Weekly Writing Contest 64

Insin · 15-08-2008, 01:57 AM

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. Remember this is your chance to shine!!!

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.
9. Have fun!!!

This week's topic: Throwing Rocks

Insin · 15-08-2008, 02:32 PM

Desperation fails to take over me. Who could not be peaceful here? The calm cool water of the lake shines brightly as the 7pm sun floats aimlessly across the sky. The tranquility soothes me to the point where I need to shake things up. Everything here is a reflection, and when I look into the water I see only myself. But what is the purpose? I need it to mean more; I need this rejection of the human spirit to be a measure of my worth.

My body is tired, but far below its limit. I feel a need to prove myself, and this feeling causes me to ignore the burn in my legs and arms. The volume of my life is turned down. And I all I see now on the water surface, far far away, is a border of light. The sun shines brighter there. That is my goal I tell myself. If I can throw a rock that far, I will achieve my dreams.

With all my emotions, I throw a small rock as hard as I can. Everything I am feeling goes into this throw to the point where my vision is blurred. But the rock releases too early from my hand and lands pitifully on the darker surface of water, not even close. How very pitiful.

But without a second thought, I pick up another rock. I think about the trajectory, and launch that sun of a dream on an upward arc. I am calm and collected, and the stone flows effortlessly, landing a good distance past my initial goal. I smile calmly.

“So what you’re telling me is that if I go by my emotions and feelings, I am going to destroy myself and fall far too early. But if I proceed with that same calm and cool collected focus and use my emotions as a dream, than achieving my goals is easy.”

And I launch rock after rock with the same poise. Today is a good day.

CLAY · 19-08-2008, 07:26 PM

**waqo** · 19-08-2008, 09:54 PM

The sirens blared. The sun lowered itself in a deep crimson sky. The earth rumbled as the tanks started moving. He wept; more blood had been spilt.

The tanks moved closer, inching towards their destination, a barrage, seemingly unstoppable. His heart felt no fear, this was routine. His hands trembled as he raised them to the heavens. He looked up and saw the rich red sky, for a second it was soothing. His hands went higher, almost on their own, who were they calling? Was there someone listening to his prayer? He didn’t know.

His hands were lowered under the weight of a rough cold object, he struggled to balance it without letting it drop as he looked up. His brother stood over him, his eyes red, his face in distinct pain. The message was clear; they’d both done this before.

He got up and started following his brother, the pace picked up of their steps and their hearts. Closer and closer came the tanks, closer and closer came the time of confrontation. Soon they could see the giant green monstrosities, camouflage was a distant dream when one set sights upon those huge machines burling down the road.

He gripped the object tightly, breathed in and launched it into the sky. It clanged onto the surface of the tank and its sound echoed back from the rubble and debris that surrounded the area. The soldiers shifted their gaze, eyes glazy and reactions mechanical. A few hand signals later gunshots were fired. His brother launched another projectile, this one missing by a fair margin. They scurried to hide behind the remnants of a wall to avoid the shots. He was strangely calm, like a seasoned veteran.

Whilst sitting there he found a unique piece of rock, he smiled. It was a bronze colour and glistened in the last rays of the sun. He showed his brother the smooth rock and then placed it in the pocket of his tattered jeans. He picked another few rocks and charged behind the swiftly departing tanks. He launched them towards the soldiers as tears came down his face. His palms soggy and his face bright. He swore, shouted and screamed with what seemed like his last breath. He gasped for air, wept and fell to his knees. They were gone for another day.

Insin · 21-08-2008, 03:34 PM

Thank you both for the entries.

This week's winner is Waqo.

Congrats to both.

15-08-2008, 01:57 AM	#1
Insin Hunter-nin Join Date: May 2007 Location: Northeast Posts: 2,348 Rep Power: 20	Weekly Writing Contest 64 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. Remember this is your chance to shine!!! 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. 9. Have fun!!! This week's topic: Throwing Rocks

15-08-2008, 02:32 PM	#2
Insin Hunter-nin Join Date: May 2007 Location: Northeast Posts: 2,348 Rep Power: 20	Re: Weekly Writing Contest 64 Desperation fails to take over me. Who could not be peaceful here? The calm cool water of the lake shines brightly as the 7pm sun floats aimlessly across the sky. The tranquility soothes me to the point where I need to shake things up. Everything here is a reflection, and when I look into the water I see only myself. But what is the purpose? I need it to mean more; I need this rejection of the human spirit to be a measure of my worth. My body is tired, but far below its limit. I feel a need to prove myself, and this feeling causes me to ignore the burn in my legs and arms. The volume of my life is turned down. And I all I see now on the water surface, far far away, is a border of light. The sun shines brighter there. That is my goal I tell myself. If I can throw a rock that far, I will achieve my dreams. With all my emotions, I throw a small rock as hard as I can. Everything I am feeling goes into this throw to the point where my vision is blurred. But the rock releases too early from my hand and lands pitifully on the darker surface of water, not even close. How very pitiful. But without a second thought, I pick up another rock. I think about the trajectory, and launch that sun of a dream on an upward arc. I am calm and collected, and the stone flows effortlessly, landing a good distance past my initial goal. I smile calmly. “So what you’re telling me is that if I go by my emotions and feelings, I am going to destroy myself and fall far too early. But if I proceed with that same calm and cool collected focus and use my emotions as a dream, than achieving my goals is easy.” And I launch rock after rock with the same poise. Today is a good day. Last edited by Insin; 16-08-2008 at 12:31 AM.

