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GreekGoddessThis 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...
Apr. 6, 2013 at 7:05 pm

Exaggerate something in a peice of fiction. Any kind of fiction ((if you do Fan fiction ask me first if its okay)). You can exaggerate a pysical characterist (strength, speed ect.), personality (kindness, meaness ect), a setting, a tone, whatever you want. Don't tell me what it is you are exagerating, make it strong enouth that I know what it is. 
1st - 5 things rated/comented
2 - 4 things rated/comented
3 - 3 things rated comented
4 - 2 things rated /comented
5 - 1 thing rated/comented
This conest ends... well whenever i feel it is ready to be done, at least five entries. Plus I'll give a weeks warning before it closes.

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Artgirl1999This 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...
Apr. 8, 2013 at 4:19 pm

Okay, I'll have it up on this thread soon.

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Artgirl1999This 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...
Apr. 9, 2013 at 9:12 am

My story is set in an imaginary country in which many people are forced into the army. I just thought I'd make that clear so you weren't confused.

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Artgirl1999This 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...
Apr. 9, 2013 at 9:16 am

She rose from the chair and stood quietly before him. She looked into his eyes. They were green, soft and melancholy and sad. Today they were sad because of her. She lowered her head.
"You don't have to go," he said in a gruff, torn voice.
"I know," she replied, lifting her head again. There was a tear on his face; it looked green as the vibrance of his eyes showed through it.
"Then why did you...? You had a choice!" His words were high, panicky, his eyes were like green, ghastly fire. Suddenly his voice quieted, caught, broke. "Why did you choose to leave?"
She sighed, entranced by his eyes, which were now somber and sad, the green ashes of their previous fire settling and disappearing. "Because it's the right thing to do."
"For them, maybe! Not for us! You might never..." He broke down, falling to her feet and looking up at her, those emerald eyes pouring over with tears. She had never seen him like this, she strove to comfort him.
"If I don't..." her breath caught and her voice was ragged, "if I don't come back, at least I will have achieved..."
"Nothing!" he cried bitterly, green eyes flaring. "You will have achieved nothing! They have forced thousands of others to fight- and die - for them. Not you. No, not you. You had a choice! And what did you choose?"
"I chose to go. To protect my homeland. To save a life. To save many lives...no matter the cost." And at this she pulled him up. "Do you hear me? I will go and be brave and fight for my country, for my city, for my home." She paused and pulled him closer so she was staring into his distressed emerald eyes . "I will fight for you."

She let go of his wrists, letting his arms drop to his sides. She turned and strode away. Though her back was to him, as she walked toward her new life, she could still see his passionate, melancholy green eyes.

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GreekGoddessThis 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...
Apr. 9, 2013 at 8:02 pm

So cool! good job, I love all the different smillies and metaphors for the eyes. Exactly what I was looking for!

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Artgirl1999This 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...
Apr. 10, 2013 at 8:32 am

Thanks! :D

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GreekGoddessThis 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...
Apr. 27, 2013 at 11:18 am

BUMPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPp

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Apr. 27, 2013 at 2:39 pm

She slipped silently between shadows in the dead of night, when world was either sleeping or dead. The stars seemed but a distant glow, untouchable through the gnarled claws of the ghastly shadows that clasped her wrists and dragged her back from her path. The darkness was like a cloak, enveloping her in the wonders of night.
She peered between leafless branches, searching desperately for another face wrapped in the curtain of darkness, blinking its eyes back at her. The night with no moon seemed to whisper to her, in its breathless, ghoulish manner, through a forked tongue coated in iron gull ink.
Nothing moved from where she stood but the shadows themselves, stretching over her face and shielding her pale gray eyes from the world. Menacing mutterings and wisps of ancient curses reappeared in memory and spirit simply through the hollow, empty voice of the darkness.
The path was invisible, hiding itself from her soft footsteps in layers and layers of shade and gloom that thickened the very air and moistened the earth. It was still, and it was murky. It was the fear that came with the prospect of simple nonexistance, heightened with the spectral forest around her. Her footsteps echoed,

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Apr. 27, 2013 at 2:44 pm

*Sorry, not finished. I accidentally sat on the "Post Reply" button. This is the rest.
 
Her footsteps echoed as she walked, hoping to meet the tracks of another living being. But no tracks appeared. She stepped farther into the gloom, almost as if it were a jungle of the dead, where sightless eyes stared, invisible, and bones rattled like the the branches of trees around her. The darkness seeped into her skin, coiling through her muscular shoulders and into her heart, searching for the slightest twinge of fear, though none showed. Perhaps she was bold, or perhaps she was simply good at hiding the emotions that clawed at her heart and eroded her mind, but the night recoiled with a hiss, and as a human voice sounded behind her, the shadows scampered like otherworldly creatures back into the thick black mist that shrouded the world from her view.
"You're late."

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GreekGoddessThis 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...
Apr. 27, 2013 at 8:56 pm

I like it, good job. I love the idea of exagerating the shaddows, good job!

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GreekGoddessThis 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...
May 4, 2013 at 11:00 am

Bumping!!!

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