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Post by Mistress Rell on Jul 1, 2008 8:06:37 GMT -5
[RED]THREAD IS OFFICIALLY LOCKED[/RED] [YELLOW]All would-be and aspiring writers, listen up! The Enchanted element is having a writing contest, with modest prizes being awarded to first, second, and third place winners. Not only will you receive a spiffy sig created by Enchant herself, but your stories will be placed on the Enchanted Element web page and in the Enchanted Element Myspace page.
Contest rules:
1. You must be a member of The Enchanted Element.
2. Entries must be no longer than 7,500 words. Anything longer will be disqualified.
3. No profanity or adult contend. The entries will be posted on the forum and we must adhere to Proboard T.O.S.
4. Please use proper grammar and spelling.
5. All stories must be of the genre sci-fi, fantasy, horror, paranormal
Deadline will be Sunday September 7th 2008. This gives you two months to create and write, or post something you’ve already written. Members will judge entries.[/YELLOW] [white]WHEN POSTING YOUR STORY, PLEASE STATE AFTER THE TITLE WHETHER IT IS SCIENCE FICTION, FANTASY, HORROR, PARANORMAL ETC. iT WILL MAKE JUDGING THEM EASIER. [/WHITE] [pink]IF YOU'RE HAVING DIFFICULTY DETERMINTING THE WORD COUNT FOR YOUR STORY, THEN CLICK THE LINK BELOW. IT'S A PRETTY ACCURATE SITE.
[/pink] PLEASE POST YOUR SHORT STORY ENTRY IN THIS THREAD AND GOOD LUCK. MEMBERS WILL JUDGE STORIES ONCE THE DEADLINE HAS PASSED. ~MISTRESS RELL~
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blu
Shadow Warrior
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Post by blu on Jul 14, 2008 18:55:49 GMT -5
Here is mine!
Title: Nobody.
Author: ME!!!
Genre: Sci-Fi
Word Count: 2171
Story:
I woke up one morning to a rain drop falling on my face and the feeling of large ants crawling like a bat out of hell under the dead winter grass I was laying on. There was a strange feeling all around me. I opened my eyes to try to figure out what it was. Nothing gave it off except that I was outside in a very unfamiliar enviroment and not in my hut. I though I had know Shirgon very well considering how much I traveled around it. There were birds chirping on the dead branches of the trees and dead grass as far as the eye could see. Up in the sky the sun was blazing as it...THAT'S IT! It was warm, it had the look of winter, even snow patches here and there, but it was warm, no, hot...I couldn't tell for some reason. That is what the peculiar feeling was. I was...not cold. The sweat started pouring down my body with the speed it takes a jaguar to run across a small feild. It was very peculiar indeed. How was it that I got outside in the first place? And where was I? I looked at my watch to the time...WAIT! A watch? What the hell is a watch. No wait! I know what a watch is. Just...how do I know what a watch is. I have never heard of seen a watch. It's barbaric! It makes no sense, it tells what part of the day I am already in. How? How does it work? How is it that it lights up when there is no fire in it? What is this barbaric tongue that I am thinking in? It is completely different and yet I understand it perfectly. Gargantuan...Economy...Maticulate. How do I know these words? I even know it's name. English. A complex, yet, easily understood language. Is this some sort of dream that I am in? I sure hope... "Trust me, you are in no dream." "What? wh...wh..who are you? Where am I? Give me some damn answers!" I asked boisterously. "You aren't to worry about that. You are to come with me right now." The stranger asked. "You...you...This has got to be a dream. Pinch me, please!...." The mysterious person with clenched fist punched me hard against the nose. The pain was very real, and I still was in the same place, but now bleeding. The blood was dripping from my nose so slovenly that it dyed the dead grass a dark red. I dug in my pocked for some cloth and got some, but it was pink, not blue like I had originally had in my pocket. "Well damn, I said to pinch me not punch me." I said with the cloth over my my face. "You'll live. Now come with me." "And why exactly should I go with you, for all I know, you could..." THen the fist was in my face once more. The blood started dripping faster and more messily than before. My shirt now had blood all over it. I wanted to take it off, but no in front of this stranger. Although the stranger could probably see through it by now, anyway. "fine, I'll come, just...why?" I asked. I could barely feel my face and I was spitting out blood every few seconds. Why was this person so desperate to get me to come along? "Why not?" "WHY?" The stranger had clenched fists again. I immediately stood up and motioned for the stranger to lead