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Story Contest -- Changes
Host: Mod Craddock
Score: 93
A man sat within his chair, eyes closed and hand clenched. In his arthritic fingers, the man held a book which, though empty of pages, stated in faded gold leaf upon the cover, “Diary”.
The pages, which just moments before constituted the empty carcass of binding within the man’s hand, were strewn about the room, their left sides all characterized by the same scarring pattern of fractal tears. Some papers were wrinkled, some formed to an unconcentrated mass of folds and creases, but not one page displayed the blank stare of the man, who had by now also relinquished the empty covering, letting it join the massive conglomeration of memories on the floor around him.
A few of the pages were aged with use and recollection, their contents indiscernible in the faint twilight entreating passage at the window lattice. More of the pages, however, displayed the effects of misuse and anger, their words ripped apart and their contents pleading for ignorance. Only a single series remained fully intact. Arranged along the desk before the immobile man, these six pages remained untouched by the ravages of time and frustration.
The pages were all dated along the top and the man had ordered them chronologically. The first letter on the left had a few cryptic remarks partly obscured by a small spill of ink which had covered most of the first half of the page. Below this stain, a poorly etched heart resided, followed by these words:
I saw her again today. We spoke for a short period, but I have yet to learn past her
first name. She smiled after I made a poor joke, and I tried to laugh. It was fantastic,
with her.
-- Happier

06-Apr-2008 00:57:33 - Last edited on 29-Apr-2009 02:23:35 by Yrolg

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The next entry was labeled for a year afterwards. Instead of an ink staining the page, smudges were readily discernible in the lines, looking to be from some form of small water droplets. The heart which began the entry was much more artistic than the previous.
She said yes. I can’t believe that after all of my foul-ups that *** would **tually
say yes ***haven’t started planning the wedding yet, but I know tha***t’ll be
terr****.
-- Better
The next entry bore no stain upon its skin. The heart scrawled upon the page, unlike the others, was filled in with ink, so old and dry that some of the sable ink—so fragile after its arduous life—had cracked after its violent removal from the binding, its resting place of so many years.
We married today. I won** know how everyone else liked it, but we loved it, we
loved each other. It rained today, just like when I proposed. She wants to move
to a suburb of Catherby. Apparently it doesn’t rain there. I think we’re going to
move there. She says its beautiful, but I don’t care. We need to get her away from
him.
-- Lover
A wind began outside, sneaking arid dust into the darkening room. Already it had covered the window’s sill, and upon this gust’s instigation, it ascended the desk, covering the third and fourth letters. The fifth, however, remained impeccable. Even the heart was perfectly drawn, its inside filled with a beautifully ferruginous red. A small cup was set upon the edge of the desk, towards the window; the previously clear liquid within it was now a cuprous color. Next to this glass laid a small dagger, the tool for the binding’s destruction, whose point lay atop this fifth page.

06-Apr-2008 00:57:34 - Last edited on 29-Apr-2009 02:11:22 by Yrolg

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It had been going on for weeks. As I said, it’s been noticeable, the change in her. Almost obnoxious. I found them asleep, her in his arms. When we moved to Catherby, I thought
that it would stop. When I confronted her about it, I thought that it would stop. Her being,
her love for me, remains only in my heart. She will forever be forsaken in my mind.
-- Killer
The sixth and final letter had no heart. It was stained with small red dots, sporadically strewn across the paper. The knife, whose tip the wind had blown over the sixth paper, dripped upon the paper, its sanguine deposits seeping across the page.
She killed me. I had known since the beginning what she was doing, but I had always
been too proud to let myself believe it. Finally, when I had caught her in the act, she
agreed to stop. Failure after failure, I still trusted her, and she continually let me down,
and after each of these failures, I began to drift from my relationship with her. I began to
lose interest in the world. I began to want one thing, and one thing only. That’s why I did
it. That’s why I killed: I wanted her to know what it feels like.
-- Vindicator

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Story Contest -- Changes
Host: Mod Craddock
Score: 90
Small flakes of blossoming white fell from the dark and hazy sky. Their white periphery only sometimes contained the intrusive layer of burning red, markedly contumacious in its effrontic zeal. The snow fell upon the charred ground and blackening river, slowly mixing into the paludal water that no longer rushed along in its search for the sea. The dam of fallen trees which stemmed the river’s flow was aught but growing smaller as its tributaries hefted endless torrents of debris.
The great conglomeration of fires that razed and ravaged at the forest’s heart had already devoured the great pines of Asgarnia. It had demolished the villages; annihilated the forest life. The plumes of smoke erupting from its rampant flames burst into the surrounding sky, ostracizing any life braving its frontier. The carcasses littering the forest floor emanated a multitude of effluvium, only adding to the ful*ginous smog.
A lone hawk circled the ghastly remains, screeching out into the effulgent night. The inferno had devoured its nest and mate; the eggs laid – those not yet pillaged by the now exanimate – fried in the smoldering fire, gemmaceous fledglings immolated to the great fires of Nature’s fury.
The fish so long its sustenance had amassed along the river’s bank, slowly floating out as the river swelled. Long dead, the fish caused the repulsive waters to reek of smouldering flesh, wafting the noxious fetor into the arid surroundings. Solemnly, the hawk flew over this toxic wasteland, racing the inferno in its inexorable rate of desecration.

