PITCH! (Writing Contest / No Longer Accepting)

[Chaotic Angel]

Accepted. I've decided to go with LarryCotter as the last judge' date=' because I've observed him to have more experience in the field. Sorry, Chaotic. :/

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It's okay. I'm fine with that. Good luck for the rest of this contest, though.

[The Warden]

Inevitably I am going to regret this one way or another.

 

[spoiler=BrokenHeart15]

Series Name: Realize my Unreality

Short Pitch/Summary: Reality is exactly what people think it is. It is where everything has a rational explanation, but what happens when you exist between realities? The protagonist of this tale lives life as any teen would, however, past his sixteenth birthday, his supposed reality warped, landing him a fantasy style medieval land. He survived through it and upon falling asleep in that world, he woke up in his own, learning that he had in fact been missing for a day. Living life is hard when you exist between two planes of reality.

 

[Guest Morpheous Erebos]

[spoiler=[b]Kira Kills[/b]]

Series Name: The Pale Horse Rides Again

Short Pitch/Summary: There is a man of 22, named Allister, who lived his life in solitude. He never left his house except to buy more food, and even then he would buy enough food for weeks. One night in his sleep, he dremt of a possible future of his if he kept living this way. In shock, he left his house immediately, to find himself several decades in the future. Now he has to decide. Go home? Stay here? If he chooses to go home, how? His experiences will influense his decisions, and all the new technology is overwhelming. What will he choose and what will he do? Find out soon.

 

[Guest Ixigo]

Evidently, we've reached the magic number of participants required, provided the last three entrants are accepted.

 

Say the word, Rinne-boss.

[bury the year]

BrokenHeart and Yu-Gi-Oh! Dude, accepted. Kira Kills, I know that your pitch is based off an already-published series, and I don't think a magazine could serialize that. Please alter your pitch if you would like to remain in the competition.

[Guest Morpheous Erebos]

I edit'd my app

[bury the year]

Accepted. Entries are closed, I'll randomize everything tomorrow. :3

[RyanAtlus]

Accepted. I've decided to go with LarryCotter as the last judge' date=' because I've observed him to have more experience in the field. Sorry, Chaotic. :/

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lolwut?

 

Have you actually read them? I can't deny my writing style has improved, but I'm sure there are even better people around here.

 

BUT, I'll accept your job, hoping that I will grow as a writer even more.

[bury the year]

Accepted. I've decided to go with LarryCotter as the last judge' date=' because I've observed him to have more experience in the field. Sorry, Chaotic. :/

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lolwut?

 

Have you actually read them? I can't deny my writing style has improved, but I'm sure there are even better people around here.

 

BUT, I'll accept your job, hoping that I will grow as a writer even more.

 

Ja~ I'm not stupid or anything. :3

 

Anyhoo. I've gotten the selections randomized and all, and they are posted in the spoiler in this post and in the main post. The rules for the contest itself, along with the end date, will follow shortly.

 

[spoiler=Randomized Assignments]Umbra - Back Of The Net! (Yu-gi-oh Dude)

Aequitas - End of Utopia (Ixigo)

Ixigo - Mina (bobo™)

bobo™ - No More Dragons (Aequitas)

LuffyLaxer - The Great Calamity (Dark Mousy)

Snitch - Realize my Unreality (BrokenHeart15)

Dark Mousy - The Pale Horse Rides Again (Kira Kills)

Yu-gi-oh Dude - Elemental Revenge (Luffy Laxer)

BrokenHeart15 - Passing By (Umbra)

Kira Kills - Crypt (Snitch)

 

[Guest Morpheous Erebos]

I forgot to change the title... Makes no sense now... You mind, Rinne? I feel like "Adventures in Time"

[Yu-gi-oh Dude]

Im flattered that Umbra gets to write my previously failed Fan Fic. Getting to work on Elemental Revenge!

[The Warden]

Ye gods, I get Umbras, this'll be a challenge.

[RyanAtlus]

Enjoy, and make it good.

[The Warden]

Well, here's mine, and I assure you, it's as boring as I was when I wrote it. Also, certain words I had to duck under the radar, concerning certain words that lose their 'u' in american script.

 

[spoiler=Passing By Chapter 1]

Chapter 1: Time Flies when you’re having Fun

 

A room like any other room. It was a room, nothing more, absolutely ordinary. But what the room contains is anything but ordinary. The walls of this room were decorated in a light blue colour, it may have once been blue, but in time is had been blended with white. A large desk squats on one of the walls; many of the books lining the shelves it contained seemed untouched and unloved, gathering the dust of unused. Old notes and papers littered the desk. A poster hung loosely from the wall, one corner was unstuck, hanging in the air. The poster displayed an obscure band by the name of ‘Balsamic Vinegar’. On the wall was a clock with a minute, hour and second hand. It was currently at eleven to three.