the way. I was still very confused. Where am I going? How did I get here? Why are all the birds so strange looking? What are those really tall blocks up ahead? I just don't understand at all. Was the stranger a friend or a foe? I sighed, and loudly on purpose. "Don't sigh. It's not...proper. Be calm. I won't punch again unless I have to. And for god's sake change your shirt." "With what?" "With the shirt in your bag." I looked at my shoulder and saw a strape. I felt my back and there was a bag there. I pulled it off. I had no idea what it was or how it had gotten there. I looked inside it and there was a new pair of...very odd looking clothes. Some blue pants that felt rough, but smooth at the same time. "They're jeans!" "I know! I'm not stupid." "Right." I looked and there were new undergarments and a new shirt. I got them out and held them in my hands looking for a place to change at. There were trees everywhere, but none of them were wide enough for me to change in front of. "Well where am I supposed to change at?" I'm not going to change in front of a stranger." "You will, now change." When I saw the strangers fist clench again I quickly removed my clothes. Naked was a weird feeling for sure. I would never dream of leaving the hut naked back home. I did it here, though. I, as quickly as I could. When everything was finally on, I felt better. The shirt felt strange, it wasn't of the same material that I was used to. It felt like silk...but I don't even know what silk is? Then again I don't know what a lot of things are and yet, I do here. "Stop!" The stranger said "What?" I asked The stranger had clenched fists again and punched the tree. The tree fell over and a knife was found in it. The stranger took the knife and sliced a strange design in the tree next to it. It was a large circle with a u in it. In the u was a v and in the v was half an eye. The symbol started glowing a bright, warm blue. When it stopped the tree fell over and into the ground. "See that hole?" The stranger asked "Of course." I replied. Of course I saw the hole. It was hard to miss. "Jump in it." "What? That hole isn't wide enough for me to fit through." I said. The stranger had clenched fists again. When I saw that I ran to the hole and tried to jump in. At first my shoe was stuck in it...now where did I get a shoe...That didn't matter though, now that I was falling so fast that my inards felt like it was rushing to my brain. I landed with a hard thud and looked up to see the hole wasn't that high up. "Don't scream when you fall through a hole. It's not that far down." Said the stranger. "How did you get here so fast?" I asked "I used the door." The stranger replied "If there was a door then why did you make me jump down a hole?" "I was kind of bored of the same routine." "Well, can I get some answers already?" "No, you cannot. Now get up and keep walking." "What is the place?" I asked while we were walking. "Walk. Don't talk." We walked through the strange place. There were a lot of tall beeping and lighted shiny things. Machines I think they're called. What were they doing? I know the word, but that doesn't mean that I know what it is that they do. This definitely was a very odd place. It felt very unwelcoming, too. Like the something was telling me not a lot of people knew about it. One big give off for that was that I had only seen 4 other people while we walked. "Here we are. Go on through." The stranger said to me, pointing at two gargantuan doors. I stared at them with my mouth dropped so far that I couldn't feel the bottom of my jaw anymore. The stranger pushed it back and pushed me to the door. "How do I open it?" I asked "Figure it out yourself." The stranger replied walking away. I noticed a knob on one of the doors. It blended in very well. I turned the knob and a bunch of clanks echoed through the room. and it barely opened. I struggled to get it open anymore. After what seemed like an hour it was open far enough for me to squeeze through. I tucked in my stomach and spent a good five minutes trying to push through. When I was finally through I saw a large hallway that extended further than I could imagine possible. I started to walk down it thinking aboutall that had happened as I ran into a large glass. It was clearer than the air itself. I felt around it for some sort of hole or door, but found nothing. "You're here." Came a very chilling voice. "Y...yes. I am here. And you are?" "I ask the questions here." Came the voice. "Can I ask where you are at?" "You need not see me. Now, listen to me. Listen well, for I will not repeat myself but one time. You are probably wondering why you are here, aren't you?" "No, it's not strange to find yourself far away from home and having a