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Old 06-10-2011, 09:51 PM





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You nudge open the heavy wooden door and enter a room filled with towering stacks of books. They cover nearly half the room, leaning at odd angles that make you a bit nervous. You do hope they don't collapse onto you....best not make any sudden movements here. The walls are covered with a chaotic mixture of maps, many of them foreign to you, and newspaper clippings detailing trips to new and exotic lands. A few articles detailing casino openings around the world seem to be tacked up here and there for good measure.

As you make your way inside, a woman with hair like a flame spots you and her face lights up as she bounds over, knocking a few books and scattering a pile of casino chips in the process. Her undisguised excitement is infectious.

"What? You're lost you say? Well there isn't a better place to be lost, my friend, especially with those winnings of yours. No, no, I'm not eyeing them, I'm merely stating a fact. This casino is rather large and you've wandered into a very special place you see, a place of discovery, and its only fitting that you should discover its secrets for yourself. Of course, little comes without a price these days, but I'm sure you can pay it. Now, let me see...

She turns abruptly and disappears behind a several towering stack of books that sway as she slips pas them.

"I know just the thing! Now people are always coming in here telling me that they've won something, but I'm not really interesting in their winnings. No, I've collected plenty of things of my own over the years....What I'm interested in are stories."

A flash of orange is seen briefly between two stacks of books.

"Ah here it is! I have a collection of stories, tales of new and interesting lands and artifacts, fascinating stuff!" She pauses a moment and you see her reemerge from between the stacks. "I've also got a number of artifacts. new things, old things, you name it, and I'd do anything for a good story. So, you see, I want story and, given that you've come to a casino, you must be in the market for prizes." She grins at you. "I think you can see where this is going, my friend...you tell tell me a story, write it down here, let me add it to my collection, and I give you a little something for your efforts."


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Old 06-20-2011, 08:04 PM




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Follow Mene's rules and ToS. Keep in mind that this factors into story ratings. As much as I would love to read your steamy little tidbits, you'd best be saving them for the proper places. Keep it pg-13, please.

Do not plagiarize. <--- I cannot stress this enough. If this occurs you will be banned from this contest and all future writing contests.

Be sure to write something in keeping with the theme(s) (which can be found below).

You are only required to follow one theme/prompt per entry.

Send me a PM entitled "the journey begins" when you submit your entry form to prove that you've read the rules. If you fail to do this, your entry will not be added.

Your story or poem can be edited before the end of the contest provided me you PM me with the revision. As luck would have it, revision should be the title of any revision based PMs.

You may submit a total of two entries per category.

You have until 7PM CST on 30th June (when the event ends) to get your submissions in.

Add a heart at the end of you submission to prove that you finished reading the rules.

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Old 06-20-2011, 08:06 PM





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::Fiction::

The New World - This isn't necessarily referring to the discovery of America, a brand new island nation, or even a world we've necessarily heard of (though it can be, as I do love me some historical fiction). It needs only be about the discovery of some new and different place, that place and its culture, inhabitants, etc. being entirely up to the writer. The goal, to create the most rich and interesting new environment/interactions between the discovering person or persons and those discovered (if any).

Casino Royale - Oh, everyone knows the sort of juicy tales that oft find themselves set in casinos so like our own. The task here is to seek out such things, to tell tales of the what ifs, to add an element of intrigue and danger to the usual tales of cards and slots. Perhaps you know a tale of a man who could not lose or a spy whose appetite for gambling was as insatiable as his appetite for...secrets. Whatever the story, if it features a casino, you'd do well to turn it in here and see if you can't make some winnings off it for yourself.


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::Poetry::

Martian Poetry - 'Martian Poetry' is a minor British poetry movement from a while
back that focused on describing an object in a new and different way, as though the writer
were just seeing it for the first time and needed to explain it. For example, here
is an excerpt from one of Craig Raine's poems detailing an old time phone.


Quote:
In homes, a haunted apparatus sleeps,
that snores when you pick it up.

If the ghost cries, they carry it
to their lips and soothe it to sleep

with sounds. And yet, they wake it up
deliberately, by tickling with a finger.
*Bonus - A little birdie flew over from the magic show to inform me that extra points will be awarded (during the judging stage) to those who describe an object found in a casino. Oh my, what a juicy little bit of gossip!


