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    Default Weekly Writing Contest 82

    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
    : A Personal Reflection* (Advanced Version)

    *Listen closely, because I am only going to say this once. I want more freestyle in this competition than usual, I liked it when months ago I asked you all to write personal reflections. I ask the same this time, but a new condition exists. I'm going to tell you basic parameters of the story. So here are the conditions:

    "You are a person, but possibly something more. You are over 150 years old, but you appear to look in your mid 20's. You exist in modern society. Living for so long, everyone you ever knew in your youth is long since dead. Every thing you have fought for, the victories you achieved are essentially meaningless now that time has moved on. When people say "who will care in 100 years?" you are the only one who could answer that question. You observe a domestic dispute on the public transportation system. You see young punks harassing a young girl. Do you ever care? You've seen this behavior from people that are in their 90's now. What does someone who has experienced so much, think?"

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    Default Re: Weekly Writing Contest 82

    This was tough, you gave a lot to put into the short piece and could only see it written in a transcendental way. So! Took a little liberty


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    Inability
    “Hey baby its cold, let’s go warm up.” He whispered seductively as he nibbled her earlobe. The petite girl only giggled in response, her hands clutching him closer, as he began to guide her deeper into the cold night. “Where are we heading to baby?” she asked in her phony baby voice.

    “You’ll see soon baby.” He replied, only increasing his footsteps, forcing her to follow suit. As they walked the streets she cast inquisitive glances at her surroundings finally spying an official sign decorating a shabby pole, their destination was the subway.

    “Umm son, the last train just departed.” A kindly old lady, stubbornly gripping the icicled railings informed him. “Thanks M’am, but we’re trying our luck,” he suavely replied and moved on quickly. He had spent more time than most people on this planet and had learnt early on to sweet talk his way out of all type of situations; or into it, like he did with the sweet seventeen year old girl hanging onto his arm.

    Their staccato footsteps echoed loudly in the emptied space, there were no trains left and no people, just the right place for what he had in mind. Pulling her closed to him, “Slap” the harsh sound momentarily distracted his focused attention. It was soon followed by the sound of a girl sobbing, mixed with the taunting of several men. Frowning he suddenly released his escort, pulling her roughly towards the disconcerting disturbance. Walking further along the damp corridor, he spied the lone figure of a young female being hassled by five adolescents. The girl’s clothes were torn in several places and her skirt was in shreds. His escort gasped.

    “Hey look we have a hero here. “ One boy taunted.
    “You’re mistaken.” He nonchalantly replied.
    “WHAT?” his escort vehemently whispered.
    “Just move along then.” The boys turned their backs to him eager to get back to their devious task.

    He pulled his companion tightly against his side and began to retrace their footsteps. “Please help me mister,” the young girl pleaded. Several of the boys laughed and he turned slightly, gruffly replying, “No thanks.”

    Ignoring his escort's outraged looks he continued to move away from the abhorrent scene. The girl never addressed him again, only watching in quiet acceptance. His head reeling he lead his escort out of the station. As soon as they reached the opening his escort abruptly released his arm, and without looking back walked away.

    He did not notice the missing warmth from the woman, the girl’s innocent face was imprinted on his retina, blurring out his surroundings. Everything in him rebelled against his inability to help the young girl, with enough power to force him to his knees. He continued to look up at the black sky searching for reassurance while tears leaked down his cheeks. He sat silently weeping in this position; caressing his right hand, he softly whispered repeatedly “I am sorry, I am sorry, so very sorry...”


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    I'll post a quick flick of the wrist for fun


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    The comfort of Humanity bleeding it's brine of lies and lust upon me is the only company I have on this vacant road. Person after person has tried to stitch my companions wounds, leaving only scars and torn flesh to mangle her slender form. And it seems like no one one can to hear her agonizing song but I. No matter what umbrella I bring on my walk, no matter what I use to deafen the sound, these forces seem to emit from inside as well as around me. Everyday I falter as she leans upon my shoulder for support, I look inward to find the needed strength, but find only regret.

    But oh how I try to lessen my burden. Yet I cannot convey to the world no matter how I yearn. I listen to the worlds hushed cries and amplify them to the masses. But ears full of blood can't hear. And eyes without light cannot see. For every effort I make there are trillions to combat it. I don't even try anymore. I just can't find the will.

