Calling all writers! I decided to host a contest for talented writers. The idea is each week there will be a theme, prompt or task and you must create a composition relating to the challenge.
You will have roughly a week to complete your creative works and then the audience will vote for their favourites. I will also be judging you out of 10. Their will be no eliminations, the winner is determined by the amount of points you rack up at the end.
Audition
Here is your entry task.
Write a 300-400 word narrative inspired by one of these visual prompts.
Good luck to everyone who has a go! Message me your submission and I will go over them. You can use a document or write it in the message, I don't mind. Remember the more original and creative the better!
Due by; Friday the 19th of October at 11:59pm EST.
Techniques and devices
Remember to use literary devices to help with your writing and show do not tell.
Metaphors The lines on my forehead were illustrated embarrassment.
Similes Her eyes were as blue as the ink in my pen.
Alliteration The furrow followed free.
Assonance / Consonance We’ll wait till May when the shade blocks the sun’s rays.
Personification I heard the last piece of cake calling my name.
Allusion Chocolate was her Achilles' heel.
Syntax, Diction, Flashback, Anecdote, Foreshadowing, etc.
Questions
How many people can participate?
I'm not sure as I don't even know how much interest this will get. I'd like at least 10 and maybe maximum would be 15? Maybe 20 but I don't think this will get 20 peoples interest.
Is this more of a popularity contest?
Since I'm scoring out of 10 not necessarily and viewers will get a few picks to give out votes. If people are worried that's what this competition will become I can make entries anonymous but after a couple of rounds it may be apparent as to which entry is what person.
Aww , get your towels ready it's about to go down (shorty, yeah) Everybody in the place hit the deck (shorty, yeah) But stay on your toes We running this, let's go
I'm on a boat (I'm on a boat) I'm on a boat (I'm on a boat) Everybody look at me 'cause I'm sailing on a boat (sailing on a boat) I'm on a boat (I'm on a boat) I'm on a boat Take a good hard look at the boat (boat, yeah)
I'm on a boat take a look at me Straight flowing on a boat on the deep blue sea Busting five knots, wind whipping out my coat You can't stop me cause I'm on a boat
Take a picture, trick (trick) I'm on a boat, () We drinking Santana champ, Cause it's so crisp (crisp) I got my swim trunks And my flippie-floppies I'm flipping burgers, you at Kinko's Straight flipping copies
I'm riding on a dolphin, doing flips and The dolphin's splashing, getting everybody all wet But this ain't Seaworld, this is real as it gets I'm on a boat, , don't you ever forget
I'm on a boat and It's going fast and I got a nautical themed pashmina afghan I'm the king of the world On a boat like Leo If you on the shore, then you sure not me-oh Get the up, this boat is REAL!
land, I'm on a boat, () trees, I climb buoys, () I'm on the deck with my boys, (yeah) This boat engine make noise,
Hey ma, if you could see me now (see me now) Arms spread wide on the starboard bow (starboard bow) Gonna fly this boat to the moon somehow (moon somehow) Like Kevin Garnett, anything is possible
Yeah, never thought I'd be on a boat(let's go) It's a big blue watery road (yeah) Poseidon Look at me, oh (all hands on deck)
Never thought I'd see the day When a big boat coming my way Believe me when I say I a mermaid
I'm on a boat I'm on a boat Everybody look at me 'cause I'm sailing on a boat (woaah) I'm on a boat I'm on a boat Take a good hard look at the mothafuckin' boat (sha-sha-shorty, shorty, yeah)
only an amateur needs all those words for a compelling story.
I'll do first picture.
I am leaning against this wall, leaning against the world. I have atrial fibrillation. I take amiodarone. I have to have my eyes checked yearly because of this as well as some lab work every few months. Funky heart.
I brought down the brick with a sickening thud. His arm fired off a single burst of blue energy. And I brought the brick down, again, and again. Until I was sure he wasn’t moving.