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Old 06-20-2011, 08:08 PM




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Contest Prizes
:1st place in fiction:


:2nd place in fiction:


:3rd place in fiction:


:1st place in poetry:


:2nd place in poetry:


:3rd place in poetry:


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Page Prizes

page 10 (first poster) - Panda Umbrella
page 20 (eigth poster) - Engraved Oak Orchid Shield
page 30 (randomized) - Rocking Out Rock Star
page 40 (3x randomized) - Mr. Mayor's Mulled Wine
page 50 (2nd poster) - St. Paddy's Extra Lucky White T (m)
page 60 (randomized) Glammy's Black Waspie
page 70 (3rd poster) - Halloween Candy Stick
page 80 (6th poster) - Karasu Ningyo




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Old 06-23-2011, 06:58 AM




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Here's the form!


Have I got the tale for you!
Username ::
Entry Type :: [fiction or poetry]
Theme :: [chosen theme]
Entry :: [link please, no actual pictures][/noparse]


::Fiction::

The Journey Begins - zeapearX

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Have I got the tale for you!
Username :: zeapear
Entry Type :: fiction
Theme :: 'The New World'
Entry ::

THE JOURNEY BEGINS (part 1, it was too long for one PM)
A Tale by Zaya Pearwood


Jacqui drifted through the void, the feeling of weightlessness easing any and all troubles from her mind. It seemed that no matter how many times she had to repair the ship (a job one would think would appear as a hindrance instead of a blessing) she would never outgrow the sense of carelessness she felt whilst suspended in deep space. Carefully making her way along the starliner’s exterior shell, Jacqui pressed flipped up the small patch on the wrist of her suit’s left arm, and pressed one of the many small buttons now revealed.

“Communications System now online.” Crackled tiny speakers next to both of her ears, the calming female voice cutting off with a slight ‘bzzt’.

“Harlan, for the third time this month; there is no hull breach.” Jacqui sighed exasperatedly; ever since the Firebird had passed through the previously undetected asteroid belt between the planets Xenophus-4 and Xenophus-5 Harlan had been going on about an asteroid he may have scraped the side of the starliner on, and even though the scanners hadn’t shown up anything he’d ordered Jacqui outside the ship for maintenance on three separate occasions within the space of a month. Of course nothing had shown up on any of the escapades, but he still insisted he had heard metal being torn away from the ship. Unfortunately he was the only crewmember awake at the time of the alleged ‘crash’ and as such, there could be no verification, and due to solar flares a week before, the security systems had been down and as such the rest of the crew couldn’t directly tell him he was being ridiculous.
“Officer Summerdale, I will not remind you again. You will address me as ‘Captain’ over the comms. You may come back on board if you are sure you haven’t overlooked anything. And also, don’t forget to fill out the maintenance report like you did last time, we need those to send back to Headquarters.” crackled the comms hollowly, the usual life found in human conversation seemingly cut out somewhere between the transmission and the receival.

“Yes sir, Captain. I’m coming back in as we speak.” Jacqui replied, rolling her eyes audaciously as she manoeuvred her way back to the airlock. Opening up the hatch next to the currently closed off entrance, she punched in the code to open the door and then drifted on inside. Once Jacqui was safely past the motion sensors placed in front of the airlock to see if anyone had actually come in, the door closed with a final sounding ‘schoop’ and she removed her helmet, letting her flaming red frizz of curls to hang in the open. Seeing her pale visage reflected dully in the glass screen that separated the airlock from the rest of the ship’s interior, Jacqui reminded herself to rake a comb through her hair later, and to maybe try that new anti-freckle cream her sister had sent to her via star-mail; Jacqui had picked it up at the last space-station they’d passed which had been well over three months ago now, but she’d never gotten around to using it. Sliding open the glass doors leading to the main corridor, Jacqui grabbed one of the cleanly printed sheets of paper outside the airlock titled ‘STANDARD MAINTENANCE REPORT’

“Damn Harlan.’ She hissed under her breath; written reports usually took at least an hour to fill out. Why couldn’t Headquarters just use the automatic status check that was sent every time someone was sent out to do repairs? Jacqui vaguely remembered something about needing a humanised physical copy, but it was still ridiculous into how much detail into which the report went. Being careful not to crease the leaflet, she made her way to her dorm, barely registering the sign on the door telling her that ‘this dorm houses Jacqui Summerden, Engineer Officer & Melony Sears, Training Officer’ as she pushed it open. Hearing even breathing from Melony’s side of the room, Jacqui guessed that she’d volunteered to take the night shift again. Being careful to make as little noise as possible, she changed back from her space-suit to her casual uniform (a forest-green fitted shirt with a white band across the left upper arm for engineering and black pants of the wearers choice; In this case, jeans), grabbed a black fountain pen, and sat down at her desk.

