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ArchimedesWhiteThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. posted this thread...
Nov. 22, 2011 at 10:48 am

I've been writing a story about the seven sins, and so far it's turning out good. So I've decided to share the sins with all the inkies i can!

Each month i will give a prompt revolving around a sin, and you will have a respectable amount of time (The entire month) to complete a story that revolves around that sin. At the end of the month, i will tell you who got first, second, and third place. Then i will tell you the new prompt for the next month. And after seven months, i will post a special mystery prompt...

Now- rules:

-For the lust prompt, nothing explicit. Something revolving around love, or if you must, skip the bad parts with something like, "The next day..."
-For the wrath prompt, try not to be too bloody and gory... I don't wanna get sued for scarring a child for life from that writing assignment.
-Please, nothing already posted. Writing original work always helps everyone to evolve into a better writer.  

And finally, because this month is nearly over, the following prompt is going to be over on December 31st.  

Prompt: Pride. The first of the seven. Your writing prompt is to write something about pride being someones downfall. Whether it is the good guy, or the villain, it doesn't matter. As long as the character is defeated because of their own pride, i will accept it.

Prizes:
1st- Read one novel (or two articles)
2nd- Read one novel and two articles
3rd- Read two novels and two articles
Special mentions(3)- Read one article

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Signed_DK replied...
Nov. 22, 2011 at 5:36 pm

Josh looked out at the multitude of people. They were all there to support him! After the government had sent him to Somolia to lead their troops on a full scale invasion of the diseased country, he had been the soul survivor of the war.

 

' And now Commander Josh Huston.' Josh snapped his head up to look at the president. He had just said his name! This was an honor by all means.

 

Josh got up, walking to the microphone he wiped his hands on his pants, drying the sweat off his palms.

'Citizens of Frocintine, I cannot tell you how proud I-' Josh stopped. He looked around the audience, noticing the sign that was spreading around the crowd. Many of them had their ring finger forward, touching their thumb. A sign of pure disrespect, a sign of casting out.

 

Whispers were spreading around the crowd. Josh looked behind him, the president was on his feet. 'Who is responsible for this!' he shouted, 'All of you know that sign was banned decades ago! Who is responisble!'

 

A young woman stepped forward out of the crowd, her face brave and defiant. 'I am!' she yelled, 'I have started this rebellion. All of you who sit up on that stand are cowards! You sit up there thinking that you rule the world when we stand down here fighting the problems you create!' Josh couldn't believe was he was hearing. This woman thought that she could face the government in the eye and tell them what to do! he simply chuckled.

 

The woman continued. 'You cared nothing for the Somolians. You care for only keeping your fat selves healthy!

'We could have saved the people of Somolia, we had a working vaccine ready to go, but for some reason the vaccine disappered. And the Military stepped in before we could create more!' Many of the crowd were shaking their heads. Josh couldn't belive it, this woman had just slapped the government in the face! Not only that but she had tried to save those sick, diseased people. It disgusted him!

 

The crowd was in a frenzy. They were becoming a mob that would kill them if they didn't get somewhere safe. He heard a gun go off, a bullet blowing by his head. Josh managed to see the woman through the carnage that was starting, he could see her mouth moving and picked out her last words before she was pulled into the crowd by people acting as her guard. Your Pride is Your Downfall.

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AnimaCordis replied...
Dec. 5, 2011 at 11:02 am

 

Made this up on the spot, hope you like it! XD

 

"You know you have done wrong! You know it!" Anita almost growls, her dark eyes glinting with anger. "Don't just stand there smiling. Apologize!" There is a long pause. "Apologize or I'll never speak to you again, I won't write, I won't even look at you. Swallow your pride and apologize for what you know is wrong!" She glares up at me for a moment. 

 

"Goodbye Jeremy." She mutters. 

 

Anita stalks off, her brown curls bobbing as she storms away. The diamond pins glitter in the lamp light, her heels click and her dress sweeps around her legs. 

 

"You, are an idiot." Drake from the computer next to me, I forgot I was Skyping him. 

 

"She'll be back." I say with a smile. 

 

"No she won't, not this time. You've blown it." Drake says, he sounds pretty happy about it. "I'm glad I'm not as proud as you are, I have a chance with women, unlike you. They all like your face, then once they get to know you, then they can't stop running from you." 

 

"I'm not proud." I mutter. Drake's bluntness irritates me beyond anything else. He steps next to me and takes a long drag on his cigarette. "You try anything with her and I'll kill you." He laughs his sarcastic, musical laugh. 

 

"She's not yours to be jealous over any more." Drake says, grinning at me. It's then I notice I love her. I run out after her. "She's gone Jeremy! She's gone!" Drake's voice pursues me as I run. 

I push the crowds away, their voices of protest are just wordless notes to me. I search for a glimmer of white, I have to find her! Then I see her. 

My heart stops. Another man's arm wraps around her, Drake smiles over her shoulder at me. 

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Breece6This teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Dec. 10, 2011 at 5:54 pm

Hi, I'm fairly new to this, but I made this up, hope you like it.

 

An orange moon blanketed the marble balcony.  A stoic man stood, lean and tall on the empty balcony.  A woman approached from the door, stepping cautiously, trying not to stir the air with her movements.  The man was staring out into the sea of headlights swerving past beneath.  The woman took a single step into the balcony from the small bedroom behind, and breathed out for a moment.  

 

The man turned around, deep red eyes shimmering, intoxicating, almost violently.  A grin formed, not a kind one, but the type of grin that one has been long expecting to use.  Shiny white teeth turn orange in the moonlight.  His dark wavy hair is rustled and swept out of it's carefully gelled place.  His voice is soft at first,

 

"I am the man you've been waiting for, patiently, against your own will.  I'm the man who commands the will within you, stirring the innermost compulsions and driving them like a stake into your heart."

