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Novelist123 posted this thread...
Oct. 20, 2012 at 6:39 pm

In this contest, you can literally submit any piece you want (by this, I mean it could be art, novels, articles, poetry, anything). The deadline is when I get 20 pieces submitted.

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Novelist123 replied...
Oct. 23, 2012 at 2:09 pm

Yes, actually, I'd prefer it

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Sharkgirl replied...
Oct. 24, 2012 at 12:12 am

Is there a limit to how many pieces we can post?

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Novelist123 replied...
Oct. 24, 2012 at 4:35 pm

I'll just click your link

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Novelist123 replied...
Oct. 24, 2012 at 4:35 pm

I'll say that you can only submit up to 2 pieces

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EtherealThis 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. 24, 2012 at 5:59 pm

I'd like to Enter my drawing "Keep Looking..." And also my story "Four Minutes To Midnight"

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Oct. 24, 2012 at 7:04 pm

I shall submit my poem, 'Anymore Raindrops'!

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Oct. 24, 2012 at 7:04 pm

I shall submit my poem, 'Anymore Raindrops'!

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guardianofthestarsThis 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. 24, 2012 at 8:25 pm

Right I submit my stories "Cupid" and "I am Tomorrow"

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Sharkgirl replied...
Oct. 24, 2012 at 10:34 pm

Can I submit Clueless and the Ocean and Its Treasure?

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Shaphiria replied...
Oct. 26, 2012 at 6:41 pm

I'd like to submit my poem "The Darkest Moment"

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FashionThief replied...
Oct. 26, 2012 at 6:46 pm

          I will submit my poem, Another Side of Me

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JunieSparrow replied...
Oct. 28, 2012 at 12:35 pm

I'll submit my poem "Rant" and my short story "Why?" 
 
Thanks

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Oct. 28, 2012 at 5:55 pm

I will submit my poem "Your Eyes" and my short story "The Midnight Rower," which is still pending, so I'll paste it here in case it isn't on by the deadline.
 
 

The campfire crackled a vibrant gold, flickering beneath the light of the crescent moon. Mark sat across from me, illustrating another of his fantastical tales of terrifying creatures that stalked the night, and merfolk hiding in the ocean, dragging unprepared fishing boats down into the depths of the sea. I was a biology teacher living in Boston. I didn’t believe in fairy tales.

Mark reached over the fire and tapped my shoulder. I jumped, and he burst into laughter. “A little nervous, are we, Adalene? Well, let’s add to that.”

I snorted disbelievingly. “Like a little ghost story is going to scare either of us? Be realistic.”

But Mark ignored me, instead drifting once again into the realms of the supernatural. “There is an old legend. And old, old legend, gathered here at this very lake,” he narrated with fluid hand gestures that, to be perfectly frank, did not emphasize his words how he expected them to. “The Midnight Rower.”

I raised one eyebrow. “And who might that be?”

Mark smiled eerily. “See, that’s the thing. We don’t know who, or even what is the Midnight Rower.” He should have known that grammatical errors in his sentences would not spark fear in the warm glow of our fire. “It just is. It stands on its boat made of the twisted branches of the old willow tree down Marbury Bend. His paddle is the embalmed paw of a bear, and he rows this lake through the night, snatching the unsuspecting off of remote shorelines. And once you’re snatched, then you are the Rower.”

“Oh, please,” I scoffed. “This sounds like a children’s game.”



“It is spotted only at precisely midnight,” he continued, disregarding my comment. “On nights like this one.”


I gaped. “You want to see the midnight rower? It doesn’t exist.”
“It does!” he insisted forcefully. “And I am going to catch it!”

I shook my head. “You’re insane.”

“It exists,” he snarled. “And you just watch me come back with the Rower in my net. And if it snatches me, then you will be sorry.”

I couldn’t put up with another minute of arguing with Mark over something so pointless, so unbelievably ridiculous.“Fine,” I snapped. “You go sit by the lake until until your lips turn blue, waiting for a mythical creature to show itself to you. I don’t care. I’m going to bed.” I doused the fire with my water bottle and stormed into the cabin. Mark’s cabin.