06-Apr-2008 00:57:36 - Last edited on 29-Apr-2009 02:23:55 by Yrolg

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The hissing curse of the conflagration -- caused by the rubricating flakes as they fell upon the flames -- edged the hawk on as it absconded. Larger, atramentous flakes by now joined their white brethren, decorating the blotted, black sky with a leucosabilic dance, small embers floating idly down. These gliding bits of rubious tinsel floating from the heavens outlined the departing form of the hawk, so eager to be gone and on its way. Indeed, its frenzied wings’ erratic rhythm was a natural disturbance to the heinousness of the cataclysmic inferno.
Hungry, it had yet to fly over the sea of dying ***cine delicti, lethiferous poison to so many animals previous. It knew to fly on, to the way distant main, just past the blackened wizard’s tower and then past the great, white city of Falador, and past the hills of White Wolf Mountain. The fire, inexorable in its advances, had already destroyed all western Gilienor. Its daemonic flames had passed through to Zanaris, and to Purro-Purro. Even the Wilderness did not escape the tempestuous glare of the razing inferno; its already desolate landscape bore further testament to the blazing hell that had wrought itself upon the land.
The hawk knew it must try to outlast the crazed inferno, so alive in its unnatural ferocity. Appreciating the inevitable failure of its endeavors, the hawk still did fly on. Yet despite the hawk's vain attempts to outrun the daemonic fire did so very little to save itself from the human race.

06-Apr-2008 00:57:36 - Last edited on 29-Apr-2009 02:13:27 by Yrolg

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Story Contest -- Themes
Host: Mod Craddock
Score: 85
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Paul muttered, softly muffled in the dark and empty room. He stood up, and paced back and forth, his chair swirling when on one pass, Paul kicked it. Now stopped, Paul threw his fists against the back of his chair: “You have got to be KIDDING me!”
It had been fifteen months of work but *still* there were bugs. “Fifteen months of bloody work, and still nothing! ANDREW!” Paul yelled out, impatient for the imminent reunion. “Andrew! It’s crashed again!”
“It crashed? I fixed that last week, Paul,” a voice was heard to call back. The empty office echoed with the shouting match, and as the two voices echoed along the surrounding hallways, spreading throughout the building, a third voice was faintly heard, entreating some indiscernible thing.
“ANDREW!!” Paul called out again, turning from the desk and stomping a frenzied march over to the door whence the second voice came. Just as he opened the door, Paul saw a man rise from his own desk, facing away. He was fiddling with a large black and silver box, taller even than he.
“OI! What the hell are you doing?” Paul demanded of his brother, who jumped from his position at the box.
“I’m just checking the server. You said it crashed, so I wanted to be sure that it wasn’t the same problem as before. That last time cost me about a week of work, and it cost us both a hefty sum of money.” Andrew had again turned to face the server, and had begun administering a great series of tests to each of its ports.
“Well, save your ‘intelligence’ for later, Andrew. I need your help with something out there,” his brother responded, already walking back to his desk. “Fifteen months!! This quest is truly a task of the Devil,” Paul stated on his way back, frustrated by his umpteenth failure.

06-Apr-2008 00:57:41 - Last edited on 29-Apr-2009 02:29:01 by Yrolg

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Andrew, hurriedly plugging the cords back into the massive server, softly mumbled to his brother a few words of little consolation. “Paul, this is the fiftieth quest: of course it’s going to be hard to make. I mean, look, you started with the goal of twenty fifth, and now you’re on to fiftieth. At least the company’s making progress.”
“Look, Andrew: I died. The whole plot’s messed up; I couldn’t even get Constant to survive the doppelgänger’s control! We need to fix it.”
[Disclaimer: The above two posts were from a story contest finale in which users were expected to continue a story written by someone previous. The inclosure of Paul and Andrew Gower as well as Constant Tedder was not of my choice.]

06-Apr-2008 00:57:41 - Last edited on 29-Apr-2009 02:15:42 by Yrolg

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