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Aug 6 2013, 01:17 PM
Rules:
>Entry
-> ONE entry per member
-> This is an anonymous contest. All entries must be sent to me via PM or they WILL be disqualified. Any stories I receive will be posted as soon as I get them
--> If anywhere in the topic I see anything along the lines of "I entered" you will be disqualified
--> Include the prompt number in your submission PM
--> Mention the word count in your PM. This is on an honor system that may or may not be checked.
>Guidelines
-> All entries must be 100 to 1000 words
--> Wiggle room of up to 15-25 words over the maximum may be granted
-> Please follow at least basic rules of grammar and punctuation. I reserve the right to exempt your submission from voting if the aforementioned are sloppy
-> Submissions must be written in paragraph format (meaning no poetry)
--> Submissions must use block formatting (empty line between paragraphs) as it makes the submissions easier to read
-> The writing may be a work of Fanfiction or Original Fiction
-> Each piece must have a title, or it will be omitted from the vote
-> ALL STORIES MUST MAINTAIN THE FICTION RATING T OR LOWER All stories in violation of this rule will be disqualified
>Voting
-> The winner will be determined by popular vote
--> ONE vote per member
---> Don't vote for yourself for it is dishonorable to do so
-> The winner will chose the next 2 prompts
--> In the event of a tie, both 'winners' will choose one prompt
---> In the case of a 3+ way tie, an RNG will be used to determine which 2 'winners' decide the next prompt

Your prompts for this week are:
1:
CODE
Sacrilege

2:


As usual, you have 2 weeks to enter, the entry closing around noon (PST) on August 20.

Good luck, and happy writing~~
Jul 30 2013, 03:15 PM
Crimson Stains and Natural Disasters

Rules:
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-> ONE entry per member
-> This is an anonymous contest. All entries must be sent to me via PM or they WILL be disqualified. Any stories I receive will be posted as soon as I get them
--> If anywhere in the topic I see anything along the lines of "I entered" you will be disqualified
--> Include the prompt number in your submission PM
--> Mention the word count in your PM. This is on an honor system that may or may not be checked.
>Guidelines
-> All entries must be 100 to 1000 words
--> Wiggle room of up to 15-25 words over the maximum may be granted
-> Please follow at least basic rules of grammar and punctuation. I reserve the right to exempt your submission from voting if the aforementioned are sloppy
-> Submissions must be written in paragraph format (meaning no poetry)
--> Submissions must use block formatting (empty line between paragraphs) as it makes the submissions easier to read
-> The writing may be a work of Fanfiction or Original Fiction
-> Each piece must have a title, or it will be omitted from the vote
-> ALL STORIES MUST MAINTAIN THE FICTION RATING T OR LOWER All stories in violation of this rule will be disqualified
>Voting
-> The winner will be determined by popular vote
--> ONE vote per member
---> Don't vote for yourself for it is dishonorable to do so
-> The winner will chose the next 2 prompts
--> In the event of a tie, both 'winners' will choose one prompt
---> In the case of a 3+ way tie, an RNG will be used to determine which 2 'winners' decide the next prompt

This week's prompts:
1
CODE
Blood

2


Entry #1, Prompt 2: Act of Nature
I'm not sure if it was the rumbling of the eruption or the rumbling of the thunder that awoke me. For all I know it could have been both. Probably neither, now that I think about it.

I guess most people's reaction to waking up during a simultaneous volcanic eruption and giant lightning storm is to run or hide or just get away in general, but it didn't seem so bad to me. I mean I was already in the volcano, in the lava... or was it still magma at that point? Whatever.

The pool of molten rock felt very relaxing, which I guess isn't bad as a first memory. I began to swim around in the lava. It felt really warm and comforting. I began to swim deeper and deeper into the volcano. The deeper I got, the better it felt, but it seemed liked it had different plans. Another wave of the eruption pushed me out into the air. By the time I awoke again the storm and the eruption were over and the closest thing to peace I think could exist there had returned to the land.

