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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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Edited by elites rule122: 7/14/2013 9:21:40 PMThe dust settles on an old building, treading on the ground a man rest's his helmet and looks around at the once magnificent structure. Posters peel off the walls and skeleton bits drift across the room as if carried by ghost's breath. Commuters board a train into oblivion, their frail bodies without skin or mind laying face down on the floor of the train. The mans boot cracks a bone on the ground causing it to splinter into pieces."Now all this place needs is a tumbleweed" he says into the nothingness, causing a few rats to scurry by in fright. He walks over to a skeleton with their arms clasped together as if lovers or in a fierce fight for survival."Didn't do them any good did it now?" he says bitterly, his voice resounding in the dead place. He picks up his helmet shouldering his gun. He goes to look out of the building, a shot grazes past his shoulder. He falls to the ground and clasp's his shoulder in pain and quickly throws on his helmet. Back to work.
