Weekly Writing Contest 54

[godslafco]

On Thursday a topic will be chosen and posted by the previous weeks winner. Then everyone who wants to enter will post their piece in the thread before 12:00 PM (-8:00 GMT) Thursday. So that is Wednesday night/early Thursday Morning. Then the previous winner will judge all the pieces and pick the new winner and post it in the entry thread sometime on Thursday (try and do it as early as you can). The weeks winner will then pick the topic and make a new thread and it starts all over again.

Rules:

1. All forms of writing are welcome, whether it be poetry, short stories, essays, fan fiction, or whatever.
2. All entries must be under 500 words
3. All entries will be rated no higher than R this will be at the mods discretion. All entries rated over PG-13 must be under spoiler tags with a warning!
4. The week's judge's decision is final and absolute. There no whining or complaining about another piece being better or the judge not being able to judge. On a flip note lets try and keep it as fair and impartial as possible.
5. Critique will be allowed in another thread, but must remain constructive. Just saying 'your piece sucks' is not allowed and will be dealt with accordingly. Everyone will be trying their best so lets not try to hurt feelings. On the flip side learn to take criticism it will help you become a better writer.
6. Let's have fun with it. This will give you a chance to read others people's writing and let others read yours.
7. A default judge will pick a new winner and topic if the week's judge goes MIA.
8. If for some reason you can't fulfill your duties. Please PM Sarah so that she will be able to take appropriate action so the contest doesn't suffer delays.

This week's topic: Street fight

[Rejane]

Street fight

"ever ready. This is the only possible motto. For the streets cross each other so often and you never know what next intersection will bring.
keep your cool, whatever happens because your gang is watching. Your crush is matching. and even if it's not the case, the rumour will get to these ears. SO, whatever happens, don't get carried away."
These were the words Older brother told Sami when they last saw each other. Older Brother left to some other city, Sami remained in NC. He knew the streets of NC very well; even during the day, they seemed dark... No, they felt dark. The nighttime presence lingered in every alley, giving shivers to the unprepared.
But Sami had stopped trembling long ago. Meeting with OB had transformed him.

It was dusk. Sami was on his way home. The grocery bag was not too heavy so he expected to get to his destination before 7hpm. The air was cool. The light had that rare honey color that granted charm even to the ugliest thing. Sami felt like whistling.
Then a chilly breeze made his hair stand: It was OB. OB in front of him. At that time, ami wouldn't have dared to call OB by that name. OB was then "The Terror".
The Terror stood there, towering. and Sami stood there also, shivering. The words that were spoken before the beating begun were forgotten. The first hits and kicks melted together in Sami's memory. Of course, it was not their first encounter. It had practically became a rendez-vous with pain. But was it the quality of that evening? Was it the bird chirping? Sami suddenly got tired. His mind got tired. His mind decided to go blank...
When his mind returned, The Terror was bleeding. The Terror was lying on the sidewalk, trying to catch his breath. And the Terror was looking at Sami, the now Towering Sami, with eyes that had an unexpected human look.
After that fight, they became OB and YB. After that fight, OB certainly learned something. but we probably will never know what it was. YB also learned many things. But the most important of them all is that,no matter his size, no matter his weight, he could get through.

[sarah042]

This entry is actually a exert from a longer story, I don't usually write fight scenes so hope you see the fight as I did.

Her white fingernails raked through Val’s flesh drawing blood from his eyelid to jawline. “What the fuck!”
“Crack” Keats punched her side, forcing her to bend into Val’s fist as it was drawn towards her face. Falling to her knees, her lips cracked open and her back paining, her mouth curved upwards and her eyes glowed. Her body vibrated as she focused on their positions. Keats was grinning at her from the shadow of a garbage bin and Val openly ogled her like a piece of candy.

Her eyes closed for a millisecond, automatically blinking. Refocusing, Keats figure blurred then disappeared. Racing towards her he swung a piece of rusted iron towards her face. She quickly tumbled out of his way, “Tut tut tut, no one said anything about toys” she taunted from her crouching position. Renewing his attack, he swung the iron like it was an extension of his arm as she continued to tumble out of his way, moving closer to the shadows and towards better leverage.

Stifling a gasp, she internally recoiled from the pair of hands pulling her hair and forcing her up, immediately grasping her breasts, and pinning her arms to her sides. “You feel good; your blood is H-O-T” Val’s sickly breath caressed her earlobe.
Keat cracked a smile at his obvious success, he raised the iron while his teeth gleamed in the dim light.
“Bastard!” she bent her head timing the downswing and was rewarded with a dull sound as the iron connected with Val’s dense head. His grip slackened and she pulled free of him skirting past Keat as he watched the bright red blood ooze out of the crack. Positioning her body between the garbage bin and Keat she took careful aim. “Hyah!” snapping her leg upwards, she saw the look of amazement reflected in his eyes and he saw the triumphant smirk colouring her features. Her kick deftly impacted with his head, snapping his head back, recoiling him into the wall. Slowly she placed her foot back on the ground looking from one to the next. “Oh shit! You guys are done already….and I was now beginning to enjoy myself. Oh bloody hell!”
Her bones cracked as she squatted over Val’s groaning figure. “You know you’re pathetic right.” Glancing over her shoulder, watching Keat’s emotionless features “you’re like pansies. Next time fight like men, maybe I’ll have more fun. I’m going home”

Slowly she straightened up, and turned to walk away. “Splash” Looking down at her feet she realized she stood in a pool of Val’s blood. Her face lit up, eagerly turning back she leaped on Val’s body planting a kiss on his lips drawing forth a murmur of protest when she finished. Quickly stepping over Val she ran over to Keat and kissed him as well. Walking away from them she turned back. “Tomorrow then, we’ll fight again tomorrow.”

[kai0x]

My own twist to a street fight, probably not what you were looking for though

The Streets that Gave Me Life

My fists are bleeding, tired from pounding on unforgiving concrete of the streets that hold me so close, yet secretly kill me. I'm angry, unable to withstand the pressure of this frustration that’s consuming me. I want to destroy my own helplessness, my own weaknesses, so I pound furiously to slowly crack away the pebbles of the streets that damaged me, betrayed me. Like a double edged sword, they were my protection, but now I slowly bleed, starving, craving.

They taught me how life owed me nothing, yet they teased me with promise, with a future I could hope for. They urged me to escape, I wanted to escape these streets that gave me life, but they disguised the chains that held me down. And now I'm trapped, angry, bleeding, pounding on these cruel streets, frustrated, grieving. My life is not my own, and my insignificance scares me. The streets didn't care, they fooled me. Fooled me into thinking my efforts meant something, that my mind would free me. But my empty stomach reminds me that I'm still in slavery. My strength failed me and now I go hungry. I hate them. But I hate myself more for actually believing I could save me. I failed me. My will is breaking, I’m struggling, fighting. And now my fists are bleeding, pounding on the concrete of the streets that owe me nothing.

[godslafco]

I went back and forth, a few times, but in the end....Rejane is my choice.

The story was almost perfect, it was rough, it had that grungy feeling of a street fight. So all in all it fit almost perfectly with my idea of a street fight.

Everyone did really well, especially with an abstract(maybe) topic. Congrats!!!!