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 Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 2:13 pm Post subject: Short Story Contest |
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| This is a contest for those who like to write short stories. All entries must be fiction, winner will receive 500 points. You can submit as many entries as you want. Deadline is 5/31/06. I do need judges too. I you would like to judge, send me a pm. Note: judges may NOT submit entries. Thank-you! |
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| Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 9:58 pm Post subject: |
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| i'll be a judge if you want Araidne |
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| Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 10:11 pm Post subject: |
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| Can the stories already be written? And would you like them entered by PM? |
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| Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 10:14 pm Post subject: |
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I'd be happy to help judge if you like, but I'm thinking I've got an idea for a short story as well so I guess I've got to decide whether I really want to enter as well... Hmm.
Anyway, if you do want any help judging, just ask.  |
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| Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 10:12 am Post subject: |
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| Where are the stories posted and do you have to include contest in the title? |
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| Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 12:55 am Post subject: |
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| word limit? |
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| Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 2:13 pm Post subject: |
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| They can already be written, no word limit,post entries here, and please include title. To all who would like to judge, I say thank-you. |
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| Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 7:33 pm Post subject: |
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| I'll judge for you, A. |
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| Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 8:09 pm Post subject: |
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| Again,thank-you. |
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| Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 9:19 pm Post subject: |
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heres my intry
i ate my weetabix, they were a soft mushy mix of whole weat goodness and great taste.i got up and went to school, through the door across the park, on the train, off the train and school. at school the teachers were dressed in leather and flailing chains, they all wielded machine guns and knifes which were bieng put to use; hundreds of tormented bodies clutered the playground. i drew my blade and charged . i was shot down by miss burton , our history teacher.later on that day i returned home and told my family about how i did on the test. they all vometed psp's and shreded shoes.  |
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| Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2006 5:23 am Post subject: |
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| i'll post a story soon |
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| Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 2:53 am Post subject: |
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Sunday Sunlight
It wasn’t long till I found out where the bastard was. He was standing there, wearing them as if no one noticed. I sent him the look, but he ignored it. The motherf*er. Pale, and scrawny, with a nose that could’ve probably pierced steel: your typical shadowy folk. “There he is,” I told Fred, who was sitting next to me, sipping the martini I had bought for him. Freddy cleared his throat, fixed his tie, and looked at the man.
“He’s wearing the glasses.”
“I know.”
“He’s just wearing the glasses.” I took a sip of my drink, keeping the asshole at sight. How old? I’d say twenty-five, maybe twenty-six. Some little punk who thought he got lucky. Well think again, you little f*ck. Probably some of those spoiled rich kids who think they got it made, who think their untouchable. I scanned the area around him. An ugly looking girl –Asian, with way to many make-up on (black lipstick?), and tits touching her knees- was holding his hand, probably his girlfriend, which was something I just couldn’t explain –why would he be with someone as ugly as her? Why would her want to be with someone as ugly as him? Money was probably the answer. The fat old guy who was sitting next to him was probably his father, the one that started all. No mother in sight, but I could picture her. Siliconed front, as fat as her husband, and a stretched out look on her face. I looked around. Like most of the ladies here.
“So, what do I do?” I consulted Michelle, who sighed and returned to her whisky on the rocks –which I had paid for. “What?”
“They’re just a pair of glasses, Howard. You have tons of them.” She whined, grabbing my shoulder.
“But they are my glasses. He stole them.”
“So, what?” Freddy laughed at her comment, reaching across my lap and pinched her cheek. Michelle glared at him.
“They’re his glasses.” Fred further explained. Now the bastard was touching the girl’s ass, who just smiled at him as if she actually liked him and wasn’t just sticking around for the money. And the bastard smiled back as if he was actually going to keep her around. The ass was wobbly, and as ugly as everything the girl had. “I think you should go, tap him in the shoulder, and bam, head-butt his ass.”
“You’re going to make a scene, and we’re gonna get kicked out of the club, just because of those stupid sunglasses.” Michelle punched me on the arm, softly. I clicked my tongue, and finished my drink –vodka and tonic. She looked at me, waiting for me to say something.
“They’re my glasses.”
“They’re not even that nice.”
“Hey, those cost me money, OK? They don’t just… grow on trees. I paid for them, and that motherf*er—”
“Oh, Howard don’t swear.”
“—took them, and now I can’t see sh*t, because the damn sun blinding me… and this asshole is just wearing them like they’re his glasses.”
“How do you know they are yours?”
“Because those are the damn glasses.”
“Maybe he has the same glasses that you do.”
“Or maybe he stole them.” I looked at her, annoyed. “You know what, Michelle? Just shut the hell up.” Freddy chuckled.
“I still think you should butt-head him. In the nose.” He said, scratching his head. “That’s a very big nose. That’s a big motherf*ing nose.” I laughed out loud, standing up.
“What are you going to do?” asked Michelle. I glanced towards the man, who was excusing himself to the bathroom. And what do you know? I wanted to pee. I started to walk. “Wait, Howie…” she called out to me. Ignoring her, I kept walking, past the phony old men, talking about badminton matches, past the group of ladies, discussing about what plastic surgeon turned them into the monsters that they are, past the young pair of yuppies, who talk about if it is OK to wear a striped vest in formal meetings, and past the well-dressed young man, who walked out of the bathroom, and had a look on his face that told me he had just taken a crap.
I opened the door.
The bathroom, as everything inside the Royal Casino Club, was fancy. Marble floor, a nice painting hanging from the wall next to the lavatory, golden handles, and a man, dressed in a white smoking, holding a towel. The bastard was taking a piss, standing up, and whistling Moonshadow. Calmly, I walked towards him, clearing my throat. He didn’t turn around. The hell with him. Furiously, I pushed his head towards the wall. One. Two. Three times. He screamed in pain, cursing. The man with the towels jumped, caught by surprise. I grabbed his tie, and pulled him to the floor. He was bleeding, and shaking, trying to scare me away. I kicked his jaw, and that stopped the shaking. I looked at the towel man, who had slowly backed up towards the corner of the bathroom. I kneeled down. He wasn’t wearing the sunglasses. I searched in his pocket, and –aha- pulled them out. Smiling, I put them over my eyes, and then pointed at the towel man, who was trembling. I looked down on the motherf*er. “Son of a b*tch.” I muttered, before stomping on his hand. Clearing my throat, I walked out of the bathroom, and the sun was no longer a problem.
It was a sunny day, and I was sweating. I needed a bath, as I usually did after playing tennis with Fred –he had beaten me, by the way: six; four, three; six, four; six. There was only one shower available, and another man, one with a big motherf*ing nose, had just walked in. I had to hurry. I stripped, and left my sunglasses next to my bag, then rushed into the showers. Ten minutes later, they were gone, along with the bastard who had taken them. It wasn’t long till I found out where the bastard was. |
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| PLEASE! NO PROFANITY! IF YOU NEED TO USE IT, FIRST LETTER,THEN DASH THE REST OUT! Thank-you |
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OH NOES!
OK. I BLEEPed it. Sorry bout that.
PS: Is ass considered a profanity? I'm foreign. |
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| Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 5:29 pm Post subject: |
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| No. At least, not to me. |
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