I stared at what I’d done. There was a crack in his skull, and mixture of blood, and some blue plasma leaked out.
“Momma.” I whispered. “ I think I just killed a man.”
I felt a sick, hollow feeling, in the pit of my stomach, and I turned away.
“G-GHOST!” cried the girl, and flames erupted into the sky. Blazing bright white and setting my clothes ablaze.
I screamed and immediately began rolling on the floor frantically putting out the flames. I ripped off my sweater gasping, and the fires, in the ally died down.
Silence, and darkness reigned.
Snow began to fall, and the cool air whispered around my burns.
The girl had fainted, and lay slumped against the wall. The corpse of the man was almost completely metal excluding his head and glowed softly melting snowflakes.
“Ghost huh?”
I walked over completely visible. Being set on fire had caused me to release my invisibility.
I tapped her on the arm. “Hey, wake up.”
I lifted her to her feet. (This is going to suck) I thought.
Then draped her across my shoulder. My skin cracking, and winching as her hands dragged along my back.
I don’t know what she was doing in this part of town, be we couldn’t stay here, and with that.
“O-O-Ok I-I’ll give them to you, j-j-ust let me go.” She quavered. Her eye’s wide, tears running down her face.
I looked around for anything useful, and spotted a brick.
She pulled off her necklace, while the wall of fire roared.
I scooped up the brick and crept forward swiftly.
“Why don’t you lower the flames, before you throw it.” the hooded man said.
“J-Just take it.” She said, as she threw the necklace through the wall of fire. It glowed blue for a second and slid along the floor to the hooded mans metallic feet.
I hope his heads not metal. I thought as I raised the brick.
Her eyes widened as she saw the brick floating behind him.
“A- A- Ah.” She stammered staring past the hooded man.
“Very clever” The hooded figure chuckled. “ I know there’s no one behind me. Now lower the wall.”
I stood, against the wall. The cool brick pressing into my back.
Thoughts, whirling through my head.
Earlier that day, my mother threw me out of the house, and so here I stood. Outside, with no home to return to and no place to go to.
It was my fault really.
I got in a fight with my brother, and he had to go to the hospital.
I don’t even remember what it was about anymore. Just another stupid fight. Like most fights are. But it was hard for him to hit me, When I could turn invisible.
But it wasn’t completely unfair. My brother’s ability was phase shift, he could temporarily become immaterial. Walk through walls and such.
I shook my head, and released my invisibility. I felt exhausted, like I had swam a lap around the pool. What was I going to do now?
I’d just turned 16, I guess the meant I was able to legally work now. I had to find a job.
I pulled myself off the wall, and began to walk.
As I walked along I noticed how dark it’d become, winter I sighed. The days are so short, in winter. I heard a cry, in an alley to my left, and laughter.
I stiffened. What was that?
I slid into invisibility and crept forward, there was a hooded figure with a gun built into his arm, brandishing it at a girl!
“Give me the necklace, doll.” He drawled.
The girl had placed a wall of fire between her, and the hooded man, and cowered against the side of the alley.
I once drank a whole gallon of milk in a day and I could feel my bones expand. At first I thought I was just full from the milk, but my skin started to form stretch marks and I was visibly wider. I didn't know what was happening but I had an uncontrollable urge to drink more milk. I drove into the nearest gas station and literally ripped the door off the rifrigerated section containing the milk.
I started chugging gallon after gallon of milk standing right there in the store, my skin ripping at the seams. The cashier ran over to stop me but I swatted him aside and in one clean blow he landed across the room, shattering every bone in his pathetic meat suit. There was nothing left of him but a wet bloody puddle deprived of structure. I never thought I had it in me to kill but by now I had ascended beyond petty morality.
As I finished my eighth gallon it felt as though my stomach would rupture. My ribs broke out of my chest like a baby xxenomorph. My finger bones had grown through my hands a white nub could be seen protruding from my nose. My face was so stretched over my now massive skull I looked like Jenny McCarthy. My biceps and muscles were hard and calcified. My boner now had a bone.
