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Monochrome_Panda replied...
Aug. 21, 2012 at 5:42 pm

 
Crumbling.
 
The explosions rang, but I didn’t hear, my feet had become like molasses, the world moved at sluggish pace- swirling around me in that awful, deafening silence.
 
Dying.
 
So this is how our world will fall, I duck a crossbeam the size of a tree trunk, running, I don’t know why or where, it will take me an hour to run through the steel jungle new york has become- the streets are covered with rubble, crushed bodies, and debris.
 
Dead.
 
The last explosion sounds, I fall to the ground as the earth shakes, the booming still echoes in my head.
 
Silent.
 
I wake up in a daze; the jagged lines of toppled buildings skew the horizon, the dusty air so thick.  I cough, pushing myself up. It is so quiet, no hum of traffic, no chatter of crowds.  I feel as if that cough could be heard for miles. I climb gingerly over some beams, normally fear would paralyze me, but right now, I am too frightened to be scared. I yell.
 
“Hello?”
 
The most cliché line I can think of as if I am re-living every apocalypse movie I have ever watched.  My footsteps echo, bouncing of the broken buildings and piles that used to be skyscrapers- I stumble my way to central park- I think of it as the most open space, so maybe the safest- no luck. The silence is sickening, the dust covers the ragged leaves of fallen trees, the park benches smashed by steel bars. What has happened? Who did this?  Where is everybody? Why did I survive?
 
Lucky.
 
Was that simply it? I was in the right place at the relatively right time? I sobbed- a break in the deathly silence that envelopes me- a new feeling seems to creep out of the depths of my mind – not jut loneliness, no, something deeper, stinging.
 
Don’t ask me how I know- this feeling, it is so sure.
 
You wouldn’t understand.
 
Unless you have ever been the last human on earth.

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Monochrome_Panda replied...
Aug. 21, 2012 at 5:53 pm

((I'd also like to enter "four minutes to midnight" on my profile))

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Super_Mario_Prose replied...
Aug. 23, 2012 at 9:31 am

Soooo... Are there enough entries?

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FashionThief replied...
Aug. 23, 2012 at 5:02 pm

Yes, I suppose there are enough entries! :)
I will finish judging them today hopefully.
 
Results will be posted on here either today or tomorrow!  I'm sure you are all getting excited so I'll try to post the winners today!

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FashionThief replied...
Aug. 23, 2012 at 5:40 pm

 Alright I am happy to announce the winners!!! More sooner than I expected actually but having previously read all your fabulous entries it took me a while to decide all the winners none the less.
 
Here they are:
 
RUNNER UP: a tie between The interview and The Game part 1 (you shall both receive the runner up prize) c:
 
3RD PLACE: Four Minutes to Midnight! :)
 
2ND PLACE: The Piano of Rehgale! :D
 
1ST PLACE: Homeless! XD
 
Your awards will be given shortly!

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White-Horse replied...
Aug. 23, 2012 at 11:00 pm

...........What? *sits down in shock*

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lizerina776 replied...
Aug. 24, 2012 at 8:20 am

FashionThief, thank you so much for giving me first place!! It means so much to me :)

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Monochrome_Panda replied...
Aug. 24, 2012 at 9:25 am

AAH! YAY! thanks a bunch.. I honestly didn't expect to place with such amazing stuff going around! 
anyway, can you comment/rate/whatever on my poem "starfish" and any other thing that catches your eye.

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Super_Mario_Prose replied...
Aug. 24, 2012 at 9:53 am

Thanks FashionThief c: And congrats to my fellow winners, and everyone who participated ;)

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FashionThief replied...
Aug. 24, 2012 at 1:19 pm

 congrats to all winners!  liz your articles are all very well written and fantastic!  --sorry white-horse that your story didn't make the cut, and along with the others that didn't place, better luck next time!   I may have another contest like this again because it was so fun to read all the entries!  XD

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An-eloquent-leaf replied...
Aug. 24, 2012 at 1:32 pm

Good job, everone, and thanks for the runners-up, Thief ^_^. Could you please review the piece I submitted, The Interview? I would like to hear from you how I could make the piece better.