new knowledge of things that shouldn't make sense in the first place." "I hate sarcasm, " The voice gritted out, "Now. You are in a country known as Mascan. You are from a country known as Shirgon..." "I know where I am from," I interupted. "I know that. Anyway, you are in the lair of the Mind's reach. It may not look like a lair, but it is. It also looks different to many people based on different things such as IQ, brain-dominancy, etcetera etcetera. The hall goes as far as your IQ will let it, and yours ended at the 187 line, which is high, very high." "Is that a good thing?" I asked "Well it can be, depending on how you use it. We have been taking people from different time periods trying to pick up the people with the highest IQ's. We need as many as we can get for out...army, I guess you could say. If your IQ is at least 160, then you can find your way in here. Which you were strangely able to do with a...hole, my informant tells me." "So...you want to use me in your army without giving my decision...just forcing me?" "Yes, we are. And you wil cooperate." "Or what?" "You'll find out. By the looks of it, my informant had to cause some sort of bloodshed to get you to come along." "Yeah, and if you're building an army, then why do you have so few people." "That's the problem. Many people are, believe it or not, stupid." Very few people even get an IQ of 120." "Well, why is having a high IQ important." "Because with a high IQ you can unlock the power that the human mind holds. Most people are born using only six or seven percent of their brain and rarely get past ten percent. Even if they do, their minds aren't strong enough to handle anymore than that because they would most likely start having seizures and would likely die. But with your IQ, you can go higher, not much higher, but high enough to unlock much power that could prove useful through your life. With your IQ you could make it up to twenty percent, which is extremely difficult to do in the first place, but makes you much more you than you are right now. Right now I can see you are only using nine percent of your brain, think of using twenty. That would more than double your brain power. Granting you many things you never imagined ever having." "I'm not following...I have power? I can't have power, I'm just a...commoner. A nobody!" "A nobody who has the potential to become somebody." "But how exaclty would I go about gaining this power?" "We'll help you with that, but you have to make a few oaths." The air felt a little warmer now. Things ran through my head faster than the frequencies of the triple high B note that she could strangely hear around her. "You hear that, don't you. Yes, it is a very unique note for it is very hard for someone to hit with anything, instrument or voice. Hell, it was thought impossible for years. That is a woman singing that from our training room. You'll be able to sing notes like that both higher and much much lower." "I can't sing? It's not my forte." "Nor does it have to be, you'll learn to sing. Someone who can sing or play instruments is usually at more ease with their soul." "Whatever, what do I have do first." "Go to sleep. That is all for your first task." "What?" And before anyone knew it, my mind had left and I was sleeping.
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Trivia
Warrior Hunter
Believe in yourself because no one else will! [H:3]
Posts: 94
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Post by Trivia on Jul 15, 2008 23:01:20 GMT -5
I hate to be doing this, but I'm going to have to remove this entry from the competition. I entered it into another one and it placed so they will be publishing it in a magazine. The conract states some things about reproducing and 'publishing' it anywhere else. Just to make sure that I'm on the safe side of that, I've decided to take this down. Hopefully I'll be able to write another story by the time the deadline rolls around.
So sorry. I'll do my best to get another one finished.
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sean
Warrior
There is no such thing as interdimensional super lego waffle eater pancakes!
Posts: 30
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Post by sean on Sept 1, 2008 21:12:31 GMT -5
Here's mine. Title: Roy Author: Sean Davis(me) Genre:sci-fi Word Count: 1002
The victim. The murderer. The genius. All the
same person. Twenty three years of torture, ended before it
began. The war for control of the planet lasted thirty years.
People started disagreeing with the government. Countries all
over the world were falling apart. At first, there were groups of
people petitioning, rioting, parading, and doing whatever they
could think of to change their country. It wasn’t enough.