Is he right? I asked myself once I was snuggled in the warm blanket of the guest bed. Am I cruel to let him sit out there alone? But I dismissed my guilt and slipped into a troubled sleep.

The next morning, I tugged a sweater over my head and went outside to find Mark. I was looking forward to the opportunity to tell him, “I told you so,” and I repeated the words in my head. But when I neared the lakeside, Mark was nowhere to be seen.



“Mark!” I called. No answer. The morning mist was thick around the lake. It encircled the trees, an impenetrable fog, socking me in along the shoreline. “Mark!” That was when I saw it, bobbing against the sandy pebbles that had been smoothed by eons of lake water. Mark’s baseball cap. I picked it up and brushed the sand off of it. “Mark!” I called a third time. But without a reply, the next people I called were the police.
A year passed. Mark was never found. I carried on with my life, but people could tell I was grieving. Either that, or I was cowering. I couldn’t tell which. I went up to the lake again, just for the sake of old memories. I wanted to settle my mind; even Mark’s body in a coffin would have put me at rest. Anything to explain that night. The sunset was beautiful, reflected off the deep blue alpine water. I stood on the shore, watching the trees turn to silhouettes in the impending darkness.

Then I spotted a familiar figure brushing the water, about half way across the lake. “Mark!” I shouted gleefully. The crack in my voice revealed my shock. The figure drifted a bit closer. It was Mark; it had the same brown eyes and choppy dark hair. But the eyes were more vengeful, hungry, raging at me, his hair intertwined with algae. And he was floating. Floating on a boat made of the twisted branches of a willow tree, with a stiff, embalmed bear paw in his hand.
 

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Novelist123 replied...
Nov. 2, 2012 at 6:11 pm

Need 7 more...

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SparksFlyWithMe replied...
Nov. 2, 2012 at 6:40 pm

 







Image Credit: Marina S., Vineyard Haven, MA








The author's comments:






I'm adopted and this is to you,mom,wherever and whoever you are.


I’ve never met you







Oh, but I want to







You gave me up when I was small







Was it a good thing, after all?







Do I ever cross your mind?







Do you look in the mirror at your eyes and see mine?







Was I not the one you wanted?







Did you want someone else?







Immediately you said, “Someone else can have her”







And I wish I could remember







If you told me, “I love you”







If you said that you’d be true







Even if I remembered you lying







At least now, on the inside, I wouldn’t be dying







Now here I am with nothing left of you







Except a picture, a letter, and a teddy bear so cute







I wonder if you ever thought back to the day







You held your baby girl in your arms and swayed







Do you remember the baby with black hair and blue eyes?







The little girl who deafened you with her cries







You remember the little girl who would have called you mommy?







That little girl was me

 

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MissInkslinger replied...
Nov. 2, 2012 at 9:52 pm

I'll suggest my story, The Mad Hatter's Dead, if you please.

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Super_Mario_ProseThis 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. 3, 2012 at 4:54 pm

I'll submit my story The Piano of Rehgale and Adrenaline. Thanks for hosting this contest ;)

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Novelist123 replied...
Nov. 10, 2012 at 7:28 pm

1 more and then the contest is over...I've read some really good ones! But, even more importantly, I've decided the final prizes (not who they're going to)! Before I go on, I just want to tell you, even if you deserve two, I will only give you one. So you may have an honorable mention and a main placement, but you will only get the biggest prize.
So now for telling you what each prize entails!
1st place: usual, 3 comments/ ratings on your choice
2nd place: usual, 2 c/r on your choice
3rd place: usual, 1 c/r on your choice
Honarable mentions: (1-3 will be presented) 1 rating, but no comment on the piece you submitted, and knowing that your piece was awesome

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Super_Mario_ProseThis 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. 17, 2012 at 2:10 pm

Well, if I can submit a third, I'll enter The Dark Hour on my page...

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