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White-Horse replied...
Aug. 24, 2012 at 9:43 pm

What did I do wrong? I thought it was a good story! *cries* I'm a horrible writer!

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Sept. 17, 2012 at 8:51 am

Thanks!
Could you rate or comment on The [GAME] for me, either is fine.
^_^

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LeilaCruz replied...
Jul. 21, 2015 at 11:25 pm

I would like to submit "I Killed a Monster", and "The Girl and Miho"  I hope you like it!

TeenInk.com/fiction/realistic_fiction/article/813479/The-Girl-and-Miho/

TeenInk.com/fiction/thriller_mystery/article/814171/I-Killed-a-Monster/

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WindRunnerThis 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. 29, 2016 at 1:10 pm

The man in grey had no trouble sneaking past the guards, and getting over the wall was a matter of simplicity. Once over, the man took out an old, torn, battered map then glanced at it before cursing and hurrying down a smaller road. After a few turns he found himself standing near a wooden building with average sized doors and a bolted lock. Looking at his map for confirmation, he grinned and waved his hand over the lock. Small purple sparks danced around the lock as the mechanisms shifted and moved within the fixture as it fell away from the door with a soft thump on the hard earth. The man opened the door and stepped inside. All around him lay piles of armor, weapons and other instruments of war. His grey cloak swept in behind him as he sighed softly. He walked around the piles of metal and ignored even the finest gear he passed. Soon, however, his attention was drawn to a pile of rusty helms and unfinished armor plates. Carefully moving the items aside and revealing a long wooden box, about six and a half feet long, and unornamented but for a small carved symbol in the side of the chest. The man in grey bent down and breathed in the familiar scent of old age and rotting wood. His shoulders slumped as he opened the trunk and looked inside. Within the box lay a long branch of gnarled wood, intertwined at the top with a beautiful purple crystal that glowed with an inner radiance of it’s own. Old, sad eyes looked on from under his hood as the man picked up the staff and straightened his shoulders. He breathed in a long, slow breath and felt himself be revitalised for the first time in years. Standing tall, the man proceeded to pick up a near helm and hurl it at the wall with a resounding crash. Then he sprinted out of the armory.
 

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SpeakerofWolvesThis 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...
Mar. 7 at 5:57 pm

When will you end the submits? And I have three stories. Here's the first one:
It was a dusky and tranquil night in the dead of the winter cold, no soul was in sight and not even the sounds of the animals of the night. A little boy, naive and full of childhood fears, walk to the edge of the village which is a forest to collect water for his widowed mother. As child walks through the thick black trees shadowing fear, he suddenly has a suspicion that someone is watching him. He turned around, and saw something he couldn’t believe. Someone is following him. The figure is all black except two extremely wide milky eyes, looking directly to him. Completely filled with panic, the boy ran. Trees pass through him and kept running till he got tired. When he stopped, he realized that he is at the lake and the figure is gone. The lake is surrounded by thick trees and the only thing that reflected the lake is the moon. As he scoops the water with the bucket, he heard wailing and a scream like a ghost crying in an empty house. The wailing keep saying," Woe is my child!! Woe is my child!!!!" The boy looked around his surroundings, but he couldn't see a being that's making this horrible sound. He hurried to his beaten home, but something wasn't right in his stomach and he doesn’t know why. When he got home, there is something wrong. His home was dark and empty like nobody live there. As the little boy come closer, the door creaked slowly as he comes closer. The little boy came in with a sudden fear that the wailing was a harbinger of some sort. As he open the door and came in, he saw something that shocked him like a tsunami wave. A body was laid lifelessly on the floor on it’s belly. He turned the body over and gasped. It was his mother, brown eyes empty and blood coming from her mouth. There was seemly tears from her eyes that were dried a long time ago. On her hands was a cross and the picture of the Blessed Virgin Mary and both are coated by blood. Blood was coming off her neck and it looked like teeth marks. He ran out of the house and went back to the pond. When he got there, he sat on a rock and weeped like a baby. When he looked up, he saw a figure. The figure was female, her skin pale catch the moonlight, wearing a red and black wedding gown, and carrying a knife with the edge showered with red solid-like liquid. But it wasn’t the clothing or the knife that scared him. It was the face, her eyes are moonlight white, lips blood red, bat wing black hair and a speckle of blood at the corner of her mouth. She smiled a scary grin with her fang-like teeth at the boy. The boy, in fear, asked the female, “Who are you?” The female,” I am Karayan.” The boy with wide eyes, ran as fast he could. But, no matter how fast he goes, the female still follow him. He could hear a whisper in his brain, “Ave Nox Arcana. Ave Nox Arcana. Ave Nox Arcana!” Each sentence would get louder and louder in his mind that he could not stand it anymore. When the boy got to a graveyard that was far away from his village, the vampire was gone. With a sigh of relief, he sat on the ground, damp and warm. The boy had a feeling that something is going to grab his hand, but he doesn’t know why. Out of nowhere, a hand, pale and wrinkled, grabbed the boy’s hand. The boy turned and gasp in horror. It’s a man. The man had rotting green flesh, empty blank eyes, suit ripped, organs exposed, looking evil, and was coming out of a fresh-made grave. “Come…With…..Me………” The ghoul groaned as he pulled the boy toward the earth. The boy tried to let go the hold, but it was too late. The boy was buried alive, without a trace. To this day, people will look through the wood in search of the boy and his murdered mother. But, no one could find out where the boy disappeared and was believed to be a myth, but they're wrong. The morale is to never let fear kill you and suffocate you where no one will find where you are.