So, that's probably the story of how I was born. Some parents I have, right?


Entry #2, Prompt 1: Crimson
A single drop.

It shouldn’t have mattered, just one small circular stain on the dull hardwood floor, a hole in the blanket of dust that encased the whole mansion.

I heard a sound behind me—something moving fast, faster than anything natural should be able to move. I spun around quickly, the movement disturbing more dust as I looked back through the doorway I’d just used to leave the kitchen. From the flash of light outside, I could see a cloud of dust moving one way, slowly settling on the cracked yellowed tile floor.

My heart jumped as the loud boom of thunder rattled the entire mansion.
I turned back around, and there he was, luminescent white teeth pulled into a creepy grin, pale skin, glowing red eyes and all.

I swear my heart stopped the moment he took a step towards me.

I panicked, hurriedly reaching my hand into my pocket and pulling out the few cloves of garlic I still had in my pocket, ignoring the sound of my grandfather’s silver pocketwatch meeting the aged hardwood floor in favor of my survival.

His smile just grew wider as he continued stalking towards me, and in an act of desperation, I threw the small handful of cloves at him.

What a mistake that was.

Within a second he was in front of me, his cold hands on the side of my head and shoulder. I had barely a second to register what was happening before he forced my head to the side, and I felt four sharp pricks on my neck.

I screamed as loud as I could as his fangs broke my carotid artery, my lifeblood pumping from my veins into his greedy mouth.

What seemed like hours was in fact minutes, as he sucked the blood from my body.

And there I was; another victim of the Rholeder Mansion.


Entry #3, Prompt 1&2: And the Sky Wept Blood
The general grimly looked down from his position at the peak of a hill at his the ragtag remains of his army gathered below as they finished setting up camp for the night. His remaining forces numbered only two thousand at the most, and they were malnourished and badly trained. When this war had begun, this force had numbered a hundred thousand of the finest soldiers of the Empire. That mighty army of war veterans had won battle after battle in previous wars, and were famed as the finest fighting force in the world. Now the few remaining competents huddled below him, vainly trying to take shelter from the stinging wind, and the pouring rain. "Oh, how the mighty have fallen..." Murmured the man who had been the greatest general in the nation, who was now mocked openly by his own troops. His tactician, who stood next to him, heedless of the rain, said nothing. The general turned.

"Gather the troops. I would speak to them one last time."

The master strategist, who had led entire armies to victory with minimal casualties, who had had a hand in destroying empires and was now the laughingstock of his country, simply nodded.

A few moments later the two stood on a raised platform, standing together in the driving rain, before the gathered army. The general wore his elaborate, custom fitted steel plate armor, engraved with designs of him leading his forces to victory in previous battles, the tactician a simple scale mail suit. The army was still before them, the silence interrupted only by the sound of rain against canvas and metal.

The general spoke.

"Soldiers of the Empire! Hear my words, and listen well! The final battle approaches, when we will finally put an end to the barbarian forces that are so arrogant as to call themselves our enemies!" He raised his gold plaited longsword high.

"Tomorrow, we will bring them to justice for the atrocities they have commited, for the lives they have taken, for the widows they have created! We will grind them into dust and scatter them to the wind! No army, no matter how large, how skilled, can stand when their foe is the righteous Empire! For the battle that claimed the lives of so many of our brethren! For the widows who sit now mourning in their houses, waiting for husbands, brave soldiers who will never come home! For the common folk who trust us to protect them, have faith in us to keep them safe! We will crush the villains who wrought this! We will wipe them from the face of history, that future generations might never remember their faces!

For the Empire!"

A cheer went up from the army as they echoed his cry in a thousand thunderous voices. And then all was still again. The only sound was the rain.

No one believed him.

And at that moment, the clock struck midnight, and the enemy was upon them like a storm.