Individuals separated from their groups and argued their own
cause. Soon, it came to violence. One by one, people joined
what became a war. It wasn’t a fight to change the
government any more, it was to be the supreme ruler of
Earth. There were no more governments, societies, or law
enforcement. It was complete and utter chaos. Constant non-
stop violence, day and night. The streets were covered with
blood, weapons, and corpses.
Roy was only seven years old when the war
started. His parents fought and died when he was nine. When
he was eleven, he decided he wanted to end all the fighting,
but was too scared to do anything. On his fourteenth
birthday, he was in a back alley in a dumpster digging for
food while the sound of gunshots, explosions, and screaming
surrounded him.
“Roy, get out of that dumpster!” a woman’s voice
called from the other end of the alley. Roy, very scared and
surprised, leaped out of the dumpster, covered in who knows
what. He examined the woman. She was wearing a blue robe,
nothing on her feet, and a blue turban wrapped around her
head, making only her eyes visible.
“Who are you?” Roy asked her. He was baffled.
Everyone he ever knew was dead. No one alive knew his
name, which made the woman more mysterious, even scary.
“That is not important,” she pulled what appeared
to be a blank piece of paper out of her sleeve, “look carefully
at this and think about what you see.”
“It’s only a piece of pa-” Roy immediately
stopped speaking. As he looked closer, he could see himself,
fighting in the same war that was occurring on the street
behind him. “Is that me? It can’t be! What is this?”
“I cannot tell you much but what I can tell you is
that the boy you see here is you. Keep watching.” Roy stared
intently at the item. He now saw himself at a much older age
working in a laboratory. He was watching a computer screen
and then furiously writing something down on a piece of
paper right next to him. The object in the woman’s hands
flashed, and now he saw himself again, at an even older age
than before, standing behind a control panel, staring out at
the dark, empty world.
“That doesn’t make any sense. I’ve never used a
computer and every inch of the world is covered in blood,
corpses, or people fighting each other.” Roy was
overwhelmed with everything he saw.
“In a week, you will find a loaded gun on the
ground and decide to seek peace in this world by fighting
back. Thirteen years later, you will find an abandoned
laboratory. It still has electricity, so you turn on one of the
computers. It automatically runs a tutorial, so you claim the
laboratory as your own and begin working on a plan to stop
the violence. After five years of work and defending the
building, you invent a machine that will end the violence. All
human life will vanish from existence if your machine works.
Five years later, you have finally built it. After it’s activated,
you stare at what is now your planet.” She waited for a
reaction.
“How do you know all of this? Where did you come
from? Why are you here? Why are you telling me this?” Roy
now had a pounding headache. It was too much for him to
handle.
“I am telling you this to save my people. When
you realize you own the planet, you salvage whatever you can
find. Eventually you figure out that there is life on other
planets and you seek them out to conquer them with what
you can make from the resources you were given. There are
humans on other planets. I am one of them. I also know
that after you activate your invention, you will never get rid of
the guilt that you killed the entire human race. I am here to
save not only my people, your people, or any other life, but
to save you from yourself. Ending the war is a good thing that
cannot be done without your intervention, but ending all life
will bring the apocalypse.” Roy, now feeling sick, sat down on
the cold concrete.
“Are you trying to say that I will be the one to
destroy all of humanity?” He turned his head to the side and
puked. He wiped his mouth on his sleeve and stared at the
woman.
“I can’t stop you from destroying every human on
Earth but I can give you the tools you need to stop yourself
from completely wiping out every living being in the universe.
Take this ring. You’ll know what to do with it when the time
comes. Twenty-three years of torture is ahead of you in this
war.” Without another word, the woman took a ring off her
finger, handed it to Roy, and disappeared into the shadows.
Roy, still very sick, put the ring on and went back into the
dumpster to search for food. Something sharp cut his hand.
He dug out a knife from the trash. His ring glowed for a
moment, then, right in front of him, a black circle
materialized. Within the circle, he saw a man in front of a
control panel who looked like he was in his late thirties. He
instantly knew what he was to do. He hurled the knife at the
circle. It vaporized into the air, taking the knife with it.
Twenty-three years, ended before they began.
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