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A White Wolf

A White Wolf

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Like Poller said, Uber, you can't use a piece that is affiliated with another story. It's cheating because you're relying on the plot lines and character development from the rest of the story.
I want a brand new 4,000 char short because working in limited space is part of the challenge.
I was wondering where you went, by the way, Poller.
Malevolent, it's meant to be open-ended so if you're proud of two+ stories you've done, you can post both. Then, you list the number of story posts for each individual story, which must be above 10 to be up for review.
Let it be known that I loathe and despise these laughably unneeded and unnecessary forum changes, and will likely not be around much as a result, since they're basically completely ruined the forums.

22-Apr-2010 22:02:52

Poller5
Dec Member 2023

Poller5

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Heh, I've been (in)famously inactive 'round these parts recently. I'm planning on being much more active again, but that's easier to say than to carry out, so we'll see how long I stick around this time.
Should be a while, though.

23-Apr-2010 09:21:54

Eri Vi
Jun Member 2010

Eri Vi

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Application Form:
Name you'd like to be called:
Malevolent, Mal or Ael, but feel free to call me anything you want.
Stories that are best examples of your talent:
“>-> ... Jasmine ... <-<” QFC: 49-50-777-60744861,
and “Seren's Potent Blade” QFC: 49-50-744-60768017.
Estimated Number of STORY Posts on said story: MUST BE MORE THAN 10!
14 and 11 (so far) respectively.
Reason I should Accept you:
‘Tis my belief that I’m worthy of this guild, or at least will be with practice. I try my upmost to give constructive criticism and help to those who need it, and will always read and advise if asked.
I’m making an attempt, however feeble, at getting the community more involved in each other’s work.
I believe that being part of this guild, gaining the respect and support of the better known authors (who all seem to reside in this guild), would help me in that cause.
Please take a look at “READ THIS” (I realise now the generic title probably repels most readers...) at QFC: 49-50-666-60768635, for a look at my ‘community-building’ ideas.
Time on Forums:
I have been active since about mid-March, so a little over a month.
Time Spent Writing:
I really only started writing February this year, so about two months. I have written one or two short stories before that though.
.........¸.•*´¨)
.....¸•´......(..•*´¨)
¸.•´.................álevolent

29-Apr-2010 07:45:53

Eri Vi
Jun Member 2010

Eri Vi

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~~They Play Human~~
~~A Cow's Story~~
The fat, unintelligent creature stood in the colourless paddock, cramped so tight it couldn’t move. It bent its robust head to the ground, looking for that last remnant of food; it took a small step backwards on its infected hooves, grunting in pain. The cow bumped into its sister, one of the few animals it had been with since birth, yet never truly known. It stood, stranded, in an artificial world.
Its large, distant eyes focused in on a few blades of grass, growing out of its own manure. Large, rubbery lips clamped around their food and tugged it out of the ground. Its life so far had been lived out in a large paddock, told when to feed, told when to drink. Then a gate had opened, they ran towards it, or away from the dull, red tractor. It wasn’t important either way; it was all forgotten soon enough.

A commanding shock ran along its body as a steel bar was rammed into its hind leg. The animal protested, but was forced, by torment, to follow through the tarnished, aluminium gate. It slowly made its reluctant way down the frosty, dirt path, unwittingly moving towards a predefined purpose.
It stood alone in a sturdy fenced pen, still looking for nourishment on the desolate concrete floor. The door creaked open, grating on the rough, uneven ground, a man of grim appearance emerged, axe in hand. The cow raised its head in interest, ears flicking back and forth. It appeared to trust the man as he ran a gnarled and blemished hand along its neck, the thick finger bones rubbing deep into the animal’s soft neck.
The cow looked for support, for understanding, from the man who had fed it and cleaned it. This man was its father, he had been there at its birth; he had always watched over him, from a distance. Even if it tried, the cow could not fathom the power of his being, so it laid its faith in it, that because it seemed so absolute it would make all decisions for it.
A nauseating crunch was heard, then a thud.

29-Apr-2010 07:46:22 - Last edited on 30-Apr-2010 03:41:31 by Eri Vi

Eri Vi
Jun Member 2010

Eri Vi

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The axe lay quivering in a block of wood. With a grunt, the man wrenched it out again. Callously unlatching a machete from his rawhide belt, he made a long incision across the leathery underbelly of the cow. The skin split behind the blade, spilling blood soaked intestine sideways across the floor; it ran like water. The cow's brown eyes were glazed, as simple and naive as in life.

She brought the knife down with a thud, blood poured. The finely-honed, steel blade sliced seamlessly through the thick flesh, again and again, hefty chunks fell onto the polished, stone bench.
Her steady, crimson-tainted, hands dug forcefully into the wedges of thickly-veined meat and lobbed them into a dark, alloy vessel, then smothered them with oil.
Dry wood lay in a pile, a spark ignited, and it combusted with oxygen. The oil simmered as the range was lit below it, the pale, orange flames crashed against the copper pan like waves at a boat, the temperature was unbearable. The still-bleeding portions of animal tissue sizzled and ripped as the outer layers tore in the heat, and the traces of water expanded. Boiling sanguine juices spilled out through the porous meat.
The pan was lifted from the blazing inferno at its belly and placed on a small granite slab. The contents, now seared on the outside and warm and pink in their centres, are emptied onto dull, silver platters along with roasted, mashed and blended plant life.
They’re left to cool, a moment without pain.
The respite was short lived, as scorching hot sauce was poured mercilessly upon them.
A shout is quickly absorbed in the masses of people, “Steaks are up!”
Forks stab, blunt knives tear, and they’re ripped to pieces again. Torn apart, thrown into a black abyss; they’re smothered in darkness, drowned in saliva and destroyed my unbreakable enamel. The white daggers gleam in the light, then crushing darkness, light, and then crushing dark.

29-Apr-2010 07:46:41 - Last edited on 30-Apr-2010 03:43:34 by Eri Vi

Eri Vi
Jun Member 2010

Eri Vi

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There you go!
Even if I don't get in, I hope you enjoy reading my stories. :)
Oh yes, I forgot to say.
Any views expressed in this are not necessarily my own.
I hope I don’t offend any people of religion, that was not my intention.

29-Apr-2010 07:51:02 - Last edited on 29-Apr-2010 08:00:34 by Eri Vi

Cozmic

Cozmic

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*returns*
It may be a bit late, but I put the new QFC up on the old thread. :P
Mind changing my name on the list to "Cozmic", Wolfeh? I'd like it with a capital C, as I plan to change it in a month to have one.
Edit: Arg, dangit, I forgot that posts after page 200 bumped the thread... sorry. :P

30-Apr-2010 02:58:12 - Last edited on 30-Apr-2010 02:59:44 by Cozmic

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