—x—

Rubbing her eyes blearily, Jacqui stamped the top of the filled out maintenance report with the Headquarters’ address barcode and sent it up through the mail chute located in the corner of the dorm. “Well, that’s done,” She sighed wearily, and glanced absently down at her digital watch; it was almost time for dinner. Gently shaking Melony awake, Jacqui informed her roommate that it was soon to be dinner and then began making her way down to the main hall where most meals were held. Humming tunelessly, Jacqui opened the door separating the living corridor from the main walkway. Just as she was stepping through, the lights lining the walls dimmed and flashing red emergency lights lowered in from the ceiling, and from somewhere unseen a siren began to howl. Immediately switching into action mode, Jacqui turned around and began pelting back to the engine room; she’d be able to get an idea of what was going on from there.
In the space of two minutes Jacqui was hastily opening the door to the engine room, and making her way past panicked engineers. Spotting Amer, the head engineer, over the throng, she made her way towards him.
“What the hell’s going on?!” she screamed over the combined din of the other engineers shouting orders and the sound of the ship’s engine screaming as it worked overtime.

Amer pointed at the holo-screen placed above the door, saying something that Jacqui couldn’t hear. Turning to see what he was pointing at, Jacqui’s heart skipped a beat and then seemed to pound ten times faster than normal to make up for it; The screen showed a picture of the Firebird in orbit of the planet Chebnik-7, and a massive asteroid hurtling towards the ship.
The asteroid must have been behind the planet, and undetectable by the ship’s scanners, and was moving at such a speed that there was no way that the Firebird would be able to pull out of its path in time, not without frying the ship’s engine.

Running to her station, Jacqui began helping the others try and manoeuvre the ship to safety, bravely defying that they couldn’t do anything, unless… Jacqui stood up, and ran towards Amer’s station and shouted something in his ear. Realisation dawned on his face, and he stood up screamed at everyone to shut up and listen.

Thirty seconds later, all fifty engineers were all frantically positioning the ship closer to Chebnik-7’s top atmospheric layer, and on Amer’s say-so, the engine’s were shut down and the engine-room became suddenly eerily quiet. For three whole seconds, everyone held their breath, the asteroid only twenty-or-so seconds from impact, and then the ship began to slowly but surely drop away into Chebnik-7’s atmosphere. Soon, the asteroid passed overhead, but now the main issue was stopping the ship from crashing into a fast-approaching mountaintop and killing all one thousand of the crew members inside.

Set in a fresh panic, everyone in the engine-room set about adjusting the ship’s crash-course, and soon enough the Firebird was grounded, smoking slightly, and not going to fly again any time soon.

“God damn…” Jacqui coughed, shakily getting to her feet. Helping some of the engineers around her up, Jacqui bit her lip in frustration; the engine was smoking heavily now, and some wires that had ripped from it in the crash now sprayed electrical sparks into the open air. Glancing over at Amer, who was now rubbing his head dazedly, Jacqui gulped. They were stranded on Chebnik-7, until another ship went by.

Seeing as she was no longer needed, Jacqui exited the engine-room to go check on the rest of the crew, namely Melony. Stumbling into her dorm and being careful not to step on any of the miscellanea that had become unlodged from shelves and tables during the crash, Jacqui frantically searched the dorm but to no avail; Melony wasn’t there. Deciding that the training officer would probably report to the bridge where her supervisor resided as soon as any sign of danger appeared, and began making her way to the command deck. From what she saw on the way there, no one had been seriously injured by the crash, though one man had hit his head on a table and appeared to be unconscious. Pushing past a group of domestic staff demanding to know what was going on; Jacqui flashed her clearance card up to the scanner, and entered the bridge. Almost running in to Melony’s supervisor on the way in, Jacqui stopped.

“Maddan! Thank God you’re okay, where’s Melony?” Jacqui asked, gripping the woman’s firm shoulders.

Maddan pointed into the bridge, and then looked back to Jacqui. “She’s in there and she’s okay. What happened, Jacqui? One minute we’ve got a siren going off telling us we’re about the hit an asteroid, and the next we’re crashing.” Maddan asked pointedly.