Arrows sung as they flew through the air, littering the ranks of the Imperials with death. Archers returned fire as soldiers with shields closed ranks and soldiers with spears stood behind them.

The barbarians came howling down from the hills, falling upon the unprepared army below. The general raised his sword and waded into the battle, oblivious to the fact that the tactician was no longer at his side.

Blood mixed with water in puddles on the ground as the battle raged on. Axe met steel, and arrow flesh. A neon green flame broke out somewhere, racing along the ground, setting barbarians and imperials alike aflame.

Sea-fire, the weapon that had destroyed so many ships during the naval battles fought in the early stages of the war. Now it raged on land, burning brightly even in the rain, consuming friend and foe.

The Imperial standard bearer stood in the midst of it all, struggling to keep the flag up, but that symbol was now meaningless, and it would not help morale. Fire raged around the general as he fought like a

demon, sword flashing, slaying every foe that came within reach. Then an arrow found a chink in his armor. And then a knife. And then a hand axe. The general struggled to remain standing, his troops struggled to protect him.

Then suddenly, they were swept away.

A man stood before the general, carrying a greatsword, slick with rain and the Imperial blood of the men who had died defending their leader. He wore simple scale mail.

The sword was raised. Lightning flashed. The sword fell. Blood spurted.

The tactician was silent.

The few remaining soldiers attempted to flee, but they were hunted down and slain by the ruthless barbarian soldiers. Soon, none remained.

The barbarians celebrated, carousing and dancing in the drunken pleasure of their victory. They had no care for the gravity of the situation, no remorse in slaying a thousand noble men. No regrets in bringing about the downfall of a mighty empire.

And so the sky wept blood.


Entry #4, Prompt 2: An Experiment in Scarcity
The mountain was completely silent: it had been like that for some time now. Until now, it had been perfectly still, not even a granule of dust moving from the place that it had been appointed to stay in. The plants remained withered, and whatever animals that might have lived here stayed in their dens. A flurry of stone glowing like fire hung in the sky above, bathing the land in vermilion light.

The two figures who now trod through the pebbles toward the summit were the first to do so in about seventy thousand years. The ticking of the figures' watches echoed in their ears, constantly reminding them of their mortality. The watches told them how much time they had left. When their time was expended and the hands of the watches had stopped turning, they would need to leave this place and gather some more, but for now they had just enough.

"Here. I'm stopping right here," one of the figures said suddenly. His speech broke the silence and compromised much of the atmosphere. Indeed, the more either of the figures interacted with the world, the quicker their time would be spent. This included disturbing the air with their words.

"There's no stopping, you know that. Come on." The other figure pushed him to spur him onward.
"This place can't harm you. The time here stopped a long time ago."

"Because we stole it from them. Isn't that right?"

"You know that that isn't true. We lens our time from the neighboring, uninhabited worlds. There were treaties about this, remember?"

"Then why is this place stopped?"

"Natural occurrence. Now hurry up. I will not have you sabotage my research with your talk of stopping."

The two figures continued on, saying no more words, listening to the rhythm of their blood pumping in synch with their watches. They had reached the top of the mountain: a fiery show of nature frozen for their viewing, a massive stationary bolt of lightning hovering above the crater, piercing a black column of smoke.

"Alright, here's the gauge," the determined figure muttered while shoving a large rod-shaped instrument into the other's hands. "Hurry up and get the measurements. No more talking."

The man winced as he held the rod so its tip came close to the bolt.

But then he stopped again and shook his head.

"I... I'm sorry. I can't."

"You can't what?"

"I can't do this."

"But you must! Or..."

Two clicks. And then deafening silence.

The watches stopped, and the figures joined the mountain in stillness.


