Dear Competitors,
Welcome to the 2nd Official Writer's Club writing contest! THIS IS A CONTEST OPEN TO EVERYONE!! Anyone can join! Although I do invite all of you to also join the Official Writers Club, you are not obliged to join the O.W.C. (Official Writers Club), to partake in this fun writing contest! The purpose of the O.W.C. is for everyone to post either parts or whole stories, and the members will help you out and tell you what they most like about it! You are also encouraged to help others out! So basically it's all fun!
Let me introduce myself to you! I am Mary and am, what you might call the assistant leader of the Official Writers Club.
Now that I am finished with the introduction, on to the contest! :D
Here's what you should know about the contest:
You will need to fill out this form:
Name:
Questions (optional):
Entry:
Your entry will have to be based on the prompt bellow, but it can be anywhere in the story; beginning, middle, end, you name it!
Another thing to note is please don't post a link, please post it here!
The Prompt:
The three figures clad in black had you cornered, your back against the brick wall. That's when you saw it . . .
You can write your story anyway you please and are allowed to alter the prompt as far as: adding character's names, changing the "you" to an: "I", the name of a person, or "he", or "she"!
Judging date:
I have not chosen one yet, but I will get back to you on that! So you will have plenty of time to work on your story! I am excited to read what you come up with so please post your stories soon!
Winning:
The stories enter will be judged on:
•My personal favorite
•First place
•Most Exciting
•Funniest story
•Most creative
Those who don't place in the five above, I will go through and tell you what I liked best about your story!
Judges:
I will of course be one of the judges, but if anyone else is interested please let me know. There are approx. three judging positions avaliable right now.
Thank you!
Lucian Out!
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Posted at: 1:59 pm on April 1, 2012
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Posted at: 10:02 am on April 4, 2012
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Posted at: 4:15 pm on April 14, 2012
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Name: TAlli2
Entry: The top link on my signature. (it's kinda short)
Entry: The top link on my signature. (it's kinda short)
Proud Christian
If President Snow were to write a biography, it would be called... To Kill a Mockingjay
Try Matched by Ally Condie and Divergent by Veronica Roth
~Dystopian Lover~
Posted at: 10:35 am on April 15, 2012
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Hey TAlli2! Thanks for joining, but could you please post a story to go with the prompt? You have a good amount of time to do it, and the length doesn't matter though it can help. :) Thank you, and could you please try to spread the word?
And if anyone wants me to check out one of their stories durring the contest I will deffinitly go there! Just post the link. :)
Mary~ Inspired by the Past. Writer of the Present. Author of the Future.
And if anyone wants me to check out one of their stories durring the contest I will deffinitly go there! Just post the link. :)
Mary~ Inspired by the Past. Writer of the Present. Author of the Future.
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Posted at: 5:13 pm on April 17, 2012
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You read it so doesn't it count?
Proud Christian
If President Snow were to write a biography, it would be called... To Kill a Mockingjay
Try Matched by Ally Condie and Divergent by Veronica Roth
~Dystopian Lover~
Posted at: 5:14 pm on April 18, 2012
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TurtleAgent2: I did read it and I really liked it! But unfortunatly your story can't be entered in this contest, because the rules are that you must post a story based on the prompt, (see above). You write really well, and I would love it if you wrote a story based on the prompt! So please do! And if you have any other stories of yours that you would like me to read, I would be more than happy to read them! That apllies to everybody. :)
Mary~ Inspired by the Past. Writer of the present. Author of the future.
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Posted at: 3:09 pm on April 21, 2012
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Could I be a judge please?
Cea-Cea
Cea-Cea
Princess Cea-Cea
An author in training
Gallagher Girl
Daughter of Poseidon
Live,Laugh,Love and CAHILLS!!!
Cahills v. Vespers!!!
DREAMS…can come TRUE
WWJD?
This is SO 200 characters!
Posted at: 9:41 am on April 22, 2012
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Name: Nur
Questions (optional): Okay, one question: how long is this supposed to be? I'll write more if I need to...
Entry:
The three figures clad in black had me cornered, my back against the brick wall. That's when I saw it . . . A blinding light flashing in my eyes, stunning me along with my attackers. I squinted and covered my eyes, turning away from the light. I heard shouting, then a gun being shot. Tears welled up in my eyes, I didn’t know what was going on, and I was scared beyond belief. I crumpled up into a ball and closed my eyes, willing for everything to end. For everything to be ok. Suddenly, I felt someone grab my hand and pull me up. I staggered, and opened my eyes. The sight they saw made me scream and back away. The person before me was my best friend, Jack, except that he was beaten and broken. He had a black eye and numerous cuts all over his body. His clothes were torn beyond repair. But the thing that caught my attention the most was the huge gash that ran from his forehead across his cheek all the way to his chin. “W-what happened? Are you alright?” I asked, shaken. I touched is face softly and he grimaced, “Don’t worry,” he said, trying and failing to reassure me, “come, we have to get out of here.” He pulled me away from the wall and we sprinted over the fallen bodies of my attackers, racing over blood, and broken limbs. I didn’t know where I was headed, or what had just happened. All I could do was have faith in Jack. That he would keep me safe. That I would be ok.
~Nur~
I am the rays of hope of the rising sun,
I am the ambient sun at its zenith,
I am the radiant red of the sunset.
I am light. I am Nur.
Posted at: 2:34 pm on April 22, 2012
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Name: Phenix and Livy were triplets and we always write together it's sorta imposibul not to because we share thoughts and I'll post my story later I'm going to go write it now
RIP Mum Dad Alex Layla Bert Tony Onyx Ana and my little Georgie
not a day passes when I don't think of all of you, see you all someday~Mia
Nothing is impossible with god~Mia
Posted at: 9:18 pm on April 22, 2012
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Oh and um so can the prompt be any were in the story as long as it's in there oh and can you look and risen from ashes it's on like the first page of my posts and could you tell other people to read it and I'd like to join the O.W.C
RIP Mum Dad Alex Layla Bert Tony Onyx Ana and my little Georgie
not a day passes when I don't think of all of you, see you all someday~Mia
Nothing is impossible with god~Mia
Posted at: 9:22 pm on April 22, 2012
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Cea-Cea: Sure you can be a juge! :) (Yay! Now I'm not alone! :P )
Nur: The story can be any length you'd like! If you want to add more than go ahead. If you don't want to, then don't! Your story is so sweet! I am liking Jack already! :)
Phenix and Livy: Of course you can write together! Yes, the prompt can be anywhere in the story. I'll check out your story soon! I'm glad you'd like to join the O.W.C.! We'd love to have you! Take your time on your story, but I can't wait to read it! :)
Mary~ Inspired by the Past. Writer of the present. Author of the future.
Nur: The story can be any length you'd like! If you want to add more than go ahead. If you don't want to, then don't! Your story is so sweet! I am liking Jack already! :)
Phenix and Livy: Of course you can write together! Yes, the prompt can be anywhere in the story. I'll check out your story soon! I'm glad you'd like to join the O.W.C.! We'd love to have you! Take your time on your story, but I can't wait to read it! :)
Mary~ Inspired by the Past. Writer of the present. Author of the future.
