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originally posted in:The Black Garden
Edited by Aleroth Aloki: 7/15/2013 2:13:33 PM
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Spread your wings. (Fan Fiction Contest)

Ladies and gentlemen, the time has come for us writers to take center stage for a time. The Black Garden as well as our friends over in Arts and Stuff are going to host a contest that is solely devoted to writers. The rules are simple. For any who wish to enter, you are tasked with writing a short little anecdote that is to have a maximum of 300 words. The location for this piece of work is to be located in the picture provided above. The deadline for entering is this Sunday(14th) at midnight. For any who wish to enter, please submit your stories by placing them in the comments. Judging will be done in two phases. The first phase will consist of a Panel of both groups reading over each story and deciding which seven are the best of the best. Once the first stage is complete, we shall hand it over to you, the audience, to decide who is ranked number one as lore master. The Winner of this contest shall receive a print of the Buried City signed by the Destiny writing team. Good luck and Be Brave.

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  • Edited by Tarson: 7/13/2013 2:36:35 PM
    The outpost, now lifeless and sand-coated, left a stench of death on the Huntress' cloak. The Huntress bent down and felt the sand. It was hard and clumpy. The sand has been here long, she thought. A loud screech came from behind. Startled, the Huntress turned around with her hand on her pistol. Unable to locate the source of the noise, she slipped her hand off of her pistol and onto her side. She noticed something in the sand just outside of the outpost. She slowly walked towards the object, careful to make as little noise as possible. She bent down and picked up the object. It was a helmet, one belonging to a Titan. The helmet was coated with sand and loaded with scratches and cracks. She set the helmet down on the ground, leaving it out of the sand. The silence of the dead air was driving her crazy. She knew something was here, but what? She hoped it was another Guardian, perhaps a Titan. She could really use one of those. She heard the screech again. She whipped out her pistol and aimed at the source of the scream. It wasn’t human. She slowly began moving towards the alleyway, frightened to near insanity. She peeked down the alley. There was nothing. Still wielding her pistol, she walked down the alleyway. She got on one wall and turned the corner. Still nothing. She looked in the other direction. Nothing. She decided to return to the outpost, hoping it was a relatively safe place to stay for the night. Mars was dangerous at night, and she wasn’t about to go out into the wilderness alone. She heard the screech once more. She walked out of the outpost quietly. This time, she felt a sharp metal enter her skin.

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