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SpeakerofWolvesThis 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...
Mar. 7 at 6:01 pm

Second one:
In the beginning, there was a dark, empty void. Three wolves were born from the darkest pit of the void: the oldest was Malum who used to be the wolf of darkness, the middle pup was Lunarias who is the wolf of the moon and the runt of the litter was Solisas, the wolf of the sun. Malum, however, said," Let us make a universe so that we won't be alone forever." and the others agreed. Solisas and Lunarias created the moon and sun that depicted the time and season, yet they weren't satisfied. Then, Lunarias said to Solisas,  "Let us bear children so that they can create the rest." and Solisas agreed. Lunarias and Solisas mate and bore twelve children. Ignis is the wolf of fire that created the heat by his light while Aquas feeds the rivers and oceans by her tears and spits. Ventus creates the movement of the wind by his walking `across the earth from the equator to the poles in a circular movement and Terra was known as Mother Earth by her coat of forests and mountains. Vitae created humanity and the animals by her gentle paws and breathed life to the creatures while her brother Mors plays the part by taking lives away from reality. Glacies had a pact with Aquas by freezing the water by the poles. Lux, with her mother's help, brought light into the world while his sister Noctis help's her father by bringing nighttime to the side of the earth where light doesn't shine on. Fulmen developed weather by controlling where the storms and clear sky to go across the globe. Frigus spread coldness in the poles with her aura with Glacias's help, but Calor releases heat by his aura like Frigus. Soon, the wolves were pleased by the beauty of their works and agreed to rest. However, Malum was consumed by jealous because of the universe was created by the other wolves and there was nothing for Malum to create beside darkness which was already there. So Malum started to come down from the palace of the wolfs in the heavens to start creating evilness by tempting humankind and tormenting the animals to kill. Lunarias, who declared himself alpha of the wolves, cast Malum from the heavens where the wolves live to the inside of the earth and Malum became the wolf of evil. Malum then created his minions, who are called demons, so that they can help him to spread evilness of the world. After that, Lunarias came before a young couple and asked them to start a worldwide organization that's dedicated to limiting the evil powers of Malum. They answered yes and that started the  beginning of the Wolfians, a group of people that are hosts of the wolves to perform good and protection to the weak from the evil powers of Malum. Yet, every wolf gives clues to every alpha from the beginning till now that in the end of time, there will be a boy that will be the complete host of Lunarias so that he can permanently destroy the evilness of Malum once and for all.

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SpeakerofWolvesThis 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...
Mar. 7 at 6:02 pm

Third one:
TeenInk.com/fiction/fan_fiction/article/941863/The-Wolfians/
Hope you like three of them! ;)

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