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Posted at: 4:59 pm on April 24, 2012
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Posted at: 5:08 pm on April 26, 2012
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Sweeeeeet. Last contest I entered the poster didn't even respond. So I am entering THIS one, cause I know you will respond. ;) You're awesome that way!
Okay, here's my form.
Name: Brooke Diamondlise A. Cahill
Questions: How can I join the OWC?
Entry:
It was so, so dark. The world was falling around me, spinning me into a dark void. I gasped for air, my light brown hair whipping around my head. Strands hit my face, like tiny whips cracking. I opened my mouth to scream, but no sound filled the air. I was voiceless. In the darkness, my heart hammered; my worst nightmare a glaring reality.
Suddenly, I wasn't moving. I stood, like a statue, still in the darkness. I still couldn't breathe, I still couldn't scream, and now I couldn't move. Then a blinding light flashed into the room; i could only shut my eyelids to block the startling appearance. When I opened my eyes, the light had dimmed enough for me to see. Three figures, dressed in billowing black robes, stood around four yards from me.
The three figures clad in black had me cornered, my back against the brick wall. That's when I saw it; a person, standing to the side. Watching me, watching the people in black. It was a girl, with long white hair, tan skin, and white robes. She raised a hand, and the figures disappeared, wailing. She was calm, beautiful, and so obviously powerful that I shrank away. I could move!
"Who are you?" I could speak! I was breathing...
The girl smiled knowingly. Then her arms came up from her sides, and the light grew brighter. It was coming from her! The girl looked skyward; then leveled her head to stare at me. Then I could no longer see, for the light became so bright I was in the dark again, and I fell into a normal sleep.
I awoke with a start. Pale sunlight drifted in threw my single window, and the white curtains fluttered in the breeze. The scent of cherry blossoms filled the air.
I was safe. My dream, the dream that occurred almost every night, had come and gone. I sat up in bed, and touched a chain on which a pendant hung. The white wing studded with quartz was supposed to protect me from harm. Why did it not dispel these dreams?
That's my entry! =) I hope you like it! Also, I'm really interested in the OWC. I would LOVE to be a part of that. =) ~Brooke, the first half of Night'n'Gale
Okay, here's my form.
Name: Brooke Diamondlise A. Cahill
Questions: How can I join the OWC?
Entry:
It was so, so dark. The world was falling around me, spinning me into a dark void. I gasped for air, my light brown hair whipping around my head. Strands hit my face, like tiny whips cracking. I opened my mouth to scream, but no sound filled the air. I was voiceless. In the darkness, my heart hammered; my worst nightmare a glaring reality.
Suddenly, I wasn't moving. I stood, like a statue, still in the darkness. I still couldn't breathe, I still couldn't scream, and now I couldn't move. Then a blinding light flashed into the room; i could only shut my eyelids to block the startling appearance. When I opened my eyes, the light had dimmed enough for me to see. Three figures, dressed in billowing black robes, stood around four yards from me.
The three figures clad in black had me cornered, my back against the brick wall. That's when I saw it; a person, standing to the side. Watching me, watching the people in black. It was a girl, with long white hair, tan skin, and white robes. She raised a hand, and the figures disappeared, wailing. She was calm, beautiful, and so obviously powerful that I shrank away. I could move!
"Who are you?" I could speak! I was breathing...
The girl smiled knowingly. Then her arms came up from her sides, and the light grew brighter. It was coming from her! The girl looked skyward; then leveled her head to stare at me. Then I could no longer see, for the light became so bright I was in the dark again, and I fell into a normal sleep.
I awoke with a start. Pale sunlight drifted in threw my single window, and the white curtains fluttered in the breeze. The scent of cherry blossoms filled the air.
I was safe. My dream, the dream that occurred almost every night, had come and gone. I sat up in bed, and touched a chain on which a pendant hung. The white wing studded with quartz was supposed to protect me from harm. Why did it not dispel these dreams?
That's my entry! =) I hope you like it! Also, I'm really interested in the OWC. I would LOVE to be a part of that. =) ~Brooke, the first half of Night'n'Gale
Brooke and Ariel Cahill
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Posted at: 2:36 pm on April 27, 2012
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Thanks Brooke! :) I really enjoyed your story! Though I'll say more at the end of the contest! :) i've had that happen to me before that the person never responded! You can join the OWC by just going to the post and posting! That's really it! Maybe give an introduction or something! DragonRider122 started it, but didn't do much and the post has kind of died again, but I'm slowly building it up.
Here is the link: http://www.the39clues.com/messageboard/show/12705
If the link doesn't work than look under my posts for The Official Writer's Club.
Thank you everyone for joining this contest, and please spread the word!
Mary~ Inspired by the Past. Writer of the Present. Author of the Future.
Here is the link: http://www.the39clues.com/messageboard/show/12705
If the link doesn't work than look under my posts for The Official Writer's Club.
Thank you everyone for joining this contest, and please spread the word!
Mary~ Inspired by the Past. Writer of the Present. Author of the Future.
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Posted at: 7:05 pm on April 28, 2012
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Thanks Mary! I'll go check it out right now! =)~Brooke, the first half of Night'n'Gale
Brooke and Ariel Cahill
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Posted at: 12:25 pm on April 29, 2012
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Okay! :)
Bump!
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Bump!
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Posted at: 9:11 pm on April 30, 2012
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I'd like to join.
Name: Melanie
I'll post my entry later. This is my first contest.
Name: Melanie
I'll post my entry later. This is my first contest.
"Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend. Inside of a dog it's too dark to read."
-Groucho Marx
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Posted at: 9:58 pm on May 2, 2012
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Can I change the tense of the prompt if I'm writing my story in the present tense? That's something I've been trying lately.
"Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend. Inside of a dog it's too dark to read."
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Posted at: 10:12 pm on May 2, 2012
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Welcome Melanie! Yes, you can change the tense! No problem! The prompt is more of a guide and/or something to build on, so changing it slightly doesn't bother me at all!! :) I wish you lots of luck for your first contest! Thanks for joining! :)
Mary~ Inspired by the Past. Writer of the Present. Author of the Future.
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Posted at: 5:53 pm on May 3, 2012
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Just one question: when is the deadline??
~Nur~
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I am the ambient sun at its zenith,
I am the radiant red of the sunset.
I am light. I am Nur.
Posted at: 6:18 pm on May 4, 2012
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Hi i'm so excited about this... !! :D
name: Rexine Cahill
age:12 years old
entry :
u can coppy and paste this link, i have already written the sotrry last year... and i'm still finishing it this year...
http://www.the39clues.com/messageboard/show/2598
This is my Cahill story!! :3
Rexine cahill 11 years old lives in philippines (Proud Lucian)
My parents went abroad for nearly 4 years, they said that, they were going to come back here within 3 months. So i had to stay here in my big house with a boring governess and all housemaids who keeps on bugging me. So practicly maybe you know my life's boring, even on Christmass years.
I went to my room and sat down in my couch near the open window and wondered. Perhaps the wind is only my friend here isn't it? As i narrowed my eyes and stared at the whole room, my ears caught something that i never heard before. I arosed from my chair and looked everywhere for that sound. what was that noice? i asked myself. I went looking through under the couch under the desk, under the whole big room. BUt still i can't find it. I opened the Cabinet and heard the sound oncemore getting louder, so if that means its getting louder i was getting nearer. And for that sense i heard the buzzing noice in my bag.