I finished my twelfth gallon and began screaming and flexing, my skin tearing around my robust skeletal frame. With one final push I shed my meat chrysalis. I was free.
I didn't even use the door I simply walked out the wall of the gas station. Mortar and stone yielded to my mighty calcium. The cops were already there. In terror they began firing at me but even lead is no match for calcium. I walked straight toward one, reached down his throat and pulled his skeleton from his flesh sheath. With his bone I assembled a mighty claymore sword. With a single swing I cleaved the Earth in twain and descended into the inky black. Here I wait until the time I'm called into service for the great skellington war.
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We got settled and watched the horizon slowly fade away behind us. At dinner we ate pork belly and drank bourbon, for dessert a tiramisu adorned with coffee beans and caramelised peanuts. When it was dark, and the stars lit up the sky uninhibited by the loudness of civilisation, me and Lara peered up towards the universe and found all our fears dispelled. Mister Avery skipped around tending to his guests, telling them stories of wild adventures in foreign lands and cracking jokes; while me and Lara sat around enjoying the scenery and holding one another close. Finally, Mister Avery walked towards us and appeared to consider his words thoughtfully: “Isn’t it marvellous? The world in which we live and breathe and sing and dance.” Me and Lara paused a moment before responding. After a brief silence, I replied, “It’s a lovely sky, tonight. No clouds, just us and the universe.” Mister Avery lent against the side of the boat and stood there a moment in peaceful quiet, as if profoundly taken aback by what he was witnessing. “There’s a great emotional… weight… that quiet contemplation of the night sky can bring a man my age. As if a reminder that, for all the light our lives can bring, we all must soon too, fade into darkness.” Being careful not to tread on his genuine sentiments, I softly replied; “sometimes nature reminds us of our mortality in strange and unforeseeable ways.” I saw Mister Avery’s grey chin move slightly to the side, as if he were about to speak, but instead he held his breath and nudged his gaze back towards the night. And there he remained standing, even after all his guests had retreated to their chambers. It was a shock, then, to discover in the morning Mister Avery lying, head towards the sun, in a pool of his own blood.
Lara pinched my side, laughing- “look at the sunset!” But before I had time to take it all in, the yacht horn beckoned us inwards. On the deck Mister Avery stood portside- fingers adorned and glistening in the twilight with gold jewellery- looking ominously towards the Pacific. When we had ascended the stairs and finally made it to our rooms, Lara reminded me that there was nothing to be worried about and that Mister Avery was an odd but respectable gentleman of well repute; that despite the weirdness of his dialect, the obscurity of his idioms, and the wild hand gestures he often made, we were in good company and ought to give him full respect for offering us a place on his boat.
prince kyle was destined to becom the greatest sorceror warrior the land of balgorath would ever kno. he was 16 years old and very hansome witha big d1k. the goblins were atacking castle bilgoth. kyle would have tto destroy them.
"algohra!!!" kyle casted his magic iceball spell. ice was forbidden dark magic. the great wizards would not be happy with kyle. but kyle didnt care. he wa s a renegade. the goblins froze and were very upset. they would get revenge on kyle but not until 2 books from now.
"clickflick i mean kyle u are so handsome and amazing." said my hot4ss girlfriend princess. "i know baby. i will protecc u." i said back. she had some big knockers. things got steamy from there and we started banging while the frozen goblins watched in jealousy.
"thats right u pathetic goblin cucks" i told them. goblins killed kyle's father and he vowed to make them feel inferior sexually. it was easy because im 9 inches.
later, kyle would get in trouble with the council of wizards. they were no t happy with his use of ice magic. the head wizard, stephen, asked kyle a question
"you are not allowd to use ice magic" he said
"yeah but im a prodigy wizard and the prophecy says im going to defeat the goblin menace and have the largest genitals"
the wizards thought this over.