Pushing back her hair nervously, Jacqui sighed. “We were going to hit, but then I had the idea of moving closer to Chebnik-7’s atmosphere, and then when we cut the engines we got sucked into its gravitational pull. Now the engine’s fried, though. Some of the framework has even snapped clean in two!”

Maddan nodded gravely, and hurried Jacqui on inside. “You might want to explain this to Harlan.”

—x—

“So, we’re basically stranded until the next scheduled starliner comes? In three months?”

“Yes, Captain.” Jacqui replied, nervously licking her lips. Harlan seemed to have taken the news very well so far, but he was beginning to look a bit crazed.

“Do we know if this planet can even support human life?” he asked, pacing across the bridge.

“No, sir, but the science officers are checking the atmosphere and radioactivity levels as we speak.” Piped in one of the younger trainee’s, who had joined the meeting at the last minute.

“Very well, then.” Nodded Harlan. “Inform me as soon as the results come in, I want to know what we’re dealing with here. Everyone dismissed.”

After a resounding chorus of ‘yes sir!’ everyone but those who actually belonged there left the bridge and returned to work. Jacqui rubbed her temples; she was only twenty-two and already she was looking at the possibility of an early death on a strange planet. There was no point in dwelling on that fact though, and as such she returned to the engine-room and awaited orders from Amer.

—x—

Harlan creased his brow as he looked at the atmospheric conditions; they were similar enough to Earth’s, but there was a radioactivity spike that could come as dangerous.

“Are you sure this is safe?” He asked Gerard, the head science officer.
“It should be safe enough, and we’ve even detected a water source not too far from where we are now.”

“Hmm. I’ll arrange for everyone to prepare to go outside. We may as well make the best of a bad situation.”

—x—

Bags packed with everything that could help set up some shelters, Jacqui waited in the cargo bay along with everyone else. Slowly the back of the bay began folding out, forming a ramp into the unknown, and bright sunlight began filtering in, illuminating the faces of all those about to set out. As her eyes adjusted to sudden change in light level, Jacqui gasped at the beauty of the planet they had crash-landed on. Two small suns lay dominant in the sky, their bright rays showering light on a beautiful jungle of exotic, alien plants. The atmosphere was humid, though not stuffy, and the party-members began exiting the ship.

“Holy Moses…” muttered Jacqui as she took in the stunning sight, “I was expecting a red rock desert…”

Harlan, who was standing at the front of the group, yelled at them through his megaphone.

“I suggest you get used to it here, because this is going to be your home for the next three months.”

Yeah, I could get used to this. Jacqui thought to herself, My first new horizon.

—x—

As it happened, the next starliner didn’t come for three years. By then the crew of the Firebird had established a colony on Chebnik-7, a planet which they had nicknamed ‘ The Ashes’, after the mythology of the phoenix; while the Firebird had expired, new life had risen from the ashes and spread humanity even further amongst the stars. There had been trials, of course, for the settlers; alien diseases, predators, food poisoning and countless other hindrances, but the small base of humans had adapted and life stood triumphant.



::Poetry::

A Pair of Dice - LaVidaX


Have I got the tale for you!
Username :: LaVida
Entry Type :: Poetry
Theme :: A Pair of Dice
Entry ::Relics used in devils' games, 2 cubes, twelve sides in all, dotted twice 1 to six.

Sounds of clacks and thumps are made as it hits the table, where a twist of the wrist can decide your fate.

With this device, hundreds of millions of souls passed hands through the deceiving and devilish eyes of the snake.


Television - fairywaifX


Have I got the tale for you!
Username :: fairywaif
Entry Type :: Poetry
Theme :: Martian Poetry
Entry ::

Television
A rectangle filled
with ghosts and sendings
trapped into the same
actions emotions words
The colors are the remembrance of color
the sounds memories of such.


Security Camera - fairywaifX


Have I got the tale for you!
Username :: fairywaif
Entry Type :: Poetry
Theme :: Martian Poetry
Entry ::

The Security Camera
An eye that sees withoput seeing
reigning over the glittering lights
the hive minds focused on the prize-
Roll, money. Flip, money. Pull, money.


