The Writer's Contest Club discussion

https://www.goodreads.com/poll/show/2...

FIRST: Please vote on the poll for what we can make this story about!! This doesn't open until the 19th, so we'll have to wait a couple days.

SECOND: Okay, you might have noticed that both this and the other poll don't have genre restrictions for you to vote on, nor in the title. This is because I am going to let YOU decide the genre! I thought this would be a nice spin on it and giving each of you more freedom in your writing! Have fun and make sure to vote by midnight, the 26th of September Mountain State Time.

THIRD: As soon as we have the poll results (when it ends) you may begin to write! The deadline should be two weeks after that (14 days or the 10th of October).

FOURTH: Thank you all! I hope we can have many entries and a fun two contests!!!

When do the polls end?

Tomorrow night!

Okay, cool

RESULTS

3 Words: Headline, Seesaw, and Tomb
Mood: Dramatic
Rules: Stay within Goodreads post limit and over 500 word count
Due: 2 Weeks (10th of October)
Extra: Have fun!

My Story: Pride, Pride, Pride

Today’s headline: “A Queendom's Tomb For Pride”

I snarled at the school paper with obvious disgust. What was it to them if I lost all my pride in one night or not? Why should they care so much about what goes on in my life?

So I decided to ignore it. Hopefully everyone else would decide the same. After all, it was all I had left to hope for.

Apparently hope laid right next to pride in that tomb of despair. So much for that. Not one student in class wasn’t reading, gossiping, or looking at the front page of the school paper.

Now I really have lost everything.

How was I supposed to walk down the halls anymore without those judgmental eyes following me around? How was I supposed to work in class with those hurtful whispers behind my back? How was I supposed to keep my friends, or make more, for that matter.

This is bad. This is really, really bad.

The second thing I learned about hope that day was hope always comes back so it can always bring me devastation by crumbling before my eyes.

“Hey that’s her!” “Isn’t that Margot? The one from the paper?” “Wow, she’s brave coming to school after last night.”

Of course they remembered my name.

I found myself hoping I had thought to bring a jacket, or forgotten to curl my hair that morning, or worn less vibrant clothes, or maybe that I had the luck of the back row today.

Again with the hoping?

My head fell straight into my hands, the unblemished fingers tangling through my hair in a vain attempt to remove the curls.

Then the teacher walked in and gave the class a very forced smile. Though I got the sense that she was staring directly at me and that behind the smile of lies, shone spiteful thoughts all aimed for me.

That was the exact moment that I realized what Ms. Hellen held in her hand as it unfolded in front of me.

“Margot?” Ms. Hellen demanded, raising her eyebrows only the slightest bit. But the message was clear as the tantalizing image of that headline staring back in big bold words. Pride. Pride. Pride.

I gulped.

“Care to explain?”

“What’s so bad about it? I don’t understand why everyone thinks they should make a big deal out of some stupid mistake! It isn’t my fault my family’s gone broke!”

The room fell into a cold and disheartening silence as all eyes that were not already on her focused right there.

I quickly clamped a hand over my mouth and shrunk back at what I just said. I had no intentions of saying it out loud, but I had.

It was my refusal to buy a snack for that group of juniors I always found on the seesaw after school and treated with such generosity that got me here. Now it was because of them that I was in that tight situation. The “Queendom” I had so carefully nurtured was buried before even the first ticking minute of a Monday.

That headline held more credit than she was letting on.

Oh... that was much shorter than I thought... ^^'

Painful
By Silver
I'm fine with this being posted on the group blog.
WARNING: CRINGE OVERLOAD BELOW

Apera rushed in. “Penny, I just heard the news!” she cried. “Congratulations!”

“What news?” I asked, confused.

“You won the seesaw contest!” she practically sang.

“I...what?” My face slowly brightened. After all the work, the hours of blood, sweat, and tears, I had won the seesaw contest! My life goal was complete, I could die happy right then, but I would waste this joy. I would sing! I would perform, I would become world-famous sharing this joy from winning the see-

“Penny!” Rome called, slamming the door open. “How you have betrayed me!”