Buzzzz.......
buzzz........
I opened the bag and saw the thing that i heard. It was my cellphone. who could possibly call me in my old cellphone? mom and dad never use to call me they didn't even know i had a cellphone?? who could it be? i thought.
So curiouse that i let myself answered the ringing, buzzing phone. There was a strange sound of a voice in there, nearly half nervouse or something. "Madrigals on the way Protect your clue..... Evacuate place E-emidiately... Lucians on the way!! Go to basement". Then the voice stopped. Mom and Dad mentioned me about a thing near at there room, they said never to touch the sacred paper. should i touch the paper?? maybe that was the clue the guy talking about? and what madrigal? i though for a second, well mom and dad broke their promise to return in 3 years so maybe its okay too break promise number one. i though like a stupid child.
BAng!!!! The door from the front door broked. My Black hair flung from my face with nervouse, i hurriedly ran to my parent's room. My legs were shaking that time, although i didn't knew who were the Madrigals i was one for sure there were evil starting from the banging of the door. I ran hurriedly and opened the door. To my surprise the Madrigal was about to climb the window of my parent's room. My face turned pale. My teeth rumbled, my legs trembled and my hand shaking. i couldn't do it but still the man's voice still echoed right into my ear. protect you clue.
i had no choice but to take my responsibility higher and fight for the clue. Really maybe it did mean something cause if it wasn't why would mom and dad prevent me for such things. My spirit went high and i swooped down the corner and grabbed a basseball bat then swing it over to the madrigals head. He was going down down down and down. "sorry" i said.
I Hurriedly get the paper and dashed it inside my pocket. when i turned around and ran for the door two men was staring at me. "give me the paper now dear". the other one said.
name: Rexine Cahill
age:12 years old
entry :
u can coppy and paste this link, i have already written the sotrry last year... and i'm still finishing it this year...
http://www.the39clues.com/messageboard/show/2598
This is my Cahill story!! :3
Rexine cahill 11 years old lives in philippines (Proud Lucian)
My parents went abroad for nearly 4 years, they said that, they were going to come back here within 3 months. So i had to stay here in my big house with a boring governess and all housemaids who keeps on bugging me. So practicly maybe you know my life's boring, even on Christmass years.
I went to my room and sat down in my couch near the open window and wondered. Perhaps the wind is only my friend here isn't it? As i narrowed my eyes and stared at the whole room, my ears caught something that i never heard before. I arosed from my chair and looked everywhere for that sound. what was that noice? i asked myself. I went looking through under the couch under the desk, under the whole big room. BUt still i can't find it. I opened the Cabinet and heard the sound oncemore getting louder, so if that means its getting louder i was getting nearer. And for that sense i heard the buzzing noice in my bag.
Buzzzz.......
buzzz........
I opened the bag and saw the thing that i heard. It was my cellphone. who could possibly call me in my old cellphone? mom and dad never use to call me they didn't even know i had a cellphone?? who could it be? i thought.
So curiouse that i let myself answered the ringing, buzzing phone. There was a strange sound of a voice in there, nearly half nervouse or something. "Madrigals on the way Protect your clue..... Evacuate place E-emidiately... Lucians on the way!! Go to basement". Then the voice stopped. Mom and Dad mentioned me about a thing near at there room, they said never to touch the sacred paper. should i touch the paper?? maybe that was the clue the guy talking about? and what madrigal? i though for a second, well mom and dad broke their promise to return in 3 years so maybe its okay too break promise number one. i though like a stupid child.
BAng!!!! The door from the front door broked. My Black hair flung from my face with nervouse, i hurriedly ran to my parent's room. My legs were shaking that time, although i didn't knew who were the Madrigals i was one for sure there were evil starting from the banging of the door. I ran hurriedly and opened the door. To my surprise the Madrigal was about to climb the window of my parent's room. My face turned pale. My teeth rumbled, my legs trembled and my hand shaking. i couldn't do it but still the man's voice still echoed right into my ear. protect you clue.
i had no choice but to take my responsibility higher and fight for the clue. Really maybe it did mean something cause if it wasn't why would mom and dad prevent me for such things. My spirit went high and i swooped down the corner and grabbed a basseball bat then swing it over to the madrigals head. He was going down down down and down. "sorry" i said.
I Hurriedly get the paper and dashed it inside my pocket. when i turned around and ran for the door two men was staring at me. "give me the paper now dear". the other one said.
please read my Cahill story PROUD CAHILL!!
http://www.the39clues.com/messageboard/show/2598
happy hunger games and may the odds be ever in your favor....
Posted at: 8:33 am on May 5, 2012
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Name: Abby
Entry: okay,this is a new stry .I am doing this off the top of my head
The three figures clad in black had me cornered, I had my back against the brick wall. That's when I saw it... my one way out.Okay I probobly need to back up, my name is Ashlyn Carter and I am 12 years old. My parents died in a bombing when I was four and I have been alone ever since.I am wanted in many states by the police for stealing and using fake identitys.Now I am running around america from interpole and many others. After my parents died I went into the one area of the house I was forbiden, the basement. It was like a giant library, exept it was filled with papers about a secret socioty and pictures of men I had never seen.Most of the men where wearing long black capes, I kept some of the pictures and I figured out they were mug shots. These men were criminals! At the age of six a group of men caught me and took me back to my house. They explained my parents were part of a secret group, and a group of dangerous criminals had goton loose the day I was born. They made me stay with them so they could teach me. They mostly taught me fighting technicous and how to identify and use most weapons. When I turned eight I went on my first mision. Now I go on my own. This story is about one mission that changed my life.
Entry: okay,this is a new stry .I am doing this off the top of my head
The three figures clad in black had me cornered, I had my back against the brick wall. That's when I saw it... my one way out.Okay I probobly need to back up, my name is Ashlyn Carter and I am 12 years old. My parents died in a bombing when I was four and I have been alone ever since.I am wanted in many states by the police for stealing and using fake identitys.Now I am running around america from interpole and many others. After my parents died I went into the one area of the house I was forbiden, the basement. It was like a giant library, exept it was filled with papers about a secret socioty and pictures of men I had never seen.Most of the men where wearing long black capes, I kept some of the pictures and I figured out they were mug shots. These men were criminals! At the age of six a group of men caught me and took me back to my house. They explained my parents were part of a secret group, and a group of dangerous criminals had goton loose the day I was born. They made me stay with them so they could teach me. They mostly taught me fighting technicous and how to identify and use most weapons. When I turned eight I went on my first mision. Now I go on my own. This story is about one mission that changed my life.
Dauntless
“Fear doesn't shut you down; it wakes you up” -Divergent
Red, the blood of angry men, Black, the dark of ages past
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Writing Contest~ Everyone and every story are welcome and invited
Oh, I'd love to join, if it's not too late...
Name:Ben
Questions:Did you make up OWC?
