[Pharaoh]

How long until this beautiful contest ends?

[Saikiyo]

the 14th,

you have 4 days!

[Pharaoh]

Withdrawn because I feel that it stirred up too much drama, and I didn't want to win after such a squeal. If anyone wants to read the rest that I've got, or be set up to read the stuff that will come in the future based off it, please message me.

[Summer Story]

Tuseday august 13, at a pale tan mantion. were a young girl lives. Resantly lost her mother. She was tall and skinny. her name was Kalee. Kalee had black hair and light tan skin. "Todays my birthday todays my birth day,"a young girl named Iryss yelled. wich woke her parents up! Iryss looked like her mother."hey a packge came last night why don't you open it,"suggested her father he was tall and skiny had a gote and short brown hair."ok," she opend it. a 3in. clay egg with strange markings all over it on the top it semed to say kainith with what semmed to be blood surronding it. Another 3in. tall clay egg wright by it. Only this egg also had strange markings on it. At the top it seemed to say leaf with what semed to be mini sun beams on it. "Cool," Iryss said so she whent and put them in a glass chest. 3 month later 4:00 in the affternoon CREAK CRACK CREAK! " huh whats that," as she opend the chest she saw a 3in. tall Phonixs. and broken clay eggs
One female midnight black with blood droops all over it. The other green with yellow and white sunbeams"Quare qure," the spoke softly the black one semed to cry. "Phonixs in my room, thats so cool," Iryss yelled in her thoughts. "I shall name the black one death and the green life," Iryss whisperd. And thats how life and death was created
By: Iryss

[Shiko Hayashi]

I just wish the second paragraph wasn't so long. Anyway, here's my entry. Ending was rushed more than I wanted, because it wasn't going to fit your two-paragraph max.


His mind had been gone a long time ago. It wasn’t the kind of thing you found surprising in a man of such age and stature. Sure, he seemed like a decent fellow at first. At one point in his life, he’d been married with children. His intellect took over and as more creations came about, he struggled to find the perfect thing. A creature capable of speech, motion, and even its own thought. He dove deeper into insanity, abandoned by his family when hope was lost that he might ever return. Two sons and his wife, gone in the blink of an eye, and he didn’t even notice. He lived and breathed work, never stopping unless his body forced him to. So many times had he just fallen asleep mid-step during a project. The man’s age was catching up to him fast, and now his grey hairs were withering out of his very head. “This day,” he declared to himself, “will be the one.” He hadn’t said those words in so long, one couldn’t doubt it. He pulled out a master plan from so long ago, something that he had put away because it had been impossible to offer any result. That is, until this day, when his mind had so far gone it didn’t matter anyway. He tried everything to find parts for his creation, but it was an impossible feat. All had been used before in failed attempts. Anger quickly overtook him, and he began to bash about what he had already crafted, sending bits shattering upon impact of the floor.

That is, until he saw the birdcage. His wife had kept so many birds, and was such a sweet lady about it. He felt a surge of joy, and his work began. The birdcage was a sturdy midsection. Breaking off bits of metal from other robots, he smoothed the various shades of gold and began to bend them into curves. He bolted these together in an awkward fashion. The belly became the small, square birdcage, and he formed a back out of scrap parts bolted together in rough shades of copper and honey. The head was of a different make, having been an old shell skull before and needing only a few bolts around the neck to hold it in place. Ears were cut of leather over holes in the sides of the head. The creature’s face resembled that of an earless cat that had been smoothed and rounded. Its body was that of a just-below-medium dog. He gave it two fine eyes; both were a beady black, but the left one would light up a bright gold when the owner turned said light on. The front paws were similar to those of a feline, and the back paws were bigger and more canine. The legs were made of a mix of black wires, grey wires, and long metallic pieces. The front right leg even had a few green wires and a red wire. Down the back, like a visible spine, ran the cooling tube full of an odd bluish material that bubbled at random. Finally, he filled the hollow shell with a tangled mess of wiring and mechanics. Bolting on the final bit of metal where a tail should have been, but wasn’t, he looked at his creation and was proud. He tried everything to wake the creature, but it was all of no use. It lay dead and motionless on the table. Eventually he grew in anger again, and sent the precious creation flying across the room and into a corner. By chance, a corner with a faulty power outlet. A single spark was all it took. Anger and age play the villain here, though, and the man was dead on the floor within an hour. Heart attacks have never been kind. His wife and sons found him two days later when they brought him the usual week supply of food to keep him alive. As they took him away, a small creature went unnoticed hiding in the corner, its one eye lit up with chance life…

Holy......

