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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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3 RepliesEdited by Ereristrun: 7/13/2013 6:07:24 AMPain. The only word that can sum up this dreadful place that I have woken up to. Untouched by life for so long, metal struts break upon my weight as I bring myself to my feet. Where am I? I have been here long enough that sand has accumulated in tiny crevices within the folds of my clothing. I shouldn't have been out that long. Footsteps lead into the dark structure that I awoke next to. The wind is slowly blowing them away. Whoever, or whatever, they belong to was here recently. Heading into the structure I follow the footsteps as long as the sand reaches. But after a few minutes the sand has gone and I have nothing to keep my bearings on. I step from the sand onto the cold hard metal floor and look back and chuckle while letting out a little grin. The footsteps reminded me of a story my mother used to tell me about a little boy and girl that left bread crumbs upon the forest floor so they knew how to get home after their day's adventures. My grin fades as I realize the story ends with a witch, and I promptly turn back around and head into the unknown. Light. After an unknown period of time I see a pale pulsating glow emanating from around the corner. I quickly move towards it and peer around the corner. Some complex structure atop a dais at the foot of a metal table is the source of the glow. Trails of wires lead to the skeleton of what seems to be a portal. The table is glowing in a very peculiar fashion. I move closer to investigate and I realize. Blood. The hair on the back of my neck stands on end as I turn around. He’s there. Of course He is. He’s always been there. He wanted me to find this; to see what is about to come. I’ve nowhere left to go as he moves towards me. Smiling. Why does He smile? He’s so close. I feel a slight pressure on my chest. The warmth of my body is fleeing. I look up at that smiling face as the cold grips of death grab me. Silence.