Entry:well the thing I'm about to write
Three figures clad in black had me cornered, my back against a brick wall. That's when I saw it... A rope ladder directly 2 ft. away from me. I started to slide towards a latter. One of the men noticed me moving and tackled me. I kicked him in the shinn and the man howled with pain as I ran towards the rope ladder...
Name:Ben
Questions:Did you make up OWC?
Entry:well the thing I'm about to write
Three figures clad in black had me cornered, my back against a brick wall. That's when I saw it... A rope ladder directly 2 ft. away from me. I started to slide towards a latter. One of the men noticed me moving and tackled me. I kicked him in the shinn and the man howled with pain as I ran towards the rope ladder...
"You have kindness in your eyes,and sadness,a great ferocity too."- Dr Carlo Jex
When life gives you lemonade throw it at the girl in the red rubber rain boots and demand for limes!
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Name: Tecno9
questions: NONE
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The three clad figures had me cornered, my back against a brick wall. That's when I saw it... the shine of the silver gun. Where is it cahill! I'll never tell you I screamed at them. I've been laying off on spilling blood, but you might have to make me reconsider said the man holding the gun. I'd rather die than tell you scum! Remember, we can arrange that said one of the figures. The man pressed is gun lightly to my neck. Vesper1 expected this, so he created a planB. One of the men took a small screen out of his pocket and turned it on. It showed my family through a window. Then it changed setting and their was another clad figure in the tree in my backyard... and he had a sniper pointed at them. The clad men saw the look of horror on my face. So let's ask you again, where is it! My palms began to sweat then finally I spit it out: Amy Cahill has it! The man retreated his gun. Wave the assasin off. And.... call the Wyomings their going to the States. Then they disappered into the shadows. I muttered to myself What have I done?
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The three clad figures had me cornered, my back against a brick wall. That's when I saw it... the shine of the silver gun. Where is it cahill! I'll never tell you I screamed at them. I've been laying off on spilling blood, but you might have to make me reconsider said the man holding the gun. I'd rather die than tell you scum! Remember, we can arrange that said one of the figures. The man pressed is gun lightly to my neck. Vesper1 expected this, so he created a planB. One of the men took a small screen out of his pocket and turned it on. It showed my family through a window. Then it changed setting and their was another clad figure in the tree in my backyard... and he had a sniper pointed at them. The clad men saw the look of horror on my face. So let's ask you again, where is it! My palms began to sweat then finally I spit it out: Amy Cahill has it! The man retreated his gun. Wave the assasin off. And.... call the Wyomings their going to the States. Then they disappered into the shadows. I muttered to myself What have I done?
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Name:Alyssa
Entry:
The three figures clad in black have me cornered,my back against the brick wall. That's when I see it . . . "The boom mic is in my way!" I shout to the director before the fight scene starts. "John?!?" the three in black complain, " Do you know how hot it is in here?" the one in the middle asks as he takes his mask off his face. "No...but you can come and hold this stupid thing for half an hour without moving, instead of having your butt being kickd by a girl." "Its part of the script!" the teen in black counters. "fighting over the last strawberry bagle in the breakroom was part of the script?" everyone on set laughs as the darkly dressed kid turns bright red and stomps off. "Isn`t he supposed to be the bad guy that tries to kill you? Not the bagle ninja?" on of the camramen asks. "It dosn`t help that he tried to fight me with a spoon." I tell him as he erases the footage, since today was a total waste of film.
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The three figures clad in black had you cornered, your back against the brick wall. That's when you saw it . . .
The gun in the first figure's hand. She held the gun up to my nose... Wait, why my nose? She pulled the trigger and there was a poof of powder. Then, blckness. I awoke to blinding lights and unbearablepain. I tried to get up but was weighted down by somthing wooden. I realized that I was under a bed. I wiggled out from under the bed and sat up. I was in a small, white room with a large door and a doorhandle to high up for me to reach. Curse my shortness! There was only a worn down bed, chair, and small lamp in the room. I nearly screamed when I realized where I was. I had been taken back to my captor's headquarters. A wave of fear passed through me. I couldn't believe that they had brought me back here! I never did anything wrong! they had just shown up at my orphnages doorstep and grabbed me by my wings. I had escaped the mad scientist and his henchmen twice, but it got harder every time. All they wanted were my feathers, for it is said that an angel's feather's can heal and restore any human being. Yes, an ANGEL. It is true, unfortunately, and it gets me killed almost everyday. Suddenly, the door opened and a girl with brown hair came in.
"Are you okay?," she asked. She sounded so kind that I sprang up and hugged her. "My name is Amy, " she continued, " I've come to rescue you. but we need to hurry." Amy broke down the wall with a powerful kick and lead me to a car outside. The outside was so beautiful that I nearly stopped to smell the roses in a nearby bush, but Amy kept me going. I jumped in the car and she locked the door behind. Inside were three other people who later told me there names: Dan, Hamilton and Jonah.
The gun in the first figure's hand. She held the gun up to my nose... Wait, why my nose? She pulled the trigger and there was a poof of powder. Then, blckness. I awoke to blinding lights and unbearablepain. I tried to get up but was weighted down by somthing wooden. I realized that I was under a bed. I wiggled out from under the bed and sat up. I was in a small, white room with a large door and a doorhandle to high up for me to reach. Curse my shortness! There was only a worn down bed, chair, and small lamp in the room. I nearly screamed when I realized where I was. I had been taken back to my captor's headquarters. A wave of fear passed through me. I couldn't believe that they had brought me back here! I never did anything wrong! they had just shown up at my orphnages doorstep and grabbed me by my wings. I had escaped the mad scientist and his henchmen twice, but it got harder every time. All they wanted were my feathers, for it is said that an angel's feather's can heal and restore any human being. Yes, an ANGEL. It is true, unfortunately, and it gets me killed almost everyday. Suddenly, the door opened and a girl with brown hair came in.
"Are you okay?," she asked. She sounded so kind that I sprang up and hugged her. "My name is Amy, " she continued, " I've come to rescue you. but we need to hurry." Amy broke down the wall with a powerful kick and lead me to a car outside. The outside was so beautiful that I nearly stopped to smell the roses in a nearby bush, but Amy kept me going. I jumped in the car and she locked the door behind. Inside were three other people who later told me there names: Dan, Hamilton and Jonah.
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Name: Kaylee Cahill
Questions: None
Entry:
I could tell I was trapped. I was walking home and then these three figures in clad black had me cornered, my back against a brick wall. That's when I saw it... a blurry vision that I almost didn't believe. My crush who hated me ran over and beat them he told me to run. My hair wild, my shoelaces untied, I tripped. It felt as if I broke my leg. I had to get up. I tried opening my eyes, but everything was black. I knew I was blind, but I knew better than to sit and cry. I felt as if it was a miracle as I stood up and saw again. I then saw a car coming. I jumped out of the way. I ran home as quick as I could. I opened the door and it was a mess. It was deserted. They had left me, all over again.
God loved the world... BELIEVE IT! ~ Kaylee Cahill
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Nur: That is a good question! Presently there is no specific deadline. When there are a good amount of people who have entered then I will create a deadline. :)
Rexine: I thoroughly enjoyed your section of your story and I'd say that you write very well. There is one small thing that you might need to know. To "enter" the contest for a chance to win than you need to write a story (length doesn't matter), that includes the prompt (above). With the prompt you can change the tense (past, present, future), person (like the "you" to an: "I", "he", "she", or a persons name), and it can be located anywhere in the story.