Pharaoh..... I do so love your writing.... It's spectacular.

[Chara Dreemurr]

I just wish the second paragraph wasn't so long. Anyway, here's my entry. Ending was rushed more than I wanted, because it wasn't going to fit your two-paragraph max.


His mind had been gone a long time ago. It wasn’t the kind of thing you found surprising in a man of such age and stature. Sure, he seemed like a decent fellow at first. At one point in his life, he’d been married with children. His intellect took over and as more creations came about, he struggled to find the perfect thing. A creature capable of speech, motion, and even its own thought. He dove deeper into insanity, abandoned by his family when hope was lost that he might ever return. Two sons and his wife, gone in the blink of an eye, and he didn’t even notice. He lived and breathed work, never stopping unless his body forced him to. So many times had he just fallen asleep mid-step during a project. The man’s age was catching up to him fast, and now his grey hairs were withering out of his very head. “This day,” he declared to himself, “will be the one.” He hadn’t said those words in so long, one couldn’t doubt it. He pulled out a master plan from so long ago, something that he had put away because it had been impossible to offer any result. That is, until this day, when his mind had so far gone it didn’t matter anyway. He tried everything to find parts for his creation, but it was an impossible feat. All had been used before in failed attempts. Anger quickly overtook him, and he began to bash about what he had already crafted, sending bits shattering upon impact of the floor.

That is, until he saw the birdcage. His wife had kept so many birds, and was such a sweet lady about it. He felt a surge of joy, and his work began. The birdcage was a sturdy midsection. Breaking off bits of metal from other robots, he smoothed the various shades of gold and began to bend them into curves. He bolted these together in an awkward fashion. The belly became the small, square birdcage, and he formed a back out of scrap parts bolted together in rough shades of copper and honey. The head was of a different make, having been an old shell skull before and needing only a few bolts around the neck to hold it in place. Ears were cut of leather over holes in the sides of the head. The creature’s face resembled that of an earless cat that had been smoothed and rounded. Its body was that of a just-below-medium dog. He gave it two fine eyes; both were a beady black, but the left one would light up a bright gold when the owner turned said light on. The front paws were similar to those of a feline, and the back paws were bigger and more canine. The legs were made of a mix of black wires, grey wires, and long metallic pieces. The front right leg even had a few green wires and a red wire. Down the back, like a visible spine, ran the cooling tube full of an odd bluish material that bubbled at random. Finally, he filled the hollow shell with a tangled mess of wiring and mechanics. Bolting on the final bit of metal where a tail should have been, but wasn’t, he looked at his creation and was proud. He tried everything to wake the creature, but it was all of no use. It lay dead and motionless on the table. Eventually he grew in anger again, and sent the precious creation flying across the room and into a corner. By chance, a corner with a faulty power outlet. A single spark was all it took. Anger and age play the villain here, though, and the man was dead on the floor within an hour. Heart attacks have never been kind. His wife and sons found him two days later when they brought him the usual week supply of food to keep him alive. As they took him away, a small creature went unnoticed hiding in the corner, its one eye lit up with chance life…

I remember you and your writing powers... ;3

[Silverwing600]

Pharoah I worship your writing. honestly I don't think there is any doubt in terms of who is going to win.

[Summer Story]

hey that hert my feelings i've never wrote that much on the cumputer what i wrote

[.Apocalypse.]

Yes, but it needs proper grammar and punctuation. The majority of the sentences are just run on. I found it hard to read.

[Summer Story]

i'm just find it hard to type on a wii my parents are asleep. Sorry thats what i'm used to write like. Um so do you think i should edit?