Hello, I'm the well renowned Thoadthetoad, who made the insanely popular story, "The Moderation Wars". Now then, I've seen a whole lot of writing contests but they are just terrible, no organazation or rules. Let me just tell you that this is NOT A PLACE to put crappy 5 minute 3 sentence stories that literally anyone could have written. Now then, here's the basic rules:
1. Must not be SMUT. A simple sexual reference or a wink wink nudge nudge is fine, hell, even something a woman in her 40's would read to feel secure is fine, but don't make the characters have ANY contact. This includes: Groping, fondling, HXC (hardcore), anal, buttocks grabbing or sucking. A kiss I can handle, maybe tounge, but don't make it descriptive to where younger users would be creeped out, OKAY?!
2. Story must be within 500 - 1000 words. Please keep it within that so I won't get tired reading, and so that it actually has some structure.
3. You HAVE to have a beginning, middle, and end in your story! No "to be continued" things. You may use the same characters and whatnot, but please do not leave things opened.
4. I would very much appreciate if you put how many words were in your entry. It braces me for it and I won't have to count it all that much. Again, I'd very much appreciate it if you were HONEST with it.
5. This is prose ONLY, no poetry, guys.
6. Must be relevant to the theme, which I will assign every... oh I say 2 weeks would be enough.
7. There can only be 7 entries at the most, because I think I'll die if I have to read any more than that. So if it reaches the cap before the deadline, I'll judge there.
8. No fanfictions of your favorite series unless noted that
So those are the rules, if you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask. I like questions after all.
This rounds theme will be....
Anime
Fanfics are ok, but is strongly unadvised. As I tend to detest fanfics... I hope you all have a good time writing, and I hope some more people come to here instead of the other places. Btw, every story has to have DIRECT link to the theme, even if it's roundabout, I don't care, so long as it's still a direct link from the story to it, no chains.
Let the judging begin! 1st: CENERE (I could not copy/paste it...for some reason) I really loved it, even though hid had almost nothing to do with anime, it had a lot of anime like qualities to it, so I liked the way you did it. The way that you lead us on for the narrator to be a regular human instead of a cat was really nice, and I liked the last part of it, where it says there were only 4 more left to go. I hope to see more of your work here.
2nd: KR (I could not copy/paste it for some reason, probably the double spacings) I also liked your entry, it was descriptive and had creative flow. It was easy to understand as well. Hope you like second place.
3rd:
The anime world was infuriated. Ever since Yiao had taken the top ratings, the entire rest of the anime world was in extreme poverty, each and every day, the entire world except for the cast of Yiao suffered. From Naruto to Inayusha, poverty and disease wracked the world, from slum to gilded dojo. Also, the population was shrinking rapidly; because your hair had to be a certain extreme bigness, and hair expansion was expensive, the APF (Animation Police Force) was rounding up small-haired characters and brutally killing them on account of a first degree follicular disgrace. There was only one resistance to this oppression--the CARP (crappy anime resistance force) was valiantly using crazily overpowered jutsus to crush Yiao and the APF. The leader of the carp was never seen--he was rumored to be an aquatic animal of some sort--so the figurehead of the CARP was an unemployed ninja named Akiba. He lead rallies against Yiao, and was hoping to amass a large enough army to destroy Yiao and the APF once and for all, and subject the anime world to Individualist Anarchism, the way he thought it should be. The APF was gathering an army in secret, as well. They knew exactly where the CARP was hiding out, and planned to rain thousands of oversized shuriken into that region when the Moon was high. Then the day came. There were four million troops amassed just out-of-sight of the CARP base, their oversized shuriken at the ready. Akiba knew naught of the onslaught that was to come, and just sat at his desk, eating some ramen noodles, when the attack came. Nothing could have survived the assault that followed. And so nothing did. Akiba lay dead, with forty-two shuriken in his chest and a bowl of ramen noodles spilled on his forehead. The rest of the CARP was dismembered instantly, and the entire base was burned. There was no more hop for the anime world. Soon, Yiao and the APF would devour everything. ***three years later*** There wasn't a single being left alive in the anime world. All of them--every last one of them--had died of war. Even the rulers of the world--the cast of Yiao--had been crushed by the attack of the APF. Yiao had gotten out of control, so the APF killed them. Then, the APF forces prospered for a short while. Everyone's hair was gargantuan, and there were plenty of ramen noodles. After a year had passed, the APF was hurting. There were no people to work the rice fields; so basically, there were screwed. After two years, the APF was disbanded. Half of them had died fighting for food, and the other half was starving. By the third year, everyone was sick from hunger. They all were underweight, and many were sick. There was one hidden official left that hadn't gone insane. The former leader of the CARP. He resolved to euthanize the population of the anime world with a series of nuclear bombs. The bombs fell. The few people who were alive died instantly, ending life as it was known in the anime world forever. The last living resident of the anime world, the leader of the CARP, committed seppuku the following day, and life on the anime world had ended forever.
quite the good 'un, and I completely laughed through and through it. How the APF came in for hair laws, and Carp as well. It was all funny, and I'm glad you entered.
Crimson:
Dear Journal...