My good mood instantly disappeared. “R-Rome? What do you mean?” I rushed over to him, going in for an embrace, but he pushed me away by the shoulders. “Rome?!”

The most beautiful man that ever existed held up a newspaper angrily. “You stole my victory!” Pointing to the headline, “Local Woman Penny Wentworth Wins National Seesaw Contest”, he continued, tears streaming down his face. “You know how badly I wanted to win this, how hard I worked! You told me you didn’t care for it, but you lied.”

I began crying as well. “I had to follow my heart’s desire,” I exclaimed, all the emotion I was feeling making its way to my voice. “I could not suppress my love for seesaws, even for you, my true love.”

Rome shook his head violently. “If I were your true love, you would not deceive me! Our love is entombed, never to breathe again! You have killed it!”

I was openly sobbing now. Apera had been watching from the other side of the room, but she rushed over to comfort me. “Rome, is this truly what you want to do?!” she cried.

He turned around, refusing to look at either of us. “It is what must be done,” he said gravely. “I cannot love a liar.”

He walked out then, obviously intending never to return..

“Oh, Apera!” I sobbed, collapsing to the floor. “Who am I to wound my only love? Oh, I have no happiness left in the world! I will live out the rest of my days in misery, never again to smile or feel the sunshine or create a happy memory-”

“You must stop, Penny!” My best friend yelled, interrupting me. “You must not let this evil man come in the way of your happiness.”

“Evil?!” I shrieked. “You dare call him evil? I will never speak a foul word of the flawless man who had the generosity to brighten my life and love me-”

“PENNY!”

I fell silent.

“Move on. The seesaw contest was something good to happen to you. You had to follow your heart, and if Rome can’t respect that, then he is not good enough for you!” With this bold announcement, Apera stood with her fist in the air.

“You’re - you’re right,” I decided. “I will never again think of the heartbreaking traitor.”

Rome ran into the room. “Penny! I cannot live without you!”

I stood up. “Rome, my one true love!”

The Single Headline
By Destiny
Warning: I didn't get time to proofread this. It might be full of grammar and spelling mistakes!

Fiance picked up the paper. There was on massive headline reading in bold letters, " Queens Tomb Destroyed ". Fiance looked up. Hmm... What could this mean? Is Queen Sandy's tomb really free from terror? Fiance wondered.

Prince Jerald entered the room. "Princess Fiance, you know father wouldn't like seeing you reading the paper. You should go attend your scheduled dance lessons." Princess Fiance sighed.

She put down the paper and left the room headed down the hall and to the ballroom where Teacher Grinch was waiting for her.
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Prince Jerald sat down on the couch and picked up the paper his sister had been looking at. It said, " King's Life Stolen ". Jerald looked up. Had his father really died? Was he going to have to rule the kingdom?

Maid Andrea walked into the room. "Prince you should really be cleaning yourself up for your suiting lessons. Give me the paper." she said.

The prince left and gave the maid the paper he would have to read it later.

Andrea looked down. The paper read, " Seesaw Home's Now Open! ". "What!" Maid Andrea cried. Her dreams would be coming true! She had always wanted to live in a seesaw.
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Andrea has left the paper where she had picked it up. Death snuck into the room and picked it up. It read, " Death Hunt On ". Death snickered. "They'll never catch me if I am soulless..." Death muttered mischievously.
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"What did you do to my paper!" The princess cried.
"What do you mean! I did nothing!" The prince spat back.
"Nor did I your royalty." The maid said doing a curtsy.

The king stormed in.
"What is happening here?" he spat.
"Oh! Nothing father! Just some fun games!"the maid said immediately.
"Then, what's the paper?" The king asked.

Suddenly the paper caught flame and burned into the form of a human covered in ash that disappeared into the air.