Voting will go until Friday. Good luck to the four entrants.
Jul 16 2013, 07:06 PM
Rules:
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-> ONE entry per member
-> This is an anonymous contest. All entries must be sent to me via PM or they WILL be disqualified. Any stories I receive will be posted as soon as I get them
--> If anywhere in the topic I see anything along the lines of "I entered" you will be disqualified
--> Include the prompt number in your submission PM
--> Mention the word count in your PM. This is on an honor system that may or may not be checked.
>Guidelines
-> All entries must be 100 to 1000 words
--> Wiggle room of up to 15-25 words over the maximum may be granted
-> Please follow at least basic rules of grammar and punctuation. I reserve the right to exempt your submission from voting if the aforementioned are sloppy
-> Submissions must be written in paragraph format (meaning no poetry)
--> Either indent paragraphs or follow block formatting (empty line between paragraphs) as it makes the submissions easier to read
-> The writing may be a work of Fanfiction or Original Fiction
-> Each piece must have a title, or it will be omitted from the vote
-> ALL STORIES MUST MAINTAIN THE FICTION RATING T OR LOWER All stories in violation of this rule will be disqualified
>Voting
-> The winner will be determined by popular vote
--> ONE vote per member
---> Don't vote for yourself for it is dishonorable to do so
-> The winner will chose the next 2 prompts

This week's prompts:
1
CODE
Blood

2


You all have two weeks as usual to write your drabbleshots. Good luck and happy writing~~
Jul 9 2013, 03:20 PM
Falling for Summer

Rules:
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-> ONE entry per member
-> This is an anonymous contest. All entries must be sent to me via PM or they WILL be disqualified. Any stories I receive will be posted as soon as I get them
--> If anywhere in the topic I see anything along the lines of "I entered" you will be disqualified
--> Include the prompt number in your submission PM
--> Mention the word count in your PM. This is on an honor system that may or may not be checked.
>Guidelines
-> All entires must be 100 to 1000 words
--> Wiggle room of up to 15-25 words over the maximum may be granted
-> Please follow at least basic rules of grammar and punctuation. I reserve the right to exempt your submission from voting if the aforementioned are sloppy
-> Submissions must be written in paragraph format (meaning no poetry)
--> Please either indent paragraphs or follow block formatting (empty line between paragraphs) it makes the submissions easier to read
-> The writing may be a work of Fanfiction or Original Fiction
-> Each piece must have a title, or it will be omitted from the vote
-> ALL STORIES MUST MAINTAIN THE FICTION RATING T OR LOWER All stories in violation of this rule will be disqualified
>Voting
-> The winner will be determined by popular vote
--> ONE vote per member
---> Don't vote for yourself for it is dishonorable to do so
-> The winner will chose the next 2 prompts

Your prompts for this round were:
1:
CODE
Summer

2:


Voting ends on Friday.

Entry #1, Prompt 2: Falling

It didn't matter why she was here. The choices she made, the choices made for her, the choices that were not choices at all- At this point all that mattered was that she was falling.

Falling.

F a l l i n g.

At any other time, this would have been peaceful, if not beautiful. The sun setting behind her, the birds flying, even a star shooting behind her back. Nature is beautiful. But much like global warming, nature doesn't take humans into account. Animals would not do this- animals have the instinct to live, and can't turn it off. Unlike humans. And that's why she's falling.

Falling.

F a l l i n g.

Entry #2, Prompt 2: БЕСТ СЛАДОЛЕД

"Come on, you jump first. I went first yesterday. You remember, no?" Riba's co-worker, also named Riba, goaded him as they both stood on top of the guardrail meant to keep people from falling off of the roof of the factory. "It is only fair."

"Fine, fine. Coward." Riba said nothing more as he jumped from the rail, as far as he could, to try and reach the lake in the distance.

It was a long way down--the blowing of the wind felt so nice that Riba could not help but remove his uniform, and his shoes, and his hat, and everything else until he was only in his undershorts. He must have hit something in the air, for about halfway down he felt his body begin to spin around to face the factory from which he had jumped. It was a plain building: white, blocky, the only hint of detail being the large blue words "БЕСТ СЛАДОЛЕД" painted on the side. He could not read them, but they looked like home all the same.