 

Clothes smothered the floor, with an odd shoe providing variation. In the center of the room, there was a bed; it was long, but not very wide. Large metal bars were at the head of the bed whilst smaller ones greeted the foot of it. By this bed was a small side table, attributed with a key ring of keys, a large lamp and a wallet. At the foot of the bed on the opposing wall was a large table with a TV and a PS2 carefully balanced. On the bed was a youth of about seventeen, pointing towards the aforementioned TV. The bottom part of her face was hidden by a large pillow she rested it on. The above part of her face was hidden by a long dark brown fringe in desperate need of a trim, though she seemed to be able to see through. She was wearing a pay of long jeans, worn with age and torn purposely. She was wearing a daggy white shirt, and though she was lying on her stomach, it had an image of a heart with worn out words on it. On the TV was Coraline, a stop-motion film that the girl seemed to like, well, at least bits of it.

 

‘Making up a song about Coooorrraaaline, she’s a peach she’s a doll, she’s a pal of mine. She’s as cute as a button in the eyes of everyone whoever laid there eyes on Coraline. When she comes around exploring, mom and I will never make it boring our eyes will be on Coooorrraaaline’ the Other Father sang. Coraline began to move across the screen, but the whole image froze. There was no remote or controller in the girl’s hand.

 

The scene began to rewind to a point where the character of the Other Father began to play the piano, there, it played out normally again. ‘Making up a song about Coooorrraaaline, she’s a peach she’s a doll, she’s a pal of mine. She’s as cute as a button in the eyes of everyone whoever laid there eyes on Coraline. When she comes around exploring, mom and I will never make it boring our eyes will be on Coooorrraaaline’ the Other Father repeated. Coraline began to move across the screen, but the whole image froze. The clock on the wall had stopped, the second hand frozen in place. As the images on the screen began to turn back, so did the second hand, jumping steadily backwards again until to a certain point, where the TV continued to play as normal, the second hand moving forwards.

 

‘Making up a song about Coooorrraaaline, she’s a peach she’s a doll, she’s a pal of mine. She’s as cute as a button in the eyes of everyone whoever laid there eyes on Coraline. When she comes around exploring, mom and I will never make it boring our eyes will be on Coooorrraaaline’ the Other Father sang again. Yet again it froze and rewound. ‘One more time’ the girl muttered. ‘Making up a song about Coooorrraaaline, she’s a peach she’s a doll, she’s a pal of mine. She’s as cute as a button in the eyes of everyone whoever laid there eyes on Coraline. When she comes around exploring, mom and I will never make it boring our eyes will be on Coooorrraaaline’ the Other Father sang and the scene continued. ‘Why does that never get old?’ the girl asked sleepily.

 

Time continued to play out normally, the girl had decided to spare the fabric of time for now. The credits of the movie scrawled across the screen, accompanied by the odd song. ‘What are they saying?’ the girl wondered. Her eyes scanned from the screen to the clock, finding that it was almost five o’clock. ‘Time does fly when you’re having fun’ she remarked with a hint of sarcasm.

 

Though comforted by her soft bed, the girl rose from it and claimed the disk from the console. Her face was revealed now. Her lips were a dull pink, never truly knowing the gift of lipstick. Her cheeks and lower part of her face were reddened from lying on the pillow for so long. Her hair was long and unkempt, with tangles and split ends creating the hair style known as ‘scrub’. It swept down to the middle of her back. She lazily rubbed it and pulling out a few tangles with a soft grunt, obviously gained from experience. She proceeded to rub her eyes of drowsiness, opening them to reveal a dim brown colour. She felt something bubbling up, and raised her hand to her mouth in time to catch a yawn. She returned the disk currently occupying the other hand into its case and left it there. She opened the door to her room and left the mess.

 

She walked down a carefully kept hallway, with portraits of family members across time lining the cheerfully painted walls. The girl stopped at her own baby picture. She looked like any other baby; she never did understand why her mother proudly boasted how cute she was way back when. She passed the corridor of horror into the lounge room. Her mother had taken to a new TV show that had come on, and no matter was, what absorbed by it at four-thirty sharp.

 

The girl slumped her body into an empty chair and watched. Her mother looked away from the screen to her daughter. ‘Hello there zombie, how was your eternal rest?’ she joked; her mom always (attempted to) poke fun at how the girl spent most of her time on her bed. ‘Fine, though right now I could do with some bbbbrrraaaiinnnnssss’ she moaned in a zombie-like tone, she always did have to humour her mother. ‘Well, once Cooking with Darma & Greg is over, I guess I’ll start on dinner, how are you for sausages?’ her mom inquired. The girl shuddered at the thought. ‘Well fusspot, it is sausages or pot noodle, take your pick’ her mom added. ‘I think I’ll go with sausages, we don’t have any more pot noodles’ the girl replied lazily. ‘Oh yeah, I had the last one for lunch today. Well, I’ll go shopping tomorrow’ the mom replied and yawned. Holiday afternoons were always like this, bored conversation mixed with yawns.