If you would like me to read your story(stories), then all you need to do is ask! :) I will go soon to check out your story so keep an eye out for my post on it.
Abby: Very good! Just out of curiosity; are you going to add more to it, or is that your whole entry? Not that it's bad; quid the opposite! :) I was just wondering because you are always welcome to keep on going with your story until the judging date (which has not yet been chosen).
Ben: I did not found the OWC, but I am temporarily the leader until DragonRider122 decides to come back and return to his former position. He asked me to lead it until he did and I said "Yes!" :) I will say more about your story when the contest is over (so don't worry, I'll tell you what I liked best and found you did best in your story when I announce the winners and address each and every one of the competitors), but its really good! :)
Techno9: Your entry was exciting! :) The only small thing I would suggest (for the future of course), is that you use quotation marks to show that someone is speaking. For example:
"Stop! I'll do it!" I shouted, tears streaming down my face.
"Good. I thought you might," Vesper 3 said.
"Thought?" Vesper 2 added, "We all knew. You are too weak master Jake."
As appose to:
"Stop! I'll do it!" I shouted, tears streaming down my face. "Good. I thought you might," the Vesper said. "Thought?" Vesper 2 added, "We all knew. You are too weak master Jake."
If you made that small change it would make your character's conversations easier for the reader to read. But that's just a suggestion. Btw, I like your signature! :)
Alyssa: Nice twist! I wasn't expecting it to be a movie being filmed! Nice!
BlackIntelligence16: I like it a lot! :) So the main character is an angel? Cool! :)
Kaylee: I like your use of a lot of action in your entry! :)
I'd like to thank you all profoundly for participating in this contest!
Mary~ Inspired by the Past. Writer of the present. Author of the future.
Rexine: I thoroughly enjoyed your section of your story and I'd say that you write very well. There is one small thing that you might need to know. To "enter" the contest for a chance to win than you need to write a story (length doesn't matter), that includes the prompt (above). With the prompt you can change the tense (past, present, future), person (like the "you" to an: "I", "he", "she", or a persons name), and it can be located anywhere in the story.
If you would like me to read your story(stories), then all you need to do is ask! :) I will go soon to check out your story so keep an eye out for my post on it.
Abby: Very good! Just out of curiosity; are you going to add more to it, or is that your whole entry? Not that it's bad; quid the opposite! :) I was just wondering because you are always welcome to keep on going with your story until the judging date (which has not yet been chosen).
Ben: I did not found the OWC, but I am temporarily the leader until DragonRider122 decides to come back and return to his former position. He asked me to lead it until he did and I said "Yes!" :) I will say more about your story when the contest is over (so don't worry, I'll tell you what I liked best and found you did best in your story when I announce the winners and address each and every one of the competitors), but its really good! :)
Techno9: Your entry was exciting! :) The only small thing I would suggest (for the future of course), is that you use quotation marks to show that someone is speaking. For example:
"Stop! I'll do it!" I shouted, tears streaming down my face.
"Good. I thought you might," Vesper 3 said.
"Thought?" Vesper 2 added, "We all knew. You are too weak master Jake."
As appose to:
"Stop! I'll do it!" I shouted, tears streaming down my face. "Good. I thought you might," the Vesper said. "Thought?" Vesper 2 added, "We all knew. You are too weak master Jake."
If you made that small change it would make your character's conversations easier for the reader to read. But that's just a suggestion. Btw, I like your signature! :)
Alyssa: Nice twist! I wasn't expecting it to be a movie being filmed! Nice!
BlackIntelligence16: I like it a lot! :) So the main character is an angel? Cool! :)
Kaylee: I like your use of a lot of action in your entry! :)
I'd like to thank you all profoundly for participating in this contest!
Mary~ Inspired by the Past. Writer of the present. Author of the future.
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MUSICMUSICMUSICMUSIC Would he say he's in L-O-V-E?
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Here's my entry:
I was young, though I'm not quite sure what age. My parents and I were walking through a garden outside a lovely brick building I can't remember anything else about. Suddenly, we heard voices from the street.
"They're here; I'm sure of it," the first voice said.
My parents exchange worried glances before my father shoved me behind a bush. "Stay here," he whispered before they ran off together.
I was terrified, and it felt like I hid there forever. I heard more indistinguishable voices, then footsteps, then a loud crash. I burst into loud sobs, and the next thing I knew people were standing over me.
The three figures clad in black had me cornered, my back against the brick wall. That's when I saw it. ... That's when I wake up.
I sit up in my bed, screaming, but everything is fine. I'm at home, in my tiny room, in the tiny bed I share with my little brother.
"Are you alright, Sissy?" Floy asks me as he rubs the sleep out of his eyes.
"Fine," I say as I hug him. "Just a bad dream."
"The one you can't remember the end of?" he asks me. I don't know how he knows that, but he's right. I hate everything about that dream.
"Orpha!" my mother calls. "It's time to get up."
I'm walking home from school with my best friend Alta. We're only a few streets away when I hear an ear-piercing scream. We break into a run and almost trip over Floy who is hiding in a bush across the street from our house.
Our house, the tiny, two-room, one-story, wooden shack I have spent my entire life in, is in flames. Alta lets out a scream, and three strangers dressed in black turn and see us. I grab her and Floy by the hands and run in the other direction as fast as I can.
We reach the edge of town and collapse. Alta is crying, and Floy is shaking.
"Mom and Dad are--are--they're--gone," the little boy sobs.
I feel like my throat has dropped into my stomach, but I can't let it show. I have to be strong for Floy.
"What was that?" Alta gasps. "Why were those people at your house?"
I take a deep breath to steady my voice. "I don't know," I say, "but you have to go home, Alta. We have to get away from here now."
We hug one last time, and I run away from the only place I've ever known with only my little brother.
It's our second night on our own, and the first time we've stopped moving. Floy fell asleep the moment we sat down, but I can't rest. It isn't the hard ground or the cold wind; it's everything that has happened. I can't process it.
My parents are dead. Our home is destroyed. I have to take care of my five-year-old brother. On top of that, I can't help thinking about my dream and the strange people from it who have suddenly shown up to ruin my life. I'm terrified I'll have the dream again if I let myself rest.
We've been traveling for over a month now, sticking to the roads but avoiding every town or city. I'm terrified of meeting anyone because I don't know who to trust anymore. We travel all night, partly because it's too cold to sleep and partly because it makes it easier for us to avoid being seen. We pass the silhouettes of bushes along the side of the road and the occasional tree. During the day, we sleep, under bushes or in trees, hoping we won't be seen.
I'm worried about Floy. He hasn't spoken a word since the night of the fire, and he's losing weight. I've done my best to find food, but it isn't enough even if I give him almost all of my half. It's hard to survive off of the supplies of travelers. We gather every crumb from abandoned campsights, and sometimes I steal enough to last us two or three days when we pass a group of sleeping travelers.
We can't go on like this much longer, but I know we can't stop moving either. I can't let those people from my dreams catch us.
