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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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Into the deep horizon, past the dunes of the Vermillion, and into the plains of the Torrid Valley. Were the sand settles into place, and the wind echoes between the boulders protruding from the dust. There is small home resting under the sun. It's wooden panels shriveled of all moister, and it's walls setting in the direction of the wind. A silent home with no signs of life, only the one clean hat that rests on the wall of the porch. The only thing that isn't covered in sand, and isn't sun bleached either. A man comes from inside the 100 small structure and takes the brown hat. A guardian of the last city of earth, a legend in the making! He looks toward the horizon and takes a moment to breath. Over the vast horizon distorted by the heat, "a forgotten city" he growls. "Might find something useful, maybe get a line in to central command?", he's been MIA for days now broken communicator. As his body relaxes, and warms in the heat of the day. He begins his exodus back home. Hours pass and he manages to make it to the city. He eases his way through the old streets, quiet not to alert the many beasts of the wild. "A watchtower there's gotta be something in there." He makes his way into the old sanctuary." This damn place seen better days, there might be something up top gotta move fast." He finds a old terminal, "Finally got get the out message out about the mole." When suddenly a gunshot roars, " Joshua you didn't think is gonna let you go and tell everyone about my little secret?" Joshua holding on to the little life he had left! " Danny you damn traitor, how,,, you knew I made it,,, how did you know I'd be here?" Danny put his gun to Joshua's head," I know you better then you know yourself Josh I know you'd never pull a gun on a fellow Guardian not even a traitor, I'm sorry but I can't let you tell the council about my trade with the Fallen, I'm sorry partner." Before Danny can pull the trigger the window illuminating the room breaks and a bullet makes its way through Danny's head. "To bad you don't know my new partner she's less forgiving! Alisa rushes to Joshua in time to administer first aid. " How'd you now were I was?", "I put a tracker in your helmet." Joshua looks at her in question. " Why?" Alisa says " I was assigned to you to watch you the council thought you were the mole". "Bastards". Alisa continues " you say me before Danny put the gun to your head?" "I say the reflection off your scope, need some work." Alisa tightens the dressings on his wounds "Shut up.