That factory was Riba's home factory, perched on a hill by a lake where tourists would often visit to swim at the historically beautiful shores. The tourists could not see the factory, of course: the building's inhabitants were the only ones who had business knowing of its existence, after all. Likewise, the object that Riba had collided with was something of which he had no reason to perceive.

How curious, Riba thought as the tourists, like ants on the sand, came into his view. He imagined them slurping the frozen paste that he spent his mornings putting into packages: Why would anyone wish to eat something cold? Riba would always go for the warmest food that he could possibly find in the cafeteria: its temperature did not break the mandated maximum limit for the factory's sterile climate, but it came close.

Riba's body stopped spinning and he drew ever closer to the water of the lake, and he smiled and spread his arms and legs out as he felt himself blasted by a wave of heat. The sun became visible as its rays silhouetted everything against an orange backdrop. He began to laugh, and braced himself for the shock of hitting the water: surely he would make it this time.

Everything became blue, and Riba felt his eyes shut tight out of instinct. Is this it? Was he under the lake's surface? He felt cold and clammy as the blue faded away, and he found himself in a small white room.

"Detention," a harsh, static-filled voice sounded from a speaker. A blue light in the ceiling flickered on, and Riba lost all sense of strength as the light shined fiercer than the sun he had just witnessed, piercing his eyes and mind and heart.

Next time, Riba promised himself as he always did. I will go one more time, and I will reach the lake and touch the water.
Next time, for sure.

Entry #3, Prompt 2: Blinding Light

Raya was having a bad day.

She had awoken without getting much sleep, due to a bout of solar induced nightmares during the night. The day before at work the blinding canopy had caught on fire because the personnel assigned to maintain it had forgotten to coat it with the reflector for the day, and when part of it burned through, most of the workers at the Moonset factory had been subjected to sunlight. Raya had gotten off a lot better than the other workers; she had managed to find shade quickly. Some were babbling nonsensically, and one poor bastard had fainted. Raya had only suffered from minimal exposure and thus had only a few nightmares, but that was bad enough.

When she had arrived at the factory that morning, several people were missing; those that had suffered the worst of the last day's exposure. Raya was assigned to fix the blinding in the dusk hours before the sun rose again, but she nearly lost her balance on the thin walkways and fell to her death upon finding the charred corpse of Robert, the man who was supposed to apply the reflector. The official story was that he had been caught up there during noon on accident and been immolated, but everyone at the factory knew the man had been exposed to the sun too much in his lifetime. Most probably he intentionally neglected to apply the reflector and stood up there as the sun rose, watching it's harsh light until the object of his insane worship destroyed him.

The day had not improved from there.

Raya stepped in the door of her apartment, glancing out at the balcony. Her brother, Charles, was one of the Mad, someone who been exposed to the sun years before it became physically dangerous. He had insisted on renting a place with a balcony, and had only sustained from tearing down the thin blinding over it because she wouldn't let him, and he wasn't so far gone that he would ignore his younger sister.

He was sitting there now, staring at the setting sun, beautiful and harsh. Raya was captivated by it herself for a moment, then shook her head. She couldn't let herself fall into the same trap.

A week passed. A month passed. Raya made a habit of watching her brother and trying to keep him from staring at the sun for too long. Each night she would go out there and sit with him, urging him to come inside and stop burning his soul. He wouldn't listen; he never listened. She began to find herself catching glimpses at the sun without herself realizing. At first she forced herself to stop; soon, that became impossible.

The longer she looked at it, the more she understood her brother. Charles had lived in a world of fire and death for so long. The sun was like a wrathful god who flayed them whenever they dared show their faces. But it was a just god. Despite all it's anger, all the suffering it had caused, the people still depended on it for life. Without it their world would be nothing but a frozen orb, suspended in space, it's infinite momentum carrying it until it collided with some star, ending it's miserable existence in an unspectacular flash of light.