I wake up suddenly and hear voices that are horribly familiar. Beside me, Floy sits up and gives a small gasp when he sees the black figures approaching us in the dim light. They hear him and start toward us as I scramble to my feet and drag my brother away from the road.
I'm running as fast as I can, but the man who has pulled ahead of the other two is keeping up easily. They're just playing wiht me. A loose stone sends us tumbling, and I stand up pulling Floy behind me.
"You're more trouble than you'r worth, girl," the first man says with a sneer.
"Please, let us go," I say, shaking and beginning to cry.
He just laughs and reaches toward me. His fist tightens around my throat, and I can't breathe. I squeeze my eyes shut so I won't have to see the end. I hear a loud thud, and realize when air floods back into my lungs I'm not the one who's been hit.
Through the increasing darkness, I can just see a girl in her late teens holding a metal pot and standing over an unconscious man dressed in all black.
"The other two are close behind us," she says. "We have to move, Orpha."
But I'm frozen.. "How do you know my name?" I ask.
"My name is Leona. You can trust me."
I just shake my head.
"I'll explain everything later, but we have to get out of here first."
finally, I nod. She grabs Floy and starts running; I follow as fast as I can.
The sun is just coming up, and we're in a strange town. We lost the two remaining men hours ago, and Leona leads us into a two-story brick house.
"We should take your brother to a room, so he can sleep," Leona says, walking up the stairs.
"What is this place?" I ask as I follow her. When she doesn't answer, I go on. "Who lives here? How do you know me?"
She tucks Floy into a big bed in a room that's bigger than our entire home. Leona puts her arm around me in a comforting way and leads me down the hall, but I'm not done.
"Who are you, really? What do you want with me and Floy? Who were those people? Why are they after us?"
She puts me into a bed, and I can barely keep my eyes open.
"Why won't you answere my questions?" I manage.
"You already know," she says as I drift off.
I sit up in bed and have the strangest feeling I've been here before, done this before. This room, with pink roses painted all over the walls, and a huge bed covered in a pink satin comforter is strangely familiar. I recognize every trinket, doll, jewelry box, and hairbow on the dresser. Have I been here?
I leave the room and walk downstairs. Everything is familiar, but nothing shocks me quite as much as the portrait of me as a young child with my parents. It hold my attention from the dining room wall for ten minutes. I have to find Leona and get answers.
But Leona isn't here. In the kitchen, I find two bowls of stew, a loaf of bread, and a note on the table. I'm starving, so I eat while I read.
Dear Orpha,
I had to leave. I'm sorry. I'll see you and your brother again, I promise. You need to travel south, toward Syldia. It's the safest way. I promise you will remember everything. Trust me.
Your Fried,
Leona
I'm just not sure. I go back to my room and look out the window.
It's the garden from my dream.
I do remember.
I was five years old. My parents and I had lived in the brick house with the garden all of my life. We took a walk in the garden every night after dinner. One nigh, three men showed up, looking for them.
Soon, they had me cornered, my back against the brick wall. That's when I saw her. ... A much younger Leona knocked out all three of the men dressed in black. She took me to my parents, and the four of us ran away together. Leona didn't stay with us for more than a few days.
That was six years ago.
Leona's letter told me to go south. I guess she plans to meet up with us there, but we've been traveling north. Should I really head toward the people who are trying to kill me? How can that be safe?
Syldia. I've never left Madrilin before--I'd never even left my town before a month ago, or so I thought yesterday. I don't even know which roads to take.
But Leona was right about me remembering. I know what I have to do.
Floy wanders into my room and gives me a questioning look. I miss his voice so much.
"Go downstairs and eat," I tell him. "We've got a big trip ahead of us. We're going to Syldia."
It's a little long. I hope it's good.
I was young, though I'm not quite sure what age. My parents and I were walking through a garden outside a lovely brick building I can't remember anything else about. Suddenly, we heard voices from the street.
"They're here; I'm sure of it," the first voice said.
My parents exchange worried glances before my father shoved me behind a bush. "Stay here," he whispered before they ran off together.
I was terrified, and it felt like I hid there forever. I heard more indistinguishable voices, then footsteps, then a loud crash. I burst into loud sobs, and the next thing I knew people were standing over me.
The three figures clad in black had me cornered, my back against the brick wall. That's when I saw it. ... That's when I wake up.
I sit up in my bed, screaming, but everything is fine. I'm at home, in my tiny room, in the tiny bed I share with my little brother.
"Are you alright, Sissy?" Floy asks me as he rubs the sleep out of his eyes.
"Fine," I say as I hug him. "Just a bad dream."
"The one you can't remember the end of?" he asks me. I don't know how he knows that, but he's right. I hate everything about that dream.
"Orpha!" my mother calls. "It's time to get up."
I'm walking home from school with my best friend Alta. We're only a few streets away when I hear an ear-piercing scream. We break into a run and almost trip over Floy who is hiding in a bush across the street from our house.
Our house, the tiny, two-room, one-story, wooden shack I have spent my entire life in, is in flames. Alta lets out a scream, and three strangers dressed in black turn and see us. I grab her and Floy by the hands and run in the other direction as fast as I can.
We reach the edge of town and collapse. Alta is crying, and Floy is shaking.
"Mom and Dad are--are--they're--gone," the little boy sobs.
I feel like my throat has dropped into my stomach, but I can't let it show. I have to be strong for Floy.
"What was that?" Alta gasps. "Why were those people at your house?"
I take a deep breath to steady my voice. "I don't know," I say, "but you have to go home, Alta. We have to get away from here now."
We hug one last time, and I run away from the only place I've ever known with only my little brother.
It's our second night on our own, and the first time we've stopped moving. Floy fell asleep the moment we sat down, but I can't rest. It isn't the hard ground or the cold wind; it's everything that has happened. I can't process it.
My parents are dead. Our home is destroyed. I have to take care of my five-year-old brother. On top of that, I can't help thinking about my dream and the strange people from it who have suddenly shown up to ruin my life. I'm terrified I'll have the dream again if I let myself rest.
We've been traveling for over a month now, sticking to the roads but avoiding every town or city. I'm terrified of meeting anyone because I don't know who to trust anymore. We travel all night, partly because it's too cold to sleep and partly because it makes it easier for us to avoid being seen. We pass the silhouettes of bushes along the side of the road and the occasional tree. During the day, we sleep, under bushes or in trees, hoping we won't be seen.
I'm worried about Floy. He hasn't spoken a word since the night of the fire, and he's losing weight. I've done my best to find food, but it isn't enough even if I give him almost all of my half. It's hard to survive off of the supplies of travelers. We gather every crumb from abandoned campsights, and sometimes I steal enough to last us two or three days when we pass a group of sleeping travelers.
We can't go on like this much longer, but I know we can't stop moving either. I can't let those people from my dreams catch us.
I wake up suddenly and hear voices that are horribly familiar. Beside me, Floy sits up and gives a small gasp when he sees the black figures approaching us in the dim light. They hear him and start toward us as I scramble to my feet and drag my brother away from the road.
I'm running as fast as I can, but the man who has pulled ahead of the other two is keeping up easily. They're just playing wiht me. A loose stone sends us tumbling, and I stand up pulling Floy behind me.
