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 Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2007 5:24 pm Post subject: Mini Saga |
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I tried this once a few years back and it's quite tricky. Basically, a mini saga is a complete story told in less than fifty words, not including the title so choose your words carefully. Prizes are as follows -
1st prize - 4 critiques
2nd prize - 3 critiques
3rd prize - 2 critiques
and 1 critique for all who enter so you might as well give it a go. This one closes on the 15th July. Good luck.
Oh yeah and here's an example, like I said, a few years old but you get the idea -
Are you courting Death?
I met him by the river. He didn’t see me there. I followed him home, along the cobbled path, under the cover of night. He turned back and looked me in the eye.
“Hello?” He called.
“Goodbye,” I whispered. I kissed him softly on the lips, the kiss of Death. |
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| Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2007 5:26 pm Post subject: |
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| Do you want us to post it here or Pm it to you?? |
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| Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2007 5:32 pm Post subject: |
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| Post it here if you like but I don't mind if you want to pm it to me. Up to you really. |
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| Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2007 5:40 pm Post subject: |
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"What'll he say when he finds us here?" she whispered.
"We'll tell him the truth." He banked the fire.
She began to breathe softly after five minutes. Lifting her gently, he tied the rock to her foot.
"He'll find us, don't worry," he whispered once more.
He jumped in.
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There's my entry! |
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| Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2007 6:14 pm Post subject: |
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The Darkness Beckons.
The boy ran through the darkness.
It was everywhere but nowhere at the same time.
His father had warned him to be wary of The Forbidden Place he would have been too if he knew this would be the consequences.
He fell. It reared above him. Death was quick. Silence.
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| Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2007 3:22 pm Post subject: |
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My Journey Home
My breathing was heavy, my eyes halfway closed. My daughter held my hand tightly, her crying a distant sound to my ears.
Then I saw it: the Light.
“I see my Father,” I whispered, happiness flooding my heart.
Earthly life ignored, my Father helped me to my feet.
“Welcome home.” |
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| Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 8:48 am Post subject: |
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| Five days left... |
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You Don't Love Me
I sobbed as I sat on the cold, hard floor of my apartment. Blood surrounded me and a gun lay at me feet. Breathing deeply, I picked up the gun and lifted it to my head with a shaky hand.
"You don't love me," I whispered. "So I will die." |
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| Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2007 12:40 pm Post subject: |
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Four days till judging.
Kitty is this all the people who have entered?? |
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| Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2007 5:49 pm Post subject: |
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I'll enter too.
A Boy's Beliefs
As I stare at the night sky I ponder a question. "Was Chris telling the truth? Are there really spirits among us?"
I think all night long and as the sun rises I find my answer. A simple, "I believe with all my heart."
(It's not much, but it's something right?) |
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| Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2007 9:03 pm Post subject: |
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| Yeah, this is everyone who's joined... And that was fine piepiemann, an entrie's better than none at all =) |
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A Mother’s Hand
Trust shone in her eager, brown eyes. Her mother’s hand, squeezing her own tiny fingers, provided unconditional security.
She was hurried past the impatient stares of headlights, guided to the haven of the sidewalk.
A carefree bounce accompanied her plodding shoes. Nothing else mattered under her mother’s loving gaze. |
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| Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2007 6:46 pm Post subject: |
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Contest now closed. I shall edit this post with the winners in a little while...
*Edit*
First place: My Journey Home by Jabber
Second Place: Untitled by writingluver5
Third place: A mother's Hand by nickelodeon
Congratulations to all of you. PM me with the pieces you all want critiqued and remember there's one just for entering so I owe everyone at least one. |
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