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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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2 RepliesEdited by Decay66: 7/15/2013 2:25:06 AMTitle: Destiny, the Beginning of a Legend I walk through the desert tired and battered by the harsh sands. Is this the end? Has all of my training and sacrifices which led up to the events I know lay before me been for nothing? Memories pass through my mind of my childhood. I was always told that I was meant for greatness and to not give up. Petrified by the thought of failure, I look ahead of me where over a dune I see the outlines of building tops. Hopeful for salvation I crawl up the steep sandy dune. As I reach the peak I feel free, only to fall to my knees in disappointment when I see my “salvation”. An old city now lies before me to which the figurative and literal sands of time have been cruel to. My mind wonders. This time, rather than to the serene memories of childhood, my mind contemplates the many possible circumstances to which this city has fallen. Deserted cars and rusty buildings are all that appear. As I think, my thoughts are interrupted by the sound of shifting sand behind me. As I turn I see a creature unlike any that I have seen before. Apart from two extra arms extending from his side, he was human like in appearance. He carried four swords and I derived from his demeanor that he was there with malicious intent. I drew my pistol from its holster and pulled the trigger. The beast fell down, letting out an eerie sound as it rolled down the sand. I turned, once again facing this vacant city. I now know that this is what my destiny is. For too long the stones of this city have been left unturned. This is where my journey begins.
