{ inklings writing contests } NEW CONTEST

[Polar Kitten]

I think I have a prompt!
It is stormy outside and it is your best friend's birthday. You live far away from them, and due to the weather, you can't make it to their party. He/she expects you to be there, though...
Does this seem like a good idea? Maybe we can do it after the Halloween one. :)

[i quit.]

Posting to join this thing.

[watermelon.]

Hey hey
remodeling is happening

[Megaguirus]

Uh, so, where do I post my entry for the contest? Here, perhaps?

[watermelon.]

Uh, so, where do I post my entry for the contest? Here, perhaps?

yeah just post it here

[Megaguirus]

Uh, so, where do I post my entry for the contest? Here, perhaps?

yeah just post it here

Cool, thankies.

It shall be edited into my previous post then.

[Aliria]

What can the characters be from? Do they have to be from the real world? Can they be from the world of something you're writing? Can they be from some fandom?

[watermelon.]

What can the characters be from? Do they have to be from the real world? Can they be from the world of something you're writing? Can they be from some fandom?

They can be from anything, hence the idea of them being unique.

[connoisseur]

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I bit my nail, glancing around the room nervously. Chewing my fingernails is a big habit of mine; especially in a crowded room. But it's even worse. I have to give a speech in front of many, many, people. Believe me, I had tried my best to get out of it. I kept insisting that I didn't need to, and I didn't want to; but no, I have to whether I'd like to or not. Which I believe is totally against my free will, but they had told me my grades would go down. People started to gather in the room, taking their seats and yawning. I quickly darted out of the room, and into the ladies bathroom. Standing in front of the sink, I splashed cold water on my face, trying to calm down. I placed my hands on both sides of the sink, and looked into the mirror. Green and grey eyes stared back at me, curiously. Black hair poured down it's shoulders, with some sweeping across it's forehead. She was wearing a grey flannel, with skinny jeans. She was me. I was the one who had always blended in, or more ignored than noticed. If you would closer, I also had freckles, which I considered more of a flaw. Along with my dimples, I find it rather annoying than cute. Sighing, I ran a hand through my hair trying to calm down.
xx I looked into my reflection's eyes. There is a reason behind why I'm giving a 'speech.' A rather great reason, most people would be proud. Why am I not feeling proud? Am I being selfish? There has to be a reason. A reason. All I need is a reason why I'm not willing to give this speech. If I find the reason, I should bypass it and lose the fear of stage fright. How come I'm not normal? Or is it normal to be having a crisis before presenting? I let out a heavy sigh.
xxxx "Hello, is Ace in here?" a voice called through the door. My head snapped to the door, meeting a short male around my age. I pointed to myself, nodding my head. I can't even handle regular conversation. How do they expect me to give a speech? The male stared at me, quite nervously just as I was. "Well, um. They - I mean the teacher - wants you to uh, present the, poem?" He tried to tell me, but came out more like a question. I gulped, and wiped my hands on my pants, even though my hand's weren't wet. The male held the door open, and I stepped out, shaking ferociously. Oh, no. I'm going to have a panic attack right before the speech. I started to hyperventilate, and I started to cry. Too much stress, too much pressure, too much, too much. Too much for me. Tears streaming past my face, I forgot the male was still there until he spoke. Um, are you okay?" he asked, rubbing the back of his neck. I shook my head, and his eyes flooded with pity. I hate pity, I hate it all. He paused, walked into the bathroom, and came back with wet towels. Before realizing it, he was wiping my face clean. I looked at him with a confused face, but his face only mirrored mine. Confused. "It's okay." he told me. I gulped hard. The male embraced me, wrapping his arms around mine, into a simple hug. It wasn't simple for me. Instantly my hyperventilating had stopped, and I stood shocked in his arms. Slowly, I wrapped my arms around his, quite confused about what to do. When my breathing had regulated, he let go and gave me a worried face.
xxxxx "Listen - I know that reading a poem in front of the school is hard. Extremely hard. Trust me, I know how you feel," he spoke softly, "But. You're never going to get it over with if you never do it. You'll never be able to feel what it's like to feel when reading it. Or what it would be like after." I thought about this. If I read it, I could be able to feel what it's like to be confident, proud, and relieved. That must be the reason. A reason. I have a reason.
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I stood in front of the crowd, and the chattering had quieted. My heart beated loudly, and I was surprised nobody heard it. I heard whispering. "Is that Alice?" I heard a voice whisper to somebody else. I put on a shy smile and spoke, "It's Ace, not Alice."

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hey!! i decided to enter, since i've never really entered in one of these contests. i dunno know if this is enough to describe somebody, but i think it's okay. ace is a very shy and anxiety filled person, and usually looks on the cons of things before the pros. she has low self confidence, and may be a bit grumpy around people. although, she has a very complex way of thinking, her mind seems as if it's wires rather than a brain. in this short story, she's been told she has to give a speech of her poem she had written. ace takes poetry class, and finds it enjoying; her way of escaping her anxiety and letting her write her mind. with a bit of help and kind worse, ace's day and confidence boosts highly.

hopefully there isn't any mistakes, but i'll be looking it over. [ if there's any mistakes, please pm me if i dont notice! ]

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[watermelon.]

beautiful entry, tumble
I love it
I"ll love them all