"ok kyle we will let u off this time. but dont use ice magic again its for pussies and its forbidden.""
"okay" kyle ansered.
meanwhile the goblins were scheming. blungo, the king of the goblins was king because he had the largest dink (3 inches).
"we must get revenge on kyle by killing his hot girlfrend." said the goblin king
"but how" asked the rest of the goblins
"we will use magic even more forbidden than ice magic" said the goblin king and the goblins gasped
"you cant posibly mean weed magic" the goblins had only heard legends of weed magic in the goblin prophecies
prince kyle was destined to become the greatest sorceror warrior the land of balgorath would ever kno. he was 16 years old and very handsome witha big . the goblins were attacking castle bilgoth. kyle would have tto destroy them.
"algohra!!!" kyle casted his magic iceball spell. ice was forbidden dark magic. the great wizards would not be happy with kyle. but kyle didnt care. he wa s a renegade. the goblins froze and were very upset. they would get revenge on kyle but not until 2 books from now.
"clickflick i mean kyle u are so handsome and amazing." said my hot girlfriend princess. "i know baby. i will protecc u." i said back. she had some big knockers. things got steamy from there and we started banging while the frozen goblins watched in jealousy.
"thats right u pathetic goblin cucks" i told them. goblins killed kyle's father and he vowed to make them feel inferior sexually. it was easy because im 9 inches.
later, kyle would get in trouble with the council of wizards. they were no t happy with his use of ice magic. the head wizard, stephen, asked kyle a question
"you are not allowd to use ice magic" he said
"yeah but im a prodigy wizard and the prophecy says im going to defeat the goblin menace and have the largest genitals"
the wizards thought this over.
"ok kyle we will let u off this time. but dont use ice magic again its for pussies and its forbidden.""
"okay" kyle ansered.
meanwhile the goblins were scheming. blungo, the king of the goblins was king because he had the largest dink (3 inches).
"we must get revenge on kyle by killing his hot girlfrend." said the goblin king
"but how" asked the rest of the goblins
"we will use magic even more forbidden than ice magic" said the goblin king and the goblins gasped
"you cant posibly mean weed magic" the goblins had only heard legends of weed magic in the goblin prophecies
I saw everything with eyes open, no words spoken. I had seen it all, whether it was my mind, my eyes, or a movie. I knew what was to become, and it mortally froze me to know what madness pit of quicksand our human race was to inevitably plunge into, but never return from.
A wide-eyed girl of no more than seven years runs into my hidden alley, looks to me and screams, “Daddy, who is this?”, to which I hear a masculine voice some 50 feet away reply, “Come on Sally, I gotta go to my business meeting soon. Also, you know we don’t talk to strangers like 'Crackhead Dave' over here.” I take one last puff and then exhale yet another bit of my soul away.
They believe me to be some addict who pleasures himself by standing next to a stone wall and smoking. In this day and age, nobody bothers yet to ask me who I am, what I do, or what I have done. They disregard the basics to continue with business for which they have no passion, and with feelings containing no emotions. They stand or walk by, without thinking a thing.
Beyond what science can prove, or what logic can bring, I have witnessed most of this world’s destruction. I have seen the inauspicious future, a war between two evenly matched sides, only separated by their identification, characterized by slight change in policy. It actually disgusted me to see what is to become of those people who claim to be on either side, and it silenced me forevermore.
I have lived this moment already, and seen the evolution of a hundred years take away the progress of several thousand years of evolution. People drove themselves to wit’s end, and it was absolutely ludicrous, every single bit of it.
These “red regiments”, these “blue brigades”, and these charades playing with a lack of human sympathy, in a society where one isn’t judged by anything other than which word they prefer to use and abide by. These signs and propagandas with no texture and no thought but only the spark of the mind’s ability to see itself as useful turns, runs, and corrupts itself with its addiction for success. Those which I have no preference or no beliefs, but to which I only believe in a fair intermediate.
Talented Writers Contest