Soon, Raya stared at the sun as intently as her Mad brother. Soon she found herself wanting to pull the blinds back and dance before her fiery god.

Something in her told her this was wrong; something in her said this was not what she should do. At first she listened. She contented herself to watching the sun through the safety blinding, letting it's power infuse her slowly. But then that urge to stay her hand disappeared, replaced by an ever growing desire to destroy the pitiful shields that separated her from holy flame. Then one day, a month and a half since the Moonset Incident, as it was now referred to, she gave in.

Raya stepped forward, looking back at Charles, who still stared at their god with a blank expression. She took that as a sign of encouragement in her eagerness. The girl set her hand on the blinding, a lighter in her other hand. While the permanent reflector node on the outside prevented it from burning from the sun's rays, it had no protection from mundane flame. She flicked the switch and watched delightedly as the tiny flame flared into existence. Raya set the flame against the blinding, and the meager canopy quickly caught fire. She dropped the still flaming lighter, ignoring the fact that it set the rug on fire, and attempted to rip apart the blinding with her bare hands, oblivious to the burns on her hand that came as a direct result of this act. Soon the shield was gone, and she could stare at the noonday sun in all it's fiery, holy glory. Charles stood, his face alight with wonderment. His skin began to char ever so slightly as the full power of the sun's rays hit him. Raya was not as affected, to her dismay. She was from a more recent age, and tampered with biologically so that she was protected to some slight degree. She stepped forward to the edge of the balcony, staring down at the sea below. The whirling flame that made up her world's ocean burned below her, not so different from the sun that burned above her. It's light was alluring; tempting; amazing. The girl looked up at the sun one last time and smiled.

Raya jumped.

Entry #4, Prompt 2: June 14

The last day of senior year was June twelfth. Candice’s birthday was the next day –Friday—and she died the day after, on the fourteenth.

Candice was my BFF ever since she was allowed visitors—the minute her mother was allowed non-family visitors, my mom was inside the cramped hospital room with me in her arms. I was born on May twenty-first, just under a month before Candice.

We were often mistaken as a couple, both by our peers and anyone who looked at us whom we did not know intimately, though it would be understandable how we could be mistaken as such, seeing as we playfully flirted with each other on a near constant basis. Where one of us went, the other was not all that far behind. We protected each other from every single boy or girl that would even dare attempt to flirt with us, both of us trying to play the older sibling in our sibling-like relationship, even though she was the younger.

While I grew into my six-foot two athletic build by graduation, Candice stopped growing at a meager five-foot five, another fact that we would tease each other with.

But all that doesn’t matter anymore.

Candice died on this day, in this spot, one year ago. Three-hundred-sixty-five days, twenty-one thousand nine-hundred hours, One million, three-hundred-fourteen thousand minutes, seventy-eight million, eight-hundred-forty thousand seconds.

The one moment in my life that I will never be able to forget, no matter how much time passes.

A group of my other friends were going to go on a camping trip as a last goodbye to each other, and as it turned out I was the odd one out not having a girlfriend at the time, any potential candidates having been scared away by Candice. So, they just told me to bring Candice along, though I’d assumed that they were going to try and get us together. I did end up asking Candice to come with me, and she agreed. The fact that we were going to share a tent didn’t bother either of us one bit, as we’d slept in the same bed multiple times since puberty. All of our clothes on, of course.

We left for the campsite at noon on the thirteenth, just after Candice’s small party. During the drive, we kept up our standard flirting, both of us glad that school was done, at least until Fall when we would both be going to different California schools, her to Scripts on an academic scholarship and me to USC on an athletic scholarship.

That first night at the campsite was awkward for Candice and I, with suggestive sounds coming from all the tents around us while we curled into each other under the few blankets we’d thought to bring.

The next day flew by, with a nice long morning hike followed by swimming in a pond one of the guys found… Someone had even thought to bring a football and we passed a good hour playing full-on tackle football, though none of us guys touched the girls.

