The green light has been given! After weeks of preparation, the Contest can be launched!
This has been brewing in many users' mind for awhile. Enter the Official Writing Contest!
General Rules
1)Submissions for the context must specify the word count implemented. 2)It must adhere to the period's theme as the main idea, or at least have some connection. 3)It must be submitted by the deadline. (The deadline will be according to AG time so that people will not be confused by the timeframe/exploit difference in time zones.) 4)A winner cannot win twice in a row, though he or she can submit an entry the next week. 5)Winners get a merit.
What not to include
1)No excessive inappropriate language, such as vulgarities, swearing. This includes slandering anyone in the AG community. 2)No slandering of race, religion, culture, language of people. 3)No sexual references or innuendoes, though romantic scenes such as kissing can be included.
Actions that lead to disqualification
1)No plagiarism. If it has been discovered that the story has been copied, e.g. the plot has been copied, the user will be disqualified with immediate action. However, elements of inspiration can be allowed. 2)Only one submission is allowed for each user. So please do not create multiple accounts for multiple entries. If it has been discovered that a user has submitted many entries due to this method, he or she will be disqualified. 3)If someone's username is used as a character's name or mentioned in the story, ask for permission first. Failure to do so may lead to disqualification.
Judge: Me, though I will appoint someone else if I want to take part.
Opposites? What the hell we suppposed to write about opposites.
(Fake Story)
Once there was these two siters and they were complete opposties.
That's seriously all I can think of for that topic. Make do a genre, like Horror, Action, Comedy, ect... That reminds me, I'm writing another story for meh writings an stuff.
There was once light in this land. The kings of our people ruled graciously and freely. We did not fight. Only sing and dance.
Boom, boom.
Then they came. Like a shadow, from the east, they came.
Boom, boom.
They killed, without regret, without sadness. They killed not because they had to. Because they could.
Boom, boom.
The towns of the East were they first to fall.
Boom, boom.
My people. People of the Middle Realm began to flee from the dark billowing clouds of war from the East.
Boom, boom.
We went West. The last Realm of a great Empire.
Boom, boom.
My father joined the army soon after. He never returned.
Boom, boom.
My mother died ten years ago. I was only 7.
Boom, boom.
The only people of a great Empire who remained, where taught in the skills of war, for a dark day.
Boom, boom.
Now, ten years later, they have come again. The dark day is upon us.
Boom, boom.
Now, we go to war.
"Charge!" Men screamed as they ran down the once green hills. The creatures of dark, less then animals, looked at us in dumb confusion. This was the first time somebody had attacked them. The whole of the Empire and been felled with little force. One of the leaders, the smarter of these beasts snarled at his men to form ranks.
I saw this happening, almost at the back of my head, for I felt nor thought for the whole battle. I held my spear, my weapon of choice, that I had worked continuously on for the last ten years. It was all that I had left. I had almost wished for the day when it sunk into the flesh of my enemies.
As I fought and killed, something grew inside me. It was different to anything I had felt before. It felt.... empowering. I fought with grace, much more grace then anyone else fought with. My armor, plain metal and leather as it was, was the plainest armor around. But as many a man fell from swords ripping the beauty of their armor to shreds, mine continued to deflect blow after blow of weapon, great or small.
I threw my spear, and watched it gleaming as it flew, striking one of these creatures leaders, pinning him to the burnt stump of a tree by which he stood. I drew my sword, plain and simple, and slashed at the foul beasts which stood in my way. The foul beasts, turned, and ran from the power of those who still stood.
I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was my Captain. He said to me, well done, something I could have sworn would not pass his lips. I looked around. Of the hundred of our party, only 20 still stood. Many of the fallen would never arise again.
A ray of sunlight pieced the dark clouds that had covered the skies for ten years. The ray of sunlight hit a old oak, that appeared to be dead. Where it hit, life sprung, as if it had been the same for the last ten years.
It was the opposite of the last ten years, the opposite of death, the opposite of destruction, the opposite of darkness. It was free, and living. It was the old world.