"You're more trouble than you'r worth, girl," the first man says with a sneer.
"Please, let us go," I say, shaking and beginning to cry.
He just laughs and reaches toward me. His fist tightens around my throat, and I can't breathe. I squeeze my eyes shut so I won't have to see the end. I hear a loud thud, and realize when air floods back into my lungs I'm not the one who's been hit.
Through the increasing darkness, I can just see a girl in her late teens holding a metal pot and standing over an unconscious man dressed in all black.
"The other two are close behind us," she says. "We have to move, Orpha."
But I'm frozen.. "How do you know my name?" I ask.
"My name is Leona. You can trust me."
I just shake my head.
"I'll explain everything later, but we have to get out of here first."
finally, I nod. She grabs Floy and starts running; I follow as fast as I can.
The sun is just coming up, and we're in a strange town. We lost the two remaining men hours ago, and Leona leads us into a two-story brick house.
"We should take your brother to a room, so he can sleep," Leona says, walking up the stairs.
"What is this place?" I ask as I follow her. When she doesn't answer, I go on. "Who lives here? How do you know me?"
She tucks Floy into a big bed in a room that's bigger than our entire home. Leona puts her arm around me in a comforting way and leads me down the hall, but I'm not done.
"Who are you, really? What do you want with me and Floy? Who were those people? Why are they after us?"
She puts me into a bed, and I can barely keep my eyes open.
"Why won't you answere my questions?" I manage.
"You already know," she says as I drift off.
I sit up in bed and have the strangest feeling I've been here before, done this before. This room, with pink roses painted all over the walls, and a huge bed covered in a pink satin comforter is strangely familiar. I recognize every trinket, doll, jewelry box, and hairbow on the dresser. Have I been here?
I leave the room and walk downstairs. Everything is familiar, but nothing shocks me quite as much as the portrait of me as a young child with my parents. It hold my attention from the dining room wall for ten minutes. I have to find Leona and get answers.
But Leona isn't here. In the kitchen, I find two bowls of stew, a loaf of bread, and a note on the table. I'm starving, so I eat while I read.
Dear Orpha,
I had to leave. I'm sorry. I'll see you and your brother again, I promise. You need to travel south, toward Syldia. It's the safest way. I promise you will remember everything. Trust me.
Your Fried,
Leona
I'm just not sure. I go back to my room and look out the window.
It's the garden from my dream.
I do remember.
I was five years old. My parents and I had lived in the brick house with the garden all of my life. We took a walk in the garden every night after dinner. One nigh, three men showed up, looking for them.
Soon, they had me cornered, my back against the brick wall. That's when I saw her. ... A much younger Leona knocked out all three of the men dressed in black. She took me to my parents, and the four of us ran away together. Leona didn't stay with us for more than a few days.
That was six years ago.
Leona's letter told me to go south. I guess she plans to meet up with us there, but we've been traveling north. Should I really head toward the people who are trying to kill me? How can that be safe?
Syldia. I've never left Madrilin before--I'd never even left my town before a month ago, or so I thought yesterday. I don't even know which roads to take.
But Leona was right about me remembering. I know what I have to do.
Floy wanders into my room and gives me a questioning look. I miss his voice so much.
"Go downstairs and eat," I tell him. "We've got a big trip ahead of us. We're going to Syldia."
It's a little long. I hope it's good.
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I think I probobly will add more on a some point.
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Here's the first part of my story the elemtalist time traveler Cinderella whom everyone calls Snow-White: I'm the picture of innocence, the Three young women clad in black have cornered me against a brick wall, they think I'm helpless they under estimate me. I'm crying acting that's what I am doing I wasnt even scared of these people who had killed my parents. because I know I could kill them with the snap of my fingers. I can feel the water beneath my feat, running threw the under ground stream, that only I know about and that water is what is about to save my life, i snap my fingers and the ground beneath the young women desolved before my teary eyes, I smile as I wipe away the fake tears. reforming the ground with another snap I'm an elemantalist which means I can control the five basic elements: water, fire, earth, air and cheese. those were huntresses they work for a man who is out to get any elementalists that don't agry with his plans. he sent people to kill the rest of my family. I survived and have been om the run ever since searching for the orbs of emotion, the keys to time and the elemental swords, there are three keys to time one for past one for present and one for the future, there are four elemental swords one for fire one for air one for earth and one for water, and there are three orbs of emotion one for happy joyful and hope full emotions one for angry emotions and one for sadness and greaph. These are the only things that could save this world my name is Cinderella but every one except my step mother and step sisters calls me Snow-White you may have heard story's about me yah know Cinderella, snow-white, sleeping beauty, Rapunzal, but none of gross are true there have a sliver of truth and that's it this is the true story of Snow-White elementalist, time travler
RIP Mum Dad Alex Layla Bert Tony Onyx Ana and my little Georgie
not a day passes when I don't think of all of you, see you all someday~Mia
Nothing is impossible with god~Mia
Posted at: 2:32 pm on May 8, 2012
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Melanie: I did enjoy it! It wasn't long at all! I usually have a hard time going short! ;) It sounds like an exciting adventure! You write very well! :)
Abby: I'm glad you wrote it so I could read it! :) I haven't set a judging date yet so you should have a good amount of time to continue if you wish to! :)
Phenix and Livy: Thrilling! The plot is great and story is very enjoyable! :) The only thing I would recomend is that you pay a bit more attention to your spelling and grammer, (not that mistakes are terrible; I make them often, but try to be aware).
Thank you all sooooooo much for joining!! :)
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Abby: I'm glad you wrote it so I could read it! :) I haven't set a judging date yet so you should have a good amount of time to continue if you wish to! :)
Phenix and Livy: Thrilling! The plot is great and story is very enjoyable! :) The only thing I would recomend is that you pay a bit more attention to your spelling and grammer, (not that mistakes are terrible; I make them often, but try to be aware).
Thank you all sooooooo much for joining!! :)
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I'll post later, book marking it so I cant forget(maybe)
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inviso: love and belief are the closest thing to magic we have
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ArtisticDiamond2: Okay! Btw, I like your sig! :)
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Posted at: 4:49 pm on May 9, 2012
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Hey everybody! There is a Writer President election going on right now, and I'm trying to get the word around. Anyone can vote and I would encourage you to! I am running for President and VP, but I'm not trying to pressure you to vote for me, only if you want to. (Though if you did vote for me I would appreciate it a lot; I can't lie). :)
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Name: Elziana (call me Elzia though)
Questions: Can you go to the following links: /22709, /22636, and /22549?
Entry:
My vision had long since left me. The dark caverns of the underground city under Europe had been a secret for centuries. When the Jemp beast had arrived they tore down the city to the nothing more smoldering remains, extinguished the fires that burned with the hope of the Tisrock people, and killed all the inhabitants of the city.
I was part of the Rogue Resistance. A group of the teenagers that had fled the city long before the Jemp beast had first arrived, before the underground caverns were plunged into darkness. When the Jemp beast left the city to search for the far more smaller settlements scattered throughout the caverns we returned.
