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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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6 RepliesEdited by THE CHIEF64: 7/13/2013 12:54:48 AM[b]The Buried City.[/b] Once, long ago, this was a great and magnificent city. Over a hundred years ago this city was a home to thousands of citizens. The city was well known before it became lost and forgotten, but through the sands of time it was. War started to spread throughout the galaxy, and like a deadly virus soon it infected those within the city, now forgotten from our world. One by one the citizens started to leave, abandoning their hope thinking that somewhere else they may find safety. I knew that there was no safe place, and I would rather die in my home awaiting the inevitable end that was upon us all. As time went on, there became less and less of us. What was once a mighty people soon became a few hundred, then a few dozen. Until it was only I that remained here in the city, I don’t know if the ones who left became lucky in their search for safety, but I never regretted my choice to stay…. Soon they came, the creatures from another world beyond our rim, seeking the resources we had. They tried to wipe us out, even into extinction. The armies came and attacked the city, I can still see them in my nightmares, marching their forces, destroying all in their path. As I write my recollection of these events I don’t know if any will ever know of the truth, or even seek to find it. If one day the remnants of this city are to be discovered and excavated then you can find the truth buried in the heart of the city center. Pathways through the darkness….Per audacia ad astra [i]I await your arrival….Destiny awaits you.[/i]