I never liked anime,even though I live in a world of it.We never have imperfections,or we all do whatever you want to think of us.We listen to our high pitched techno music dancing in ways that don't even make sense,with expressions that aren't even plausible.Hair is any color you can think of,and our eyes are larger then our hands half the time.We could be anything from an inappropriate creature with tentacles to an innocent furry creature that somehow acts like a human.We have no identity,yet every identity you could imagine and beyond.Its strange,but even those this world is nice I never have ventured out of it.I look forward to the day I may travel to the place where they speak English in tongue instead of in captions,even with such horrible unfitting voices,it is still better then where I am now,being poked by a strange thing called the Web with even stranger creatures talking about me like I am a tool or something.My friends who have ventured into the world of English have become more then just tools,into what I can only tell to be legends in that realm by some,although yet somehow others hate them in that world.I think about it every day just waiting to go to that world,maybe someday I might get to see what its like in that world.Is it any different from here?Will they like me?What makes this place so different?Why do I ask so many questions when I should be doing something about it instead about it?I have decided instead of just talking to myself about how I want to do something and wait for it to come to me,I will go on my own into that world,and hope for the best....|Its been three days since I started my venture for the world of English searching through rivers Mountains,caves,and even the sky itself.Apparently in that world you wouldn't be able to do all of that in such little time some say,but it matters little to me now.I will find this place and make it my home no matter how hard I try...|Its been quite a while since the last time I wrote an entry in here,but I am still looking for that place.I can't even remember what its called anymore,but I must not falter as I feel like I am so close to finding this place,I just hope I am right,I have looked everywhere I could on my world for it but no luck,wish me luck in finding this place......|I have finally found the place,this world of English,I finally remember what it was called,but lack the knowledge on how to spell it anymore,I think I am getting old,but apparently I was looking in all the wrong places.I was foolish to search my world for another within it.No this place was in a place I would never expect,but it seems I was within this world for longer then I knew.I had to look into my past to find it,through my journeys to find it I joined it almost in secret.I found this place to be much colder then I thought.People treat you like more of a tool then they did before,and some turn you from something innocent into something so wrong its indescribable,I wish I had never found this place,I think this may be the last time though I make one of these journal entries for a long time,all I have to say is goodbye.....|I am back for what seems to be the last time.These creatures they say that I have been what they like to call canceled.I do not understand how this works.How one life is just casted away,because it no longer interesting to those who used it like a tool.It makes me feel like a slave that has been tortured for so long just to be killed off when he is no longer of value.I suppose though that is life.
Though it was well done and all, it came off as a little boring. I liked the concept and overall view of it, however.
Now then, next theme: War I hope you can do more with it than anime.
hmm War thoad you are addicted to that theme.I will get to this later if I feel like it,but am not sure what to write about....oh wait I just got an idea,but do not have time to write it up right now maybe later...
hmm War thoad you are addicted to that theme.I will get to this later if I feel like it,but am not sure what to write about....oh wait I just got an idea,but do not have time to write it up right now maybe later...
BUT WAR IS THE CHOCOLATE IN MY ECLAIR! It's the cushion in my chair! It's the conditioner in my hair! It's the- "SHUT THE HELL UP ALREADY" Fine, lazy drunk neighboor...
Anyways, war is the best upon ALL themes, if you dislike war, YOU DISLIKE ME. NOW GTFOUTTA MAH HOUSE.
Lukas Laufgruber was a physically fit person. He was muscular, thin, and nimble, his fingers dexterous and quick. His forehead was slightly rounded, and his light blond hair lay on his forehead like inert leaves on the fall ground. His azure eyes were piercing and deep. ***1942*** When the War had gone into full force, Lukas had a strong sense of nationalism towards Germany. He applied for the Wehrmacht without question the day he turned eighteen. Training was relatively easy for him; he was strong and intelligent. He proved to be an adaptive, strong soldier, confident and quick with a rifle, and able to manage the recoil of an MG42 with ease. After he had been through with his training, he was assigned to a SMG team for the capture of Stalingrad. His division was punching straight for the heart of the city, in order to take out the core of the Red Army's defenses in the area. There was relatively little opposition in the bleak city for the majority of the march forward, except for the occasional sniper or small squad. When they went deeper into the city, Lukas noticed a sharp increase in opposition. There seemed to be soldiers in every war-torn building around the squad, from gunners with PPSH-41s to sneaky riflemen packing SVT-40s, and the occasional officer with a Tokarev. They were no match for the Panzer tanks and German weapons. Crisis hit when Lukas' squad reached the core of the Red Army's defense operation. Their rockets were deadly. Weaving in and out of the path of machine gun fire and rockets, Lukas was determined to break the Russian's line. With his MP40 in hand, he deftly reloaded and sprayed blind fire from behind the corner of a burned building. Then, he heard an explosion. The first Panzer had gone down, along with the many people near it, and the second was smoking. Then the second one went down. Rapidly, the situation was turning from good to bad to worse, and he knew it. Sighing, he knew but one thing left to do. He loaded his last clip, and bolted out, firing at the positions that the Red Army had set up. He darted behind cover again, with intense speed. The very air around the defenses of the Russians was painted red with the supple crimson ribbons of blood from Lukas' carnage, and many soldiers fell down, dead, immediately. Lukas rolled quickly behind cover, breathing heavily. He was frantic with adrenaline, and he was sweating heavily. He wiped his forehead, and threw his MP40 to the ground. He knew that there was not a good chance he would survive. Taking out his Mauser, Lukas made one final charge toward the emplacement, firing wildly in many directions. One Russian soldier too particular notice of this Wehrmacht bear charging the defense position. He took out his PPSH, and fired. Lukas felt the impact before he head the shot. Each of the many bullets that hit him had it's own unique macabre impact, wracking his body with rapid flooring shock. Lukas collapsed on the ground, never to rise again, with twenty-five PPSH bullets in his chest and a Mauser to his side.
---------- I FINALLY GOT MY POMEGRANATE JUICE!! WOOT!! ---------- 537 words.