19-08-2008, 07:26 PM	#3
CLAY Jounin Join Date: Mar 2007 Location: San Francisco Posts: 4,648 My Mood: Rep Power: 35	Re: Weekly Writing Contest 64 They throw rocks. They throw rocks at me. Is it because I represent what they are trying to bring down? I wish I could be out there with them. I do believe in their cause as well. But I cannot join them for reasons some of them do not understand. They continue to throw rocks. I cannot help them for I have others take care of. I must take care of those important to me first. I must persevere and continue to do my job. Why am I the bad guy? I do what I must for those who need me. They throw rocks at my head. I shield myself with the materials given to me by those that are hated by the people. I march foward, continuing to do what is required. My comrades fire canisters of tear gas to restore order. They keep throwing rocks. __________________ Do you feel lucky? Name: Denkou Arashi Age: 23 Gender: Male Physical Characteristics: 6'2 180lbs short blonde hair, horseshoe mustache, no body fat, eyes are almost an electric/powder blue Special Characteristics: Laid back guy, almost jaded, pretty much a slacker, but once motivated will do everything in his power to suceed. Joined Soul Society on a whim. He had all the qualifications to join. Has good potential but it may not be met. Likes: Drinking, smoking the occasional cigarrette, peace and quiet, the occasional spar, intellectual conversations Dislikes: paperwork, anything thats repetitive and tedious ---------------------------- Zanjutsu - 80 Kidou - 120 Hakuda - 58 Hohou - 122 ---------------------------- Reiatsu Orb Destructive Art 4: White Lightning Destructive Art 1: Sudden Impact Blue Fire Fall

19-08-2008, 09:54 PM	#4
waqo Donator Join Date: Nov 2005 Location: In the same house as krozar's stalkers, yep... yep Posts: 1,357 Rep Power: 24	Re: Weekly Writing Contest 64 The sirens blared. The sun lowered itself in a deep crimson sky. The earth rumbled as the tanks started moving. He wept; more blood had been spilt. The tanks moved closer, inching towards their destination, a barrage, seemingly unstoppable. His heart felt no fear, this was routine. His hands trembled as he raised them to the heavens. He looked up and saw the rich red sky, for a second it was soothing. His hands went higher, almost on their own, who were they calling? Was there someone listening to his prayer? He didn’t know. His hands were lowered under the weight of a rough cold object, he struggled to balance it without letting it drop as he looked up. His brother stood over him, his eyes red, his face in distinct pain. The message was clear; they’d both done this before. He got up and started following his brother, the pace picked up of their steps and their hearts. Closer and closer came the tanks, closer and closer came the time of confrontation. Soon they could see the giant green monstrosities, camouflage was a distant dream when one set sights upon those huge machines burling down the road. He gripped the object tightly, breathed in and launched it into the sky. It clanged onto the surface of the tank and its sound echoed back from the rubble and debris that surrounded the area. The soldiers shifted their gaze, eyes glazy and reactions mechanical. A few hand signals later gunshots were fired. His brother launched another projectile, this one missing by a fair margin. They scurried to hide behind the remnants of a wall to avoid the shots. He was strangely calm, like a seasoned veteran. Whilst sitting there he found a unique piece of rock, he smiled. It was a bronze colour and glistened in the last rays of the sun. He showed his brother the smooth rock and then placed it in the pocket of his tattered jeans. He picked another few rocks and charged behind the swiftly departing tanks. He launched them towards the soldiers as tears came down his face. His palms soggy and his face bright. He swore, shouted and screamed with what seemed like his last breath. He gasped for air, wept and fell to his knees. They were gone for another day. __________________ Chigokai Hanahadashii 'Ita' Itazura Don't forget the Sports Arena! Share views, celebrations, frustrations of all your favouritesports@ http://www.narutomania.com/forums/sports-arena/ Last edited by waqo; 19-08-2008 at 10:37 PM.

21-08-2008, 03:34 PM	#5
Insin Hunter-nin Join Date: May 2007 Location: Northeast Posts: 2,348 Rep Power: 20	Re: Weekly Writing Contest 64 Thank you both for the entries. This week's winner is Waqo. Congrats to both.