    And so I listen to the vomit covered words of whores and politicians, I watch the mavericks feint valor. I'm looking for a hero. One single spark of courage among cowards. One hundred and fifty years of effort proved fruitless. Perhaps there never was justice. Maybe the only purity of this world comes in the form of bitter tears. Tears we shed and leave behind in puddles and rivers for our children to cross. But only the lucky will drown.

    So do I help her? This young girl in despair? The world's filth has accumulated in front of me with beauty being smothered by a congregation of sin. These men against this girl. Only five minutes ago she was left by the heathens, beat senseless and vulnerable to Hell's beasts. No one to help her, no one to wash away the tumors society has disfigured her with.

    Death is her only savior. This is my chance to make a difference in one life. This is not succumbing to vice, this is defying it.

    May my aim be true.
    Last edited by Sir. Em; 04-03-2009 at 10:24 PM.

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    Hey, I bothered to meet most of your silly parameters, Insin. T__T

    Why am I here again?



    BTW, not gonna be blowing the mystery. Google has the answers oooooo *jazz hands* And I changed history a bit...
    I blame my DeLorian.

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    Thank you everyone for entering. I’m judging a bit early tonight, because I have an early day tomorrow. Just wanted to let you all know.

    4thseal: I love the futuristic approach, and the comparison of the past to present. I also like how the girl just shakes his age off. Your interpretation of him, somewhat wishing for death in the depth of his soul, was a great take on it. I can certainly imagine the type of despair in that life. It’s like he wishes for death, but accepts that it won’t come. It’s so backwards lol, I love it.

    Sarah042: Great bit about the apathy there. I never imagined a character that old and empowered to feel so, powerless. I like how you turned him into a bit of a womanizer, and despite being apathetic, he regrets his inaction but perhaps he feels too old to do anything about it. Imagery was amazing as always, I love where your words take me.

    Insin: I won’t lie; you wrote the closest thing to what I had in mind when I gave this subject, so kudos to you on that. But then again, my take on it, is far from perfect, so I hope you realize that. I also noticed how your character compared people to animals, on my than one occasion, so I would call your theme, mastery if not elitism. The unwatched watcher.

    Em: Great imagery and wording. I loved how your words flowed, and the internal thought process of your character was amazing. Searching for a hero and finding only cowards, it seems like your character is tired and desperate for someone else to stand up. I think you definitely have talent in writing, and you should post more in this section.

    Kai0x: Many lulz in that one, although I believe “hotshotology” was a word that I coined haha. I can tell you definitely wrote that piece for me. I would say your character is admirable, having recognized the difference between illusion and reality. But yet, he hates it. Your character is not me lol, but someone else who has lived so long that he had been forced to see the difference, instead of wanting to know. And intriguing concept for sure, and perhaps he is superior to my ideals, since he retains that bit humanity that I probably would have discarded. The last line was great.

    Ravi: Okay, I know you’ll probably brush me off, but I was really impressed by that. I mean, as difficult as it was to follow, it was just so unique and refreshing. And really, it doesn’t match much of my parameters at all, but I don’t even care. You really made this your own. It’s hard to describe, but your language was very poetic in a way I could never duplicate. I want to re-read itlol. I loved the line “I despised them, Oh, how I despised their insolence.” And in regards to your title…indeed.


    So my themes are: Despair, Apathy, Mastery, Desperation, Enlightenment, Eternity. Great and interesting interpretations everyone!

    I now present the winner.

    Last edited by Insin; 06-03-2009 at 04:19 AM.

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    Definitions of feint on the Web:

    * deceive by a mock action; "The midfielder feinted to shoot"
    * any distracting or deceptive maneuver (as a mock attack)

    WordNet Search - 3.0

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    man, next time I'll write faster
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    Next time I'm saying 'no' Insin, just so you know. You'd have to slap me with something formal.
    But if I recall, this was the busiest WWC evah?

    Missed the 'Feint' bit, but for some reason I suspect you dropped the ball on that one Insin =p
    And yeah, the title, it was something which really stuck to me from some book one day.

    Great work people.

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    Nice entries everyone, they were all a good read =)




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