The king kept his eye open from day to to day forth. He didn't want un-royal actions from his children.
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Maid Andrea stood on the front lawn of the castle. It was a beautiful day to be outside other then the ash floating in the sky...

Maid Andrea watched the ash form a person like the news paper had. What's happening... she wondered. As the figure came closer she heard the wind howling, " Say hello to your new tomb traitor! You will regret breaking my heart! " the sound grew louder as the ash figure came closer. Then, she saw her dead husband she had divorced in the figure.

He pulled out a knife and stabbed her in the heart saying, "Feel the pain I feel. You grave will lye in this very spot." Her divorced dead husband stabbed her. She let out a blood ridden shriek and heard, "Now your mine! Nothing can lay it's hand on you ever again!"
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MeanWhile...
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The prince waited for his father to come to the dining area when the ash figure appeared.

"You were a ruthless son I had to care for. I'm glad I can kill you in this very spot. Your grave shall lye here." he heard in his fathers voice. The ash figure now looked like his father coming closer.

"Father there you are!" the prince said walking forwards. "What's the knife for?" he added.

"To kill you of course!" said the ash figure that was looked as the king.

The prince now stood in front of the ash figure.

" You have hurt me when you chose against me son. You have hated me for far to long!" the ash figure said repeatedly lifting the knife.

Suddenly the prince got stabbed in the heart and heard in his mothers voice, "Feel the pain I feel. You grave will lye in this very spot."

The son shrieked and died.
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MeanWhile...
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The king looked up and saw his son in a shadow of ashes.

"Hello son!" he said cheerfully.

" Finally! My knife in hand, my father at blade I shall rule the kingdom by heart and spade! " the ashed son said repeatedly.

Then, the ashed son stabbed the king.

"Feel the pain I feel. You grave will lye in this very spot." he heard the soothing voice of the dead queen repeatedly now that the ashed son was gone.

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MeanWhile...
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The ash figure had appeared. "Feel the pain I feel. You grave will lye in this very spot." it said.

Princess Fiance looked up from her bed seeing the ash figure and a knife approaching saying words repeatedly.

" You hurt me breaking my heart. Now I shall hurt you and give you a taste of medicine! " the ash figure said before stabbing her.

Blood splattered all over her bed. The princess pinched herself and she disappeared along with the ash figure.
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Fiance opened her eyes laying in her bed.

Ash was awake and getting ready for the day.

Fiance got up and said, "Did you have a weird blood ridden dream last night?"

"Yes, I did" Ash replied. Brushing his hair.

"Wanna go to the Tomb's Headline park?" Fiance asked.

"Sure, we could play on the SeeSaw!" Ash said.

Fiance got up with Ash following as the left the house.

Fiance's bed was littered in blood and Ash's bed was cut and ripped with a knife on his dresser...
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(view spoiler)[This is the first story I can remember that I've written with a dramatic tone. Sorry if it's extremely bad. (hide spoiler)]

That's longer then I thought... Opps!

Sushie || "You can make anything by writing." - C. S. Lewis wrote: "Oh... that was much shorter than I thought... ^^'"

Yeah, I made mine a bit long. I might need to shorten it.
(view spoiler)[It's probably because I was scared I wouldn't write 500 words. Good job me.
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Destiny, this is awesome! Super riveting.

Sushie, I forgot to comment on yours. Excellent job, your character felt very real. Her emotions were written perfectly.

Thank you so much Ariana! If you have anything that might be good to fix tell me please.

My only suggestion is to save time to proofread. The wonders of proofreading never cease to amaze me. Besides that, though, I think your piece is pretty awesome. It tells you enough to keep your attention, but still has some secrets to create a sense of mystery.

I would've but, I had only 30 minutes to type that story. I'm normally on a phone to stay active in my groups.

That's fair, and it's not the biggest deal, so I'm glad that was the only problem!

okay... I need to close this now...

I at least got one entry in. Its awful though.

Pish-posh, Destiny! I loved it!

XD