The whole Resistance went to see the smoldering remains of the great secret city. My parents had never loved me, but I could not help, but cry when I found their bodies smoldering, broken, and bloody. I grieved even harder for my siblings. I had wanted to take them with me when I joined the Resistance, but they were too young, too fragile to become members. This year my brother Kenneth should have joined the Resistance.
My eyes suddenly adjust to a small luminouse glow. I must have made it back to the secrets city. The city still glows as it once did, there was just too much hope in the city to extuinguish the light completely. I run down the street my skin glowing with a soft dull light my hair whipping around me as I dash the street. I trip on something and fall scraping my leg that spew blood.
It's a body. And not just any body, but the body of the leader of the Resistance; Marcus Limroy. I give a shriek. What is Marcus's body doing here. He had gone with the main party of the Resistance to scower all over the caverns searching for the survivors. I kneel down and look at the wound, it's bleeding blue blood. The only sign to recognize us from being human. I wipe the cut clean and speak a word of healing. The cut closes and I take a closer look at Marcus's body. It's new I can tell. The blood is still wet.
I take his hands in my own closing my eyes blocking out all my other senses and then the images come to me.
Fire horribel burning green fire. The most horrible fire in the caverns. Figures mounted on the Jemp beast clad in black eyes that glowed red. One took off the mask she was wearing a human like face bright red hair falling down her back, bright like her eyes. The figure stepping forward hands cupped to her mouth as if she were about to blow something out of her palm. "Don worry you death will be quick, but very painful," she whispered. For some reason the words were comforting. She blew slightly and white powder blew in her hands forming a vortex. Spiraling towards me the pain hurt as if I was being burned. My own screamed pierced the air. I fell to the ground and the last thing I saw was the figure smile evily.
My mind burst from the vision a wild gasp escaping me. The figure was one of the Trinian. The Trinians were suppose to be extinct, but from the vision, it seems they never were, maybe there were few, but they survived and them seemed to be the breeders of the Jemp beast. Figures spring from the roofs of the smoldering buildings and I'm running again leaping of depris and fallen Resistance warriors. How many of us are left? There are barely any faces that don't lie dead in the streets. Something hard knocks me towards.
OMG I HAVE TO GO! SORRY I'LL CONTINUE TOMORROW!
Questions: Can you go to the following links: /22709, /22636, and /22549?
Entry:
My vision had long since left me. The dark caverns of the underground city under Europe had been a secret for centuries. When the Jemp beast had arrived they tore down the city to the nothing more smoldering remains, extinguished the fires that burned with the hope of the Tisrock people, and killed all the inhabitants of the city.
I was part of the Rogue Resistance. A group of the teenagers that had fled the city long before the Jemp beast had first arrived, before the underground caverns were plunged into darkness. When the Jemp beast left the city to search for the far more smaller settlements scattered throughout the caverns we returned.
The whole Resistance went to see the smoldering remains of the great secret city. My parents had never loved me, but I could not help, but cry when I found their bodies smoldering, broken, and bloody. I grieved even harder for my siblings. I had wanted to take them with me when I joined the Resistance, but they were too young, too fragile to become members. This year my brother Kenneth should have joined the Resistance.
My eyes suddenly adjust to a small luminouse glow. I must have made it back to the secrets city. The city still glows as it once did, there was just too much hope in the city to extuinguish the light completely. I run down the street my skin glowing with a soft dull light my hair whipping around me as I dash the street. I trip on something and fall scraping my leg that spew blood.
It's a body. And not just any body, but the body of the leader of the Resistance; Marcus Limroy. I give a shriek. What is Marcus's body doing here. He had gone with the main party of the Resistance to scower all over the caverns searching for the survivors. I kneel down and look at the wound, it's bleeding blue blood. The only sign to recognize us from being human. I wipe the cut clean and speak a word of healing. The cut closes and I take a closer look at Marcus's body. It's new I can tell. The blood is still wet.
I take his hands in my own closing my eyes blocking out all my other senses and then the images come to me.
Fire horribel burning green fire. The most horrible fire in the caverns. Figures mounted on the Jemp beast clad in black eyes that glowed red. One took off the mask she was wearing a human like face bright red hair falling down her back, bright like her eyes. The figure stepping forward hands cupped to her mouth as if she were about to blow something out of her palm. "Don worry you death will be quick, but very painful," she whispered. For some reason the words were comforting. She blew slightly and white powder blew in her hands forming a vortex. Spiraling towards me the pain hurt as if I was being burned. My own screamed pierced the air. I fell to the ground and the last thing I saw was the figure smile evily.
My mind burst from the vision a wild gasp escaping me. The figure was one of the Trinian. The Trinians were suppose to be extinct, but from the vision, it seems they never were, maybe there were few, but they survived and them seemed to be the breeders of the Jemp beast. Figures spring from the roofs of the smoldering buildings and I'm running again leaping of depris and fallen Resistance warriors. How many of us are left? There are barely any faces that don't lie dead in the streets. Something hard knocks me towards.
OMG I HAVE TO GO! SORRY I'LL CONTINUE TOMORROW!
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Posted at: 8:03 am on May 11, 2012
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Elziana: I love your name! It's so pretty! Your story is really exciting! :) No problem, I'll wait (rather impatiently I'll admit), until tomorrow! :) Thanks for joininh! I'll go check out those links soon!
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Okay..
Name: Sri
Questions: How do I join O.W.C??
Entry:
The three figures clad in the black had me cornered, my back against the brick wall.
that's when I saw it.... one of the human like figure has something dangling down his/her
neck. I grimaced, it was bright blue with some shades of purple and blue-green. The pendant
was crystal shaped and flashed whenever light bounced around it. It was there. They had it.
Crystal of the Dragons.
I need it back, I thought Zane and Zala need that necklace.
I leaned my head against the brick wall behind me, time to get to combat mode. I clenched my
cut off fingertips gloves into fists, I gritted my teeth and landed a high kick on one of the Human
Figures chest. The middle one, the one I kicked, staggered and couple of steps back, and it left
the others watching him. I took for it. I ran toward my left, and the Human Figure there swirled it's
head around fast enough to jump backwards and miss my punch. He crouched and narrowed his
eyes at me. Yeah buddy, I thought, I know some tricks for myself.
Name: Sri
Questions: How do I join O.W.C??
Entry:
The three figures clad in the black had me cornered, my back against the brick wall.
that's when I saw it.... one of the human like figure has something dangling down his/her
neck. I grimaced, it was bright blue with some shades of purple and blue-green. The pendant
was crystal shaped and flashed whenever light bounced around it. It was there. They had it.
Crystal of the Dragons.
I need it back, I thought Zane and Zala need that necklace.
I leaned my head against the brick wall behind me, time to get to combat mode. I clenched my
cut off fingertips gloves into fists, I gritted my teeth and landed a high kick on one of the Human
Figures chest. The middle one, the one I kicked, staggered and couple of steps back, and it left
the others watching him. I took for it. I ran toward my left, and the Human Figure there swirled it's
head around fast enough to jump backwards and miss my punch. He crouched and narrowed his
eyes at me. Yeah buddy, I thought, I know some tricks for myself.
"Not every girl is weak. Ever heard of me?"
Posted at: 4:38 pm on May 11, 2012
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