 

The girl rose from the couch again and proceeded to her room. She passed many of the pictures, but stopped at one that always got to her. It was a classic family photo from eight years ago. She was only about nine there. It was a grey velvety backdrop, her mother in one of her old Sunday dresses, her dad a very nice sharpish suit hiding a floral Hawaiian shirt he loved so much. And between them was her, a small innocent girl wearing a clean white shirt and overalls. ‘Dad’ she muttered and walked on. It was seven years ago when it happened. Like many, his life had been cut short by fate, which the girl cursed every day.

 

The photo brought back memories, but also the pain she was forced to remember. Her mother had received the phone call and they were both down at the morgue, after the girl had pleaded that she wanted to see daddy. The morgue was a terrible place, eerie like a science fiction movie. It was kept dark, with dim lights guiding the way. Tall men in white garbs talked with her mother as that trey in the wall slid out. The sheet was removed and there was his face. He had lost his nose and a good portion of skin, but it had been him. ‘We’re terribly sorry for your lose’ the doctors said in uniformly monotone and left them. The young innocent girl saw the face, and could only cry, in unison grief with her mother. The innocence was gone, leaving only the pale bitterness of reality.

 

The girl entered her room and closed the door behind, lying onto her bed and greeting the pillow. She buried her face into and the casual tear slipped past her defenses. She rose from the pillow and wiped it away. She had always cried from the memory, though she had promised to be strong. Of course, she had considered trying to save her father with her ‘gift’ of time control, but there would’ve been no point. She had woken with the power three months ago, frightening it was, but she began to use it. It had occurred to her that she no longer needed a remote to rewind her favourite parts on television and games; they repeated themselves for when time rewound. Waiting was never an issue anymore, she could just fast forward time to whenever she wanted.

 

She knew what would’ve happened if she had tried to save her father, he would’ve died in another and equally gruesome manner. She had learned in physics after careful questioning how time travel could save people, but the professor remarked on how it would be pointless. ‘Once something happens, it cannot be changed, for the reason to go back would never have been created, so time would run its natural course’ he had explained. ‘It figures’ she had thought afterwards. She had asked the internet her issue, but always ran up dry, because no one has truly experienced the effects of time manipulation. Well, no one up until now.

 

Time ticked slowly, she hadn’t bothered to move it. In turn, she grabbed a book from her desk and blew the dust from the covers. They had been her fathers, a man deeply into westerns and war books, which had never interested her. Upon returning to the safety of the bed, the girl flipped the book on its back and read the short blurb. ‘War, no matter what, is always the same’ she remarked as her eyes skimmed over the words. ‘Gabby, dinner’s ready, come get some bbbbrrraaaiinnnnssss’ her mother called from the kitchen, though the sound was greatly reduced on the brain part. ‘Another time’ Gabriel thought and got off her bed, the springs hidden in the mattress squeaking loudly.

 

[bury the year]

Jeez, you people are hopeless. I've only gotten one or two entries so far, so I'm extending the end date to the 22nd.

[LuffyLaxer]

hurrah that's my birthday!! I'll have mines up tomorrow.

[LuffyLaxer]

[spoiler=Chapter 1: Got ya!]

The sound of Marching feet rumble through the small town of Chezedeca. The army of soldiers proudly march through the town that they have just conquered. The soldiers march through the town. They walk towards the town square and circle around the statue of the Armenian town's Mayor. The Captain then jumps on to the pedestal and begins to order the soldiers around.

 

"Men Listen," The captain said as he looked out to the thousands of soldiers there. "Take as many Armenians as you can with you. We need these from our Leaders orders. Take them alive. Any of them trying to escape kill them on sight. Now Move Out!!!" "Yes sir." The soldiers yells as they sent out into the city.

 

On the other side of the town, Vahe Bardydisan finishes his packing. Vahe runs out his house and turns down the street. *Why have they come to get us? We didn't fight back in the war. They had to come in. Good thing I planned for this.* Vahe keeps on running down the street and passes by all of the houses that he knew. He make a left onto the Valholm street. He runs down the street but then stops when he sees three soldiers.

 

The soldiers look up and spot him. "There's one. You, halt or we'll shoot." One soldiers says as the other two hold there guns up and take aim.

 

Now Vahe wasn't stupid. He had the diplomas to prove it. But this time He felt he should run. Vahe turned down the alley way and barely avoids the shots. But then Vahe runs into the captain who with a solid punch, knock Vahe unconscious. The three soldiers walk up to their captain and give him a salute.

 

"Take this boy away and put him in the Truck with the others," The captain says. The three soldiers salute again and drag Vahe's body unceremoniously towards the truck.

 

 

 

Hope you like it Rinne.