Awesome Competitions! Write a Story; Win Some Pets!!

[DeMaizu]

I . . . . . . I don't know. Mmmmmaaaaaybe?

[anxious ghost]

Mark, might enter!

[Books•Are•Life]

I'm howling at the moon
But no one seems to care
I'm howling at the moon
I hope its still there

Because I saw the fire
The one burning bright
in the night sky

The one that consumed the moon
Stole the sun
Killed the stars
Destroyed the planets
The one that burned a hole in my heart

For my heart belongs up there
With the moon and stars
With the sun and planets

The moon has burned,
And I have too
The moon has gone,
And I have too
My heart died that day
The day when the sky caught fire.

[Woogwoo Wren]

Thought process after looking at this picture.
"Oh look, it's like Remnant's moon."
"It looks like it's made out of cheese."
"Is that a real picture?"
"That's a cool picture!"

Dunno what to write about it yet though.

[cheeryarver]

hello c:
i have two poems i'd like to enter!
they were both prompted by the moon, but i wasn't quite sure how much a part the moon had to play in them?
the second one only has a brief mention of it, so i hope that's okay!
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Little Owl
Little Owl sits wide awake
on her crooked tree branch perch,
watching the waxy moon
climb up to sit in the sky.
Her boulder-big eyes blink
once in a handful of moments;
she does not want to miss it
when the moon feels her eyes
tingling at the back of its head
and turns to meet her gaze,
reaches down a silver hand,
and invites her into the sky
forever.

---

Fine China
A porcelain girl lived on the moor,
her lonely skin cracked against the moss.
One day she fell and broke a dainty foot
clean off at the ankle.
She sat in the heath for weeks,
weeping for salvation;
but the moon fell in love with her tears
and waited until her face fell apart
to steal her heart away.

[Ranger of the North]

Awesome! Welcome along^^ c:
That's alright! Entries only need to be inspired by something in the image, and you don't need to directly mention much—I like creativity; they should be good!

(cos I try not to read things 'til all entries are in cx )

I /think/ you're the first person to enter more than once in the same category~!

[.Spaceman.]

ayy, so I finished my lil' blurb. This is actually a bit of a sneak peak at my Nano story, though this version is in first-person.
uhmmm yeah I guess that's it
I swear I am the Michael Bay of the writing world xD

Apprehension of Denial

Everything slurred around me, each movement a blur. Each scream a distant cry. Each gun shot a ringing echo.

The clouds above the forest blocked out the night sky and everyone was in almost complete darkness. I was beaten, bruised, and broken, and yet I refused stand down until I had gotten my target.

I could see her -a lithe silhouette with bright red hair- as she pointed a gun at another of my loved ones. Her back was facing me, and suddenly everything I was feeling was thrown out the window as instinct pushed me forward. I charged her, swinging a fist she narrowly evaded.

Both of us had our weapons raised and pointed at each other as I skidded to a stop. A glimpse of shock entered her greenish-blue stare, my matching eyes full of fury as I glared daggers at her. Neither she nor I would lower our guns, I knew. This was not something that could be settled with words.

A sudden silence took hold of the massacre as everyone around us seemingly froze. Each had their heads turned to the sky above us as a blood red glow filtered through the clouds, casting its light down upon us. When I looked back at the woman I had at gunpoint, she was wearing such a melancholy expression. My lower lip quivered.

It was in that brief moment that a thousand others lit up my mind.

In that single moment of peace, the woman before me really was my mother. She could have raised me and loved me and supported me. And I would have loved her back. In that moment, I did love her back. I wanted so desperately to be able to love her and forgive her and hold her in my arms. To put it all behind us, let it blow far past the tinted moon that screamed murder, the stars that glittered hatred, and the pitch black of space that hid only lies.

And then the light faded, and so did that moment. My mother was no longer my mother but the woman responsible for the deaths of over a thousand, almost all of which I'd known by name. The ruthless killer in front of did not get my mercy, and as her pensive look passed, I was once again prepared to do what needed to be done.

A shout sounded somewhere behind me. Everyone turned to look just in time as a small object was flung into the trees right beside me. It exploded upon impact and everything in our immediate surroundings burst into flames as red as the glowering moon that hid its face once again.

[anxious ghost]

Ok so, this isn't what I was hoping for, but here's my story entry!

She was running.

It was a quiet night. The only sounds were the leaves beneath her feet and the howling wind. But to her, the loudest sounds were her breathing and her own heart beat.
The harvest moon shone through the clouds above the trees, big and orange. It was a beautiful sight, but she didn't stop.

She kept running.

She was lost.

She came to a dead stop, panting. She heard something snap behind her. She whirled around. It was too dark to see anything. The girl backed up against a tree. After a few deep breaths, she strained her ears to listen for any sound. She heard crashing behind her.

She started running again.

She weaved through the trees, the sound getting closer.
There really was something else with her.
She fell. A shadow loomed over her. She screamed.

But suddenly, she woke up.

She glanced out her window to see the harvest moon. With a nervous chuckle and a muttered "Just a dream", she went back to sleep.

She never saw the shadow outside her window.

Edit: Second story entry! Again, not what I planned, and really short, but whatever.

A cough echoed through the prison. The cell bars were made of solid silver. It was cold, so cold, but there was no point in complaining. No one would care if a werewolf was cold. The cell's lone occupant huddled away from the door. He did his best to avoid the little bit of moonlight that lit his cell. Turning in here would surely be the end of him.
He coughed again. He'd get very little sleep on the night of the harvest moon.

Good luck to everyone!

[Ranger of the North]

Boop ^^ c:

[BucketORandomness]

So, I had this question, and I'm hoping you can answer it for me. I found a piece thing that I wrote a while back. It never went public, so no one's seen it yet. After a bit of finagling with it, I got something that matched the picture prompt. Would that be considered a green light for entry material, or would it not count? I was wondering because it reminded me of the prompt, I revised it a lot, but I wrote the main idea and a large body of the text before I even made an account here. Does it still count?