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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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Her jaw tightened as she stepped on the fallen captain's chest and put a bullet in its head. "17" she thought to herself "the desert will get that one" as she glanced at the swirling, endless red sands of mars. "Just you two then". The last of the fallen squad escaped into the lifeless facility. She pulled her cloak in close and drudged on. The dark hallway went on, seemingly forever. She moved forward quietly, her only company was the sound of her boots and the light howling of the wind. A sudden "craack" pierced the air, making her hairs stand on end. Rounding a corner, she could see it. A hulking cobal, hunched over in the hallway 100 yards away, playing with two dead fallen. Behind it light poured into a great hall from the ceiling, illuminating the end of the hall. The light fell into large hole in the center of the room. She could hear drilling and crunching noises coming from the hole. "The basement..." she grimaced as she pulled out her sniper, exhaling as she lined the cobal's bulbous, ugly, head in the sights. She pressed her finger slowly against the trigger, her jaw tight.
