[Blackbirds]

Username: Noxyum
Kalon Name: Kaname
Kalon Gender: Male
Short story (100 min - 500 max words):

The young Kalon awoke, and could remember nothing. His mind wandered into the deep depths of the darkness, and he saw a cage. A cage, with snow falling. A windowless room, with a beautiful rose. Nothing past his heartbeat could be heard to his ears. A rose encased in resin was on a dark oak table. There was a white flash, and pain hit the young kalon. The pain was so intense he screamed. 'Who am I screaming for? Who will save me?' his thoughts raced for help.

The snow kept falling, and it piled over the confused Kalon. His pelt was white and pink, instead of the black and crimson it should've been. He was lying in the cold snow; thinking of the memories that haunted him. The snow fell harder, and it dropped even colder. He felt like there was no escape from the freezing heat. The cold was frosting over his pained features, and it felt as if there was no escape.

[paws00001]

Username: paws00001
Kalon Name: Stitch
Kalon Gender: Male
Short story (100 min - 500 max words):

It was a windy, frosty evening in November. Stitch was walking home alone.
He felt lost, he was not used to being alone. He had an arguement with his parents, which resulted
in him storming out of the house on his own. As he walked down the street, he looked at the
shops on the opposite side of the road. There was a crafting shop, a vet and a tattoo shop.
Oh, how he longed to have a tattoo. He had always wanted one or two, but his mother and father were against it.
He shook his head. He wasn't listening to them anymore, after what they did.
When he was a young boy his father, took him into the city to buy a newspaper.
As they were passing the tattoo shop, the artist inside was giving a person a tattoo of a heart on his chest.
He smiled and waved at Stitch, and Stitch waved back. He told his father and showed him the photos at the front
of the shop of different tattoos the artist had created. As he was admiring their beauty, his father scolded him.
"Tattoos are horrible things;" he said harshly. "Only crazy people get tattoos." Stitch felt insulted,
but he never fought back to his father. His mother agreed and sent him to his room when he said he wanted one.
This memory was the last straw. He was getting one if they liked it or not. He walked into the store and seen the same
man he seen as a child. He asked for a heart tattoo, just like the one in his childhood. He also got a rose, just to remember
that lovely smell of roses in his home. As soon as he walked out of the shop, he felt happier. He felt free from harm. He happily walked home, his heart glowing as a skipped.

[Morta]

Username: + Dark Age +
Kalon Name: Jack HeartSmith
Kalon Gender: Male
Short story (100 min - 500 max words): Heartsmith is a kind soul. He spends his life mending broken hearts. He has never not fixed a broken heart. Even if it means giving some of his own. After all these years, he is no longer able to love. He had given parts of his heart to so many, that he was no longer able to love. He had long accepted that he would be alone. And then he found her. She too has a heart broken beyond repair. And so she helped him. Now, him an his friend Anik spend their lives mending broken hearts. And maybe, just maybe, they'll learn to love again one day.

[sillies]

Username:
Kalon Name:
Kalon Gender:
Short story (100 min - 500 max words):

Holy mark

[wishbone!]

aah I'll have to drop from this one ;A; good luck everyone! <:

[The Worst Username]

Ooh, short story competition? That's a sight for sore eyes; most Kalon competitions I see are for art.

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The Worst Username

Cisgender female

Elsie

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“Marie, love?” the weak utterance interrupts the paranoid silence of the night, already tainted with insomnia and weighed down by stress.

Marie says nothing back. She only murmurs something in her mother tongue—German—and paws at the covers. I toss onto my other side for the twenty-eighth time this night. I’ve been counting, just like some people count sheep when they have insomnia. Never worked for me, and I don’t think it ever will, but I’m just that cynical. Bright and optimistic Marie might think differently.

I shuffle across the sweaty bed, ticking of the clock and the dripping of the faucet downstairs filling my mind, and gently wrap a paw around Marie’s sleeping form. She murmurs something. Her chest slowly rises, and I manage to smile a bit. Even though it’s so dark that I can hardly see my paws and certainly can’t see Marie’s face, she is beautiful to me.

Again I try to fade into sleep, away from this dreary, grainy nighttime world. My indigo eyes—probably bloodshot after another sleepless night—roll across my dim vision towards the digital clock next to our bed; the glowing red numbers are probably the only things awake in this whole damn apartment building besides myself.

Without warning, anger sparks in me. I huff and pull my furry red form out of the bed and towards the window. I thrust it open with little effort—I like to think that I’m strong, especially for a lean girl like myself—and let the night breathe cool air onto my face for just a moment. I glare up at the crescent moon and shout. “I hate this, I hate this, I hate this! Why can’t I just sleep, for crying out loud?”

“What is it…Elsie? What’re you…doing up…” Marie’s words are slurred; she is still half-asleep. I immediately feel guilty.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up, I just can’t sleep! The publishers gave me a strict deadline and I don’t think I’ll be able to write my new book with just three months left,” my voice turns somber.

“Well—” Marie yawns, and I shuffle back towards the bed, “don’t worry too much. For now, why don’t you…I don’t know…draw something?”

I cock my head as I sidle up next to her. Marie gives me a sleepy kiss on the cheek and falls back into her pillow. I can soon hear her soft snores again as she pulls the blanket over herself.

Drawing . . . hmm. Well, I don’t know. I don’t really like to draw; everything turns out ugly, especially this late at night. But I think I have a better idea.

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I left the building with a note to Marie at 2:34 AM, and when I came back in the morning, two fresh tattoos sat proudly on my skin. I may not have sleep, but I have a heart and a rose forever engraved in my flesh!

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I think that's about 498 words. Good luck everyone, congratulations to the winner, and I hope you all have a great day!

[candystars.]

really love this bab but I don't think i could pull off their design rip </33 but good luck to all when judging starts tomorrow!!

[ps4 kid]

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[Anza]

bot sure whether this ended or not...
But good luck everyone! I love these types of contests as I can read everyone's forms <3
Good luck everyone!!!

[ps4 kid]

Good luck guys!

I just decided to go. \_(uvu)_/