Slot Machine - Rochiel SilverfireX


Have I got the tale for you!
Username :: Rochiel Silverfire
Entry Type :: Poetry
Theme :: Martian Poetry
Entry ::

She sits with her sisters. A row of hulking yet seductive figures with outstretched arms reach for passing patrons. Her eyes flash with multicolored lights and she cries out with bells and whistles. Her siren call lures many a man to sit in her lap and take her hand; to feed her with the finest silver. In exchange, she lets him pull her hand towards his leg as her face whirs and spins. If she rejects him, he gets nothing (though she begs him to try again). If she approves, she showers him with more silver to feed her and her sisters.


Faces - HadsvichX

Have I got the tale for you!
Username :: Hadsvich
Entry Type :: Poetry
Theme :: Martian Poetry
Entry ::

In luck palaces, there lies a machine with three faces
a person shakes its only hand so that they may change its faces
when and if all three faces appear the same
it makes a cry of joy and spews gold coins from its mouth
and the person who shook their hand
joins the machine in its happiness.

The Red King Is Dead - Saravi BooX

Have I got the tale for you!
Username :: Saravi Boo
Entry Type :: Poetry
Theme :: Poker
Entry ::

A population of fifty-two, packed close in their paper home.
Suddenly expelled, disoriented, moving, shifting, mixing.
Separated, anxious, face down on a sea of green,
Awaiting judgment.

Will they be discarded as rubbish,
Or welcomed by these giants who hold their fate.
Hoarded by greedy hands with blank faces.
Give and take in a dance only these monsters understand.

Moments feel like lifetimes before all are laid down again,
Some in triumph, some in anger or disappointment,
Brought back together for a brief moment of peace.

"Deal another round."
Painted faces panic in silence as the terror begins anew.
Is it any wonder the red king is dead?


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Old 06-24-2011, 06:44 PM

We'll be open as soon as the casino opens, so get those stories ready and be sure to stop by and chat for page prizes and the occasional prize awarding word game.

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#7
Old 06-25-2011, 12:16 AM

Hmm, I hope I can get around to entering this...
I do have a question about the theme(s) though; for fiction do we have to follow just one theme, or both? I did read all of the rules but I'm sorry If it was state there and I skipped over it :sweat:

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Old 06-25-2011, 12:18 AM

You only have to follow one of them. My apologies if it was a bit unclear, I'll add a note to the rules. ^.^

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Old 06-25-2011, 12:20 AM

Okay, thanks! ^^
And, no problem... I'm just easily confused~

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Old 06-25-2011, 12:32 AM

Nah, I'm sure if you found it confusing, others would need it clarified soon as well. Better to catch it early / thanks I owe you one.

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Old 06-25-2011, 04:43 AM

I hope I have the time to come up with an entry for this!

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Old 06-25-2011, 05:21 AM

As do I. I'm really excited to see what everyone comes up with!

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#13
Old 06-25-2011, 05:44 AM

It's been months since I last entered a writing contest here and I've been itching for inspiration so here's hoping!

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Old 06-25-2011, 07:52 PM

Ooh, I like the idea of the first one. I was sort of thinking of writing something similar. I might enter the poetry too. Sounds like a neat way to do it.

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Old 06-26-2011, 01:18 AM

I just submitted my entry! 8D
Sorry it took so many PM's, Seri :sweat: It was too long for just one...

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Old 06-26-2011, 04:54 AM

Will have it up in a bit. Gotta shuffle a few things around and figure out how I want them formatted in terms of folks being able to see them, provided you lot're all right with that.

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Old 06-26-2011, 05:03 AM

I'd be fine with it, I s'pose 8D

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Old 06-26-2011, 07:20 PM

Thought it was a given and then realized that it probably wasn't, so I ought to ask.

The first entry has been added! Wewt!

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Old 06-26-2011, 10:34 PM

@A@

*looks around*

wow, I can't believe there's no one here O.O

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#20
Old 06-26-2011, 11:58 PM

Neither can I. All of those page prizes are going to go to waste. *sadz*

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Old 06-27-2011, 12:32 AM

Yea, usually there's people around '_'......what are you going to do with the leftovers then?

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Old 06-27-2011, 12:48 AM

Not sure what we're supposed to do with them. Give them back to Lilith or send them off to charities I imagine.

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Old 06-27-2011, 01:16 AM

Maybe it will pick up over the week. o wo

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#24
Old 06-27-2011, 02:12 AM

omg, I thought it was ending today! XD oopsie, me and my miscalculations XP

EDIT: maybe I'll even have enough time to do another entry! :D

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Old 06-27-2011, 02:49 AM

I'm going to enter! Soon as I can think of a story....

 


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