As the sun stared to set, we lit a bonfire and roasted marshmallows and the like while sipping on lukewarm soda.

What happened next is a blur, and my memory of the actual event is hazy, though there are some moments in that fog that are crystal-clear in my memory.

I think someone must’ve spiked our drinks, because the next thing I remember was Candice climbing all over me, kissing my neck and running her hands over my chest, still bare from the football game.

What I remember next was looking at the oranges of the sunset painted across the sky, then looking at Candice’s rich brown eyes as she attacked me again with kisses. Looking at her eyes made something click inside my head, and I quickly pushed her away.

How I wish I hadn’t.

She stumbled backwards, then to her side.

I was barely able to form my lips around her name when her foot landed on the edge of the rocky outcropping. A single moment passed that was in actuality only a few milliseconds but seemed much longer.

The stone crumbled beneath her shoe.

And Candice fell over the cliff.

“Candice!” I screamed, immediately on my hands and knees looking over the cliff, everything clear, the fog gone from my head.

I remember tracking her just long enough to watch her plunge into the waves, or hit the rocks; one or the other—the fog was beginning to set back in.

I woke up the next morning feeling like a train ran me over, in the tent I shared with Candice. “You’d never believe the crazy dream I had last night Cand…” I started, before noticing her absence.

“Hey Shane, how’re you feeling?” Brandy, one of the guys girls asked me as she crawled into the tent with a mug of what smelled like ginger tea.

“Where’s Candice?” I groggily asked.

“Shane, I’m so sorry but she didn’t make it…”

“It was all real?”

Brandy nodded her head, and I burst into tears, unable to hold them back at the knowledge that my best friend and sister in every way that matters was now dead.

The camping trip ended quickly after that, toxicology on Candice’s body revealed that we had in fact been drugged, though no one ever claimed responsibility.

And so here I stand, one year, three-hundred-sixty-five days, twenty-one thousand nine-hundred hours, One million, three-hundred-fourteen thousand minutes, seventy-eight million, eight-hundred-forty thousand seconds later. At the exact spot that we were standing before I shoved her away and she stumbled over the cliff.

“It’s not your fault Shane.” Caleb, whom had been by my side ever since the accident comforted me with a hand on my shoulder.

“Why do I get to keep on living while she had to die?” I asked, tears starting to leak out of my eyes.

Caleb didn’t say anything as he pulled me into a supportive hug.

“It hurts, it hurts so much.”
Jun 25 2013, 04:49 PM
Rules:
>Entry
-> ONE entry per member
-> This is an anonymous contest. All entries must be sent to me via PM or they WILL be disqualified. Any stories I receive will be posted as soon as I get them
--> If anywhere in the topic I see anything along the lines of "I entered" you will be disqualified
--> Include the prompt number in your submission PM
--> Mention the word count in your PM. This is on an honor system that may or may not be checked.
>Guidelines
-> All entires must be 100 to 1000 words
--> Wiggle room of up to 15-25 words over the maximum may be granted
-> Please follow at least basic rules of grammar and punctuation. I reserve the right to exempt your submission from voting if the aforementioned are sloppy
-> Writing must be formatted in paragraph form (meaning no poetry)
--> Please either indent paragraphs or follow block formatting (empty line between paragraphs) it makes the submissions easier to read
-> The writing may be a work of Fanfiction or Original Fiction
-> Each piece must have a title, or it will be omitted from the vote
-> ALL STORIES MUST MAINTAIN THE FICTION RATING T OR LOWER All stories in violation of this rule will be disqualified
>Voting
-> The winner will be determined by popular vote
--> ONE vote per member
---> Don't vote for yourself for it is dishonorable to do so
--> Authors may request a critique from me
-> The winner will chose the next set (2) prompts

Your prompts for this round:
1:
CODE
Summer

2:


You'll have 2 weeks, as usual to write your short story.
I expect to see more activity in this one~~
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