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And now, ladies and gentlemen, the winner:
(~sparksel) with her entry Reflection
ReflectionThe leaves had just begun changing color, and the scent of rain and burning foliage hung in the air. All around there was a peculiar sense of foreboading, an oily feeling to the air that Lucia, normally calm and analytical, could not explain.
It felt like the trees were watching her.
But that was, of course, ridiculous. Lucia took a deep breath to calm her heart, pounding all too violently for such a serene setting, and continued weaving through the trees in the pathless forest.
Life just hadn't been the same after Wynelle had thrown herself in front of that car. Lucia understood why she had done it, of course: Wynelle was the forever compassionate and self-sacrificing one. She could have no more allowed that stranger to be killed than breathe water. It was something Lucia admired and envied in her, along with her boundless joy and enthusiasm.
Which is why it was so unutterably wrong for her to be lying so profoundly still in a room that smelled overpoweringly of chlorine bleach
The writing on this was fantastic. Very well thought out, the whole piece flows very nicely, has unity and a well defined start and end. I was impressed with her characterization of Lucia, I felt it was as accurate as a piece of this nature (having limited time and knowledge) could be. Actually, I think she may have made Lucia more real of a person than I might have. X3 I love the ending, and the whole thing has a very ethereal, supernatural feel, which really pushed this over the edge for winning since that was the target genre. Subtle, striking, and overall fantastic, I'm happy to award this entry first place.
CONGRATULATIONS ~sparksel!!! You get to host the next round of the #1-Hr-WRITING-Contest!!!
The runners up:
(~joelvfaria) with his entry 1 Hr WC
1 Hr WC - LuciaThe leaves had just begun changing color, and the scent of rain and burning foliage hung in the air. All around there was a peculiar smell of Autumn. Even the sun is starting to be fresh, instead that dry 9am hot from middle summer.
- We're late wynelle, we should be in class.
"I remember those days, the things we used to talk wynelle, I miss those words. I guess i was like that just to you to be the way you were. I miss you wynelle. I miss you since the moment you cross into that car."
- I miss you girl.
"The sky is grey wynelle, I need you to say to me that is still blue, it's the clouds that are grey."
- See? who do I supposed to talk now?
"You see? if there was a wynelle after death you were talking to me right now, just to prove i was wrong all the time. You were. You are you bastard, it's you that is wrong."
- Say it to me, SAY IT DAMN YOU, SAY I'M WRONG, DON'T YOU HEAR ME? IF THERE'S A TIME YOU TO PROVE THAT I'M WRONG THIS IS IT...
"I'm tired, i want you back. Fight l
If I could award a second place, this would get it. Perhaps to most writer's this might seem odd due the plethora of grammatical errors, but considering that English is not the man's native language and that this is the first piece of prose that he wrote in English, well, it's pretty darned impressive, and most positively better than I could do in any other language than my own. Aside from that, the concept, characterization, and emotion behind it is what makes this piece fantastic. The idea is so palpable and the characters so spot on that I instantly understood the message being sent despite some dubious word choice. Lucia asking Wynelle to prove her wrong, and calling her "her autumn angel"... that was so fantastic I almost cried. Inspiring, heartfelt, and a demolisher of language barriers, this is a priceless gift I will cherish always.
(*Nessarie) with her entry SIGHT
SIGHTThe leaves had just begun changing color, and the scent of rain and burning foliage hung in the air. All around there was a peculiar sense of calm, despite the strangeness of the situation.
Little, five-year-old Uriel could do nothing but stare at the being in front of him in utter shock. True, he had seen beings like this before, but never had they been so clear as it was now.
The others had been mere glimpses, disappearing quickly or seen out of the corner of his eye - figures that he could easily pass off as figments of his imagination.
This was as clear to him as the surrounding forest around him - once a favorite playground and now a living nightmare.
The being in front of him was a transparent, ethereal creature, hovering a mere few inches off of the ground, its features a perfect mix of angelic and demonic. Despite the calm he felt, there was another part of him that didn't know what to feel; this was not a normal situation, after all, and his confusion over
This was so cute. I absolutely loved reading about the childhood of one of my characters, it's an approach no one else took, and I wholly appreciate that. It was also very inspiring, I started to get so many ideas I could barely contain myself. X3 The concept is also very creative, and I liked that this was a little blurb of back story for Uriel, but that it still ties into the main story. Ness also hit the supernatural genre spot on, and that earned her brownie points as well. Short, sweet, and enticing, this is a flattering and fulfilling piece of fanwork. :3
(~poolwater) with her entry Frogmaster 9's Contest
Frogmaster 9's Contest The leaves had just begun changing color (from a light pink to a harshly bright blue), and the scent of rain and burning foliage hung in the air. All around there was a peculiar sensation of falling. Falling upwards, to be exact, right through the rain. If you've never been ill or delusional, you probably wouldn't understand my predicament. See, I knew I was in a coma...sometimes. Most of the time I was dreaming, wonderfully bright, mystical dreams that held my interest until a single thing would spring my memory, and I was wrenched from my beautiful dream. Things from around me that my senses picked up wormed their way into my dreams, and reminded me of the real world, the one I was not allowed back in yet. I would scream and scream for someone to help me, to break me out of this prison in my mind. No one ever did, and I slowly slipped back into my dreams. Then sometimes, I would see Lucia, which was odd.
What can I say about this? There were a few details that were off, but given the constraints and nature of the contest that is more than allowable. There were a lot of concepts in this that I really enjoyed, namely that Lucia will have to face the person driving the car that hit Wynelle at some point, that Lucia will have to help Uriel as one of her tasks, and also the idea of telling at least some of the tale from Wynelle's perspective, something I had not considered before. I was incredibly inspired and excited to read all these new ideas. Creative, illustrative, and inspiring, this piece was a joy to read!
(~ShadowKing15) with his entry Fireflies
Fireflies The leaves had just begun changing color, and the scent of rain and burning foliage hung in the air. All around there was a peculiar sense of lose, some thing missing.
The glade had burned.
Uriel stared at the destruction around him in awe. It had seemed so impossible, so unlikely. This was the one haven, the one place in the world could never affect.
And then someone had found it. Someone who should have been able to handle the truth about the glade, but couldnt. And so they decided, Hey, spontaneous combustion would be brilliant!
Uriel shook his head. This had been their place, no one elses; their metaphorical Terabithia. His and Lucias, and maybe even
This was fun to read. XD So dramatic, and I was instantly drawn in and wanting to read more. It has a very interesting concept and a creative, if not odd, interpretation of some of the elements of the story overall. I will admit that perhaps some of the characterization was a bit exaggerated, but I also recognize that he chose very emotional scenes without any calm to show the contrast of how the characters normally behave, which I could imagine would make them more difficult to portray accurately, not to mention, of course, the limitations of the contest. Overall this was a fun read, full of imagination, emotion, and skillful story telling. :3
THANKS SO MUCH TO EVERYONE WHO ENTERED, I LOVE YOU ALL!!!
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