[dzo]

Possible res?

Possible prompts:
1. One cyborg rebellion can change your life, two however . . .
2. I was disturbingly sure he was sighing.
3. It was an awful asylum, and you know what that means.
4. The universe was bleeding, which everyone expected.
5. You can murder a mass murder.
6. Call me Ava.

Ideas:
Ava and some other viscet meet during the apocalypse?
Wary with each other at first but soon fall in love??

[Galaxy~Nova]

Prompts Used; (At least 3)
Such a interesting age, this age of bleeding.
Chloe, a person of disbelief and beauty, the darkness in my life.
This century, this time of obsessed faith.


Story; (minimum of 300 words, unlimited total)
I used to be perfect; the town's golden boy. The mothers would whisper to their young viscets to sit up straighter as I walked by, or wave hello. All the senior viscets would fawn over me when I visited them. I lived in a small secluded town, the type of place where everyone knows each other, like family. It was in the middle of the forest, and seemed quite quaint to any passerby. It was a perfect place, where everyone was delightful. These viscets based their whole lives around their religion. To what meets the eye, the town seemed quite normal. Viscets gathered to worship their god, they wished wellness on those around them , and they celebrated holidays praising their god. I grew up in a small two child family who focused solely on our worship; the prime example of a perfect family. My parents took me and my sister to the weekly worship in the temple, we helped those not as fortunate as ourselves, and we always put our town's needs before ours. There was no wonder why I was the shining star in this town.
Any passerby could wander into this little wonder of a town, and walk out knowing the ins and outs of our little lifestyle. Ask anyone about our religion and they would be beyond pleased to tell you. However, there is one thing our town likes to keep a little secret. Once every 5 years, there was a drawing; The Bleeding. Two young viscets , a boy and girl, would be randomly selected to perform a sacrifice to the god. The ritual itself was quite brutal. They would be drained of their blood, which was said to purify the whole city. At the time, I thought this completely normal. In fact, I considered being selected quite honorable. I knew this would never happen though, because the lower classed families were more likely to be chosen. Our saints said that if a low classed child was selected, their family would move up in religious rank. As our family was utterly perfect in the eyes of most, I knew there was no chance for me. I must admit, this procedure seemed completely normal to me at the time.
Anyways, it was my normal cheerful day. I walked my routinely pathway to the market, to pick up fresh bread for breakfast. Everyone was hustling around, decorating for The Bleeding which was right around the corner. Families hustled around like ants after their mound was destroyed. They each stopped to say hello and blessed my day. Everyone displayed their religion like a proud mother. No one wanted to be at the bottom of the religious social circle, for although no one would admit it, no parent wanted their young viscet sacrificed. Without a doubt, it was my town's busiest time of year.
Every residence shone, for the viscets had adorned their homes with bright red lights. All except one. At the end of the street, overlooking a small river was a dark twisted house. The windows were barred up, and clearly whoever was inside didn't want people to disturb them. The house was bland too. The curtains drooped lifelessly and there was no indication of any personal belongings from what you could see. It was almost as if the viscet didn't want any one else to know about them.
But, everyone did. Her name was Chloe. She was around my age. She never came out of her house. She was an unbeliever. I had never seen her before. She lived alone. Her parents had died when she was two. Her caretakers left as soon as she was able to take care of herself. The facts were pretty simple. She was a nobody.
I always listened to my parents. I mean, I was a literal angel. The sweetest, everyone would say. So, I don't know why I disobeyed them today. Stay away from that house, my parents would always say. But, something about that place just seemed to draw me to it. Just like a moth to a flame, I drifted. I ignored the countless looks as I got closer to the home. I was on the doorstep when I realized what I was about to do. I saw the curtain flutter, and I lost my confidence, and darted home.

Later that Night

Mom, I think I'm going to bring Chloe some blood rush flowers. They were the brightest red flowers in our village, and were the centerpiece of every table during The Bleeding. I knew that Chloe wouldn't appreciate them, but it would be the only way for my parents to let me go. I also felt that if I had a specific purpose, I wouldn't chicken out like last time.
Excuse me, what? my mother almost shrieked. I swear her jaw almost touched the ground.
It would take almost all night to convince my parents, and I think I was just as surprised as them as to why I was so stubborn about visiting this viscet.
The next day I woke up early in the morning and set off to her house with the bouquet in my mouth. It seemed like no time when I was back in the exact same pawsteps as I was yesterday. The stairs creaked loudly as I walked up. I glanced around. It would be so embarrassing for my neighbors to see me right now. I approached the door, before realizing; by coming so early, Chloe would most likely be asleep. I shook my head, for I had not come all the way hear to just head home. Plus, the flowers, which were quite expensive, would most definitely wilt like a brand new wick set ablaze. I took a deep breath WIP

Extra's; (Unlimted art, up to 2 writing of 200 words each)

[QueenAxolotl]

Username;NurseGlowButt
Name; Sparen
Gender; male
Prompts Used; (At least 3)
1- I will be the moral master of wisdom and the benevolent spouse of war.
2. Long ago I was dying
3. He will be my worst enemy and my constant companion.