 

His voice stopped for a moment, then began again, crescendoing into a slightly higher, but still louder, pitch,

 

"I'm the movement in the corner of your eye, I'm the shifting shadows in the center of your eye that you refuse to acknowledge.  I'm the draft that makes you cling to the uncovered skin of your wanting arms.  I'm the cold breath of the night that suddenly turns warm.  I'm the heated frenzy and the cold after taste.  I speak a word and the heavens turn black and the ground beneath you is swept away."

 

A single, undiscernible moment of trepidation cuts through the growing torrent.  Then in a tremendous finale he half shouts, half laughs his last words,

 

"I am the da.mning silence in your heart!  The castigation of your deepest lusts!  I control the swirling torment of emotions that pin your beating heart to a mattress!  I am the burning sen.suality of your nightmares and the cold atoning void thereafter."

 

He looks down at the girl, bathed in orange.  He looks at the dress, that dress that's made to slip down, but is so rigidly in place.  Then he looks up to her dead, uninterested eyes as they speak,

 

"And I'm the girl who's walking out of your room."

 

And she was gone.

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Sept. 20, 2012 at 9:02 am

I've been gone a long time from here, but a promise is a promise.
Here are the winners:
1st- Signed_DK
2nd- Breece6
3rd- AnimaCordis
They were all good, and i applaud you. If anybody wishes for this contest to continue, please inform me so i may create the next prompt.

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Sept. 20, 2012 at 9:05 am

Oh, and i just noticed my mistake. Here is the correct prizes.
Prizes:

1st- Read and rate two novel and two articles

2nd- Read and rate one novel and two articles

3rd- Read and rate one novel (or two articles)

Special mentions(3)- Read and rate one article

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Sept. 20, 2012 at 3:56 pm

I vote for continuation.

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hedwigy13 replied...
Sept. 20, 2012 at 5:30 pm

Please continue! Pretty pretty please with a cherry on top?

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Sept. 21, 2012 at 8:34 am

Okay then same prizes. This competition will end on Halloween, so we'll make it special.
Prompt 2: Wrath. Write a horror story, something not just gory, but suspensful, and overall- terrifying! >:D
You may now begin.

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Sept. 21, 2012 at 8:34 am

Okay then same prizes. This competition will end on Halloween, so we'll make it special.
Prompt 2: Wrath. Write a horror story, something not just gory, but suspensful, and overall- terrifying! >:D
You may now begin.

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Sept. 25, 2012 at 3:32 pm

She walked down the street. A cold November wind blew some reddish gold oak leaves down at the tattered sneakers that adorned her thin, tiny feet. She shivered and wrapped her gangly arms around her frail, thinly clad, body. Her already pale face was even paler than usual.
Whenever her large brown eyes looked behind her, she saw a shadow that was too skinny to be a tree, but moving way too fast out of sight to be her own. The girl shuddered again and wished her mousy brown hair was longer so it could cover the hairs standing up at the back of her neck.
“Millicent……” a voice whistled past her ear. She whirled around, her eyes wide in fright.
“Who are you? What do you want?” she whispered back.
“I want you…..I am the thing that can do make you feel things you never felt before….” The voice was thick and deep, and had a hint of evil in it.
“No! I just want to feel like a normal human being!” She began to cry and tried to run, but tripped over a log and fell to the side of the road. Millicent felt her wrist snap and she howled in pain. Her anguished cry was cut off by a tree branch slapping her face. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head and she slumped down, still breathing, but seeing nothing.
The owner of the voice came closer and lifted her tenderly over his muscular, leather clad shoulder. He carried her deeper in to the woods, annoyed that her breathing was spasmodic and uneven, which made him uncomfortable. Finally, they reached a small clearing and he put her on a stump, waiting patiently for her to wake up.
                               *                 *               *
Millicent was aware of pain before anything. She opened her eyes and prayed that this was a dream. The man smiled at her. “You are finally up. I’ve been waiting,” he told her. She whimpered and tried to move away from him, but he grabbed her and pulled her towards him. He slapped her. “You behave, pet. Millicent, remember that you are mine.” She burst into tears.
“Let me go, please! Why me?” she sobbed.
“Because you where the one who broke my brother’s heart,” he told her in satisfaction. Millicent’s face turned pure white and she studied the face of her captor in tormented shame.
“You.”
“Yes, me. I’m Jack’s brother, Leon.” Millicent fainted in horror, and Leon waited for her to wake up again so he could get revenge on his brother for falling in love with the most strange and quiet girl in town when he could have had his share of cheerleaders.
Leon smiled at the thought of revenge, his slightly pointed, crooked teeth giving him an almost feral look to his handsomely tanned features. His green eyes didn’t quite have the smile, though. He ran his hands through his black hair. Leon was not going to hurt Millicent….if he could help it, anyways. Revenge was stronger than his feelings for the girl, which is why he would have no qualms with showing her to his brother-dead.

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ZephyrVonThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Oct. 17, 2012 at 9:53 am

C'mon... BUMP
Is anyone else going to post a story?!

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ZephyrVonThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Oct. 17, 2012 at 9:53 am

C'mon... BUMP
Is anyone else going to post a story?!

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ZephyrVonThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Oct. 31, 2012 at 7:06 am

Alright...
YourVeryBestNightmare, you win. Please choose what you want rated.

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SparksFlyWithMe replied...
Oct. 31, 2012 at 2:48 pm

Um....'To My Birth Mother' and 'A Beauty That Was Hated: Part One'.

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ZephyrVonThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Nov. 1, 2012 at 6:51 am

I read and rated your works. If i have time later, i may even leave some comments...
Should i continue the contest?

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SparksFlyWithMe replied...
Nov. 1, 2012 at 11:33 am

Definitley!

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