sense a thousand times more active than ever before. He grabbed the man’s sword with his bare hand ripped it away. Roky had backed him into a corner, the man was terrified but Roky merely hacked him apart, leaving him to die without his limbs.
The building burned brightly from corner to corner, the floor creaked with every step. The swordsmen had gotten to their feet, Roky entered the room and picked up a dresser filled with clothes, his muscles burned but he heaved the wooden furniture over Swari’s body and sent the four tumbling out of the burning wall.
He kneeled before Swari, but no tears came. He felt her stomach, the baby wasn’t moving. Roky’s world burned around him like the house. He was beyond sorrow, beyond anger, he lay beside her body and hoped he would die.
A figure entered the room and pulled Roky out the door. There was shouting and other people, but Roky could hardly focus. When he awoke, the flames of the night before invaded his mind, and the silence of the empty road in late morning did nothing to assure him that it was a dream.
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Just something I whipped up, it's a part of my series, not well written, 500 words is a bit restrictive. No character development either, if I get time this holiday I'll try and publish come chapters of my book ^_^.
the Demon
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Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2006 7:27 pm
You're all very talented! 3nodding I will insert something sometime tomorrow. That will give me time to pick which clip scene of my story to write down. I have too many to choose from. sweatdrop
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2006 9:05 am
Great job, Demon, and I look forward to your post, Kiyo! wink
Vale,
-LD
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