Story;
Chapter 1

It seemed like it was only just yesterday that I was with my mate watching the snowflakes fall down, spiraling down in a graceful dance of winter glee, landing on her cute, pink nose, melting at her warm touch. The sound of her precious giggle rang through the air like an angelic bell. The smile that was once on my tired muzzled softly frowned, knowing that I won't be able to hear her sweet laugh for much longer. I decided to not let it get to me, only knowing that my secret will be in the air if she noticed the somber expression I wore.
It was only the first of December, only half a month ago since I was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. It wasn’t caught soon enough, and the doctor only gave me till Christmas to tell my family, well, my wife since she was the only family that I had left, that I was dying. I couldn’t tell her such awful news, it would destroy her. I felt hot tears well up in my eyes, which I promptly wiped away, then put my usual big, goofy grin on my face and shook my head. I can’t let such grim thoughts plague my mind while I was out here with her.
I sighed as I sat down and watched her play among her students in the snow, acting as if she was the same age as them. I chuckled quietly to myself, watching her in the middle of what’s turning out to become an all out snowball war. I used to be able to play with them, especially after I had got done reading one of the many stories that I had wrote to them. We would play out the characters from my books, and the games only got even more fun as the seasons changed to winter, since I loved winter so much that it was the primary season of a good chunk of my books that I could appropriately read out loud to the school children.
I smiled at the fond memories, but it was quickly squashed when one of the smaller visclings, Truffles was her name, asked if I could play with them. I had to politely declined, frowning at the disappointed look at the sweet runt. It’s been getting worse. The fatigue from the cancer made it to the point where I could no longer play with the school children whenever I visited them once a week. There were some times where I wouldn’t show up at all, too tired to even show up to bring the children a book for me to read out loud for them.
My wife had hardly noticed the sudden change in atmosphere at the tree where I would sit and read some more with the more literary motivated students or write down some ideas that they gave me for a story that they would like to read from me. She was too deep into the little game that she was playing with her students, not even to realize that recess was going to end soon.

I had closed my eyes for a bit, resting to the sounds of the little robins that tweeted above my head. I smiled as remembered when I first the she-cet that I would end up spending the rest of my somewhat short life.

Extra's; (Unlimted art, up to 2 writing of 200 words each)

[cyberdragon725]

I never gave the end date, whoops. This will be closing on the 10th.

Extensions will be available upon request within 3 days of the contests end. Good luck everyone!

[mellow yellow.]

hmmm I may just return for this lil bab


POV - Sariel watching over angel
She will be always a benevolent girl, and only I knew that
I was very sure she was waking
It will be a time of wisdom, a time of fear, an age of beauty, an age of poverty.

POV - Angel Sariel watches over
It will be the season of peace, the season of fear, the season I knew the meaning of faith
Many people mostly believe I survived the war among the gods by hiding my home, or that's what everyone thought
The dragons were behind that dragon attack - but not the other three

Shared POV
It will be a strange time, a time of justice, a time of hate
It was time to fight madness



possibly
I am a lady - in time you will hate me.
You can fight a war among kingdoms - he told me how

[cyberdragon725]

I'll be extending this kid through tomorrow so you have until 1-13-2018 At 11;59 pm to complete your forms. No further extensions will be given after this time. Good luck!

[cyberdragon725]

Im a tad bit late at doing this, but this comp is officially closed! I'll be judging this a bit later this week!

[Abraxis]

good luck everyone!

[cyberdragon725]

Gonna make this quick but the winner is howlingtothestars! Congrats! XD

And I'd like to offer and RU to Abraxis! Your story was really interesting! PM me with a type of cookie aside from sugar, if you'd like to claim them. Off not, feel free to turn it in for stubs!

And finally 1 stub for Galaxy~Nova and NurseGlowButt! Thank you guys for entering!

Congrats to all our winners and thank you for entering!

[Hail.]

Ah! Thank you so much Cyber, and congratulations to Abraxis, Galaxy-Nova, and NurseGlowButt, too ^u^

Could I be added?