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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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9 RepliesEdited by E Z RIDER 2001: 7/15/2013 2:38:50 PMIt’s been seventeen days straight guarding this shitty door. A shitty door to a shitty room inside of a shitty building. It's supposed to be an outpost. A station to alert those who care to be alerted. With its drips and puddles, flickering lights that shine with the glow of death; it’s just enough light to show you that you're condemned to the dark but not enough to read by. It has more in common with a prison than you'd care to admit. Amazing what the sound of a drip can be likened to. A beat, or even a soul slipping away. Doesn’t bother me as much as it does the others though. The worst part is the smell. You wouldn’t think sand could have a smell, but it does. It reeks with the stench of wasted time. It smells exactly like you think it would. A forgotten place with a forgotten purpose. It fact, just this moment, I think I've forgotten the time. That would be a blessing, maybe it will run away. Ha! Maybe it will get angry and delete its Facebook page. With a quick glance at my wrist watch, I know what time it is. Time to guard this shitty door. But hey, someone somewhere is safe.
