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2023

Aidyn Levet

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I want to get my entry in before the deadline and I already cut the plot back a lot towards the ending. I hope it's still good.
I also didn't have time to edit it, but grammar isn't marked as high as plot anyways. I also typed this up just today, so it's probably not that great, but that's up to you to decide I guess.

02-Jun-2010 22:05:08 - Last edited on 02-Jun-2010 22:11:44 by Aidyn Levet

Jul

2023

Aidyn Levet

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"The Middle of an Hourglass"

The television droned on in the background as I sat down at the table for breakfast. Just another ordinary day. Sit down, have a nice bowl of Cheerios as I read the paper and vaguely listen to the news. Yep. My life is interesting. The news reporter was saying something about some military experimentation going on in a remote location in the Mojave Desert.
I folded the paper to listen to it more closely.
I hope they did*’t need me today. Wait. I’m a General. Why wasn’t I informed of this military activity in the Mojave?
I jolt upright, and run for the phone. Hastily, I dial the Head of Operations Management and Information Expert, Grant Burton.
“Grant, this is General Steve Wilder. I want to know what this is I’m hearing on the news about a military experiment in the desert.”
I waited for a response. He took his time to respond, as he was no doubt sifting through the information at his disposal, which was just about everything, except the classified projects. Those were withheld in secure locations, but their codenames were no doubt scattered across other files in a way that hid their meaning.
He finally came through the other end.
“There’s nothing here about any DesOps. Are you sure the Civvies’ credible?”
“Grant, it’s DNL. Of course it’s credible.”
“Well, if there’s nothing here, it doesn’t exist. That means that they have the story wrong, or that it’s some other militant group. I’ll get people on it to monitor the situation. Just relax and enjoy your leave.”
He hung up with a click. I held the phone to my ear for a while longer, listening to the drone of the line, before hanging up.
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02-Jun-2010 22:05:55 - Last edited on 02-Jun-2010 22:10:40 by Aidyn Levet

Jul

2023

Aidyn Levet

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“Hurry! Get that tent set up!’ the leader of the secret ops shouted out commands to his subordinates.
Men were running around in a frenzy, each with their own assigned tasks. The device was set up and ready to be tested as soon as the order was given. The tents were taking a bit longer to set up, delaying the whole experiment.
The tent went up, and everyone huddled inside it.
The surveillance drone the military sent in hovered outside the tent to better hear the conversations.
“...limited amount of time before the military figures out what’s going on here. So, as soon as we can, let’s get that device working!” the leader shouted, rallying the men.
The scientists rush over to where the device is and begin to check their instruments, confirm their readings and ask for confirmation on activation. The leader of the group gives a nod, and they press a few buttons on an instrument panel. The device begins to whir to life. Strange. It doesn’t sound like the whir of gears or moving parts or electricity.
Suddenly, the ground pulses. Waves of...something, are sent through the sand. The men have all retreated back inside the tent. The wind blows, and causes the sand to swirl in the air. No, not the wind. There is no wind today.
The sand begins to rise together, forming an almost “V” shaped pattern. It looked as if every grain of sand was acting as if they were birds, flying in formation.
*Transmission Terminated*
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02-Jun-2010 22:07:32 - Last edited on 02-Jun-2010 22:07:51 by Aidyn Levet

Jul

2023

Aidyn Levet

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The phone rings. I sigh, turning off the TV to answer it.
“Steve, this is Grant.”
“What’s going on?”
“About that news report...”
“Yeah?”
“It’s not us, but it definitely is someone.”
“Grant, now what the hell’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means that We want you to warn the people of Nevada. A storm’s coming in, and it’s coming in hot.”
The click of the line going dead made it impossible to ask how he was to go about doing that.
He knew he would have to avoid causing a panic. They had trained him enough for him to know that just as well as he knew how to breathe. But...how was he supposed to get the whole state to listen to him? Especially when he hadn’t been briefed on what was happening. Press conferences couldn’t just...happen. They had to be planned...organised.
The TV came on again suddenly. A man appeared on the screen wearing a black ski mask.
“My name is unnecessary. My words are all that should matter to the people of Nevada. You have ravaged the deserts on which you build your city, your casinos and strip clubs. You have sullied the natural habitat of this desert with your gambling, ************ and gangs. It is for this reason that we have decided to take back the desert from you, on behalf of the preservation of the natural Mojave Desert. We do not want the desert for ourselves. We merely wish to see the desert as it once was, nothing more. Unfortunately, this means that everyone in the ****** cities that plague the desert must be wiped out, swiftly and efficiently. We are the eye of the storm, the Middle of the Hourglass.”
The feed went dead.

There was a whooshing sound outside as the sand swooped in. It was as bad as hail. Sideways brown hail. The tiny grains were moving incredibly fast, tearing through buildings with the sheer weight they could muster together.
So much for no panic.

02-Jun-2010 22:08:27

Jul

2023

Aidyn Levet

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The taller buildings were already devastated, some of them beginning to collapse onto other buildings. It was unlike anything anyone had ever seen before. Sand toppling buildings.
It seemed impossible. Yet there it was, happening before my eyes. It did*’t take long for it to be over. Soon, the whole city was covered in sand once again, and me with it. Covered in a sea of sand.
The End

02-Jun-2010 22:08:54 - Last edited on 02-Jun-2010 22:09:21 by Aidyn Levet

Dec

2008

Supreme Pac

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Last edited on 02-Jun-2010 09:38:20 by ITIalevolent
Hmm, I thought so.
With thanks to my incredible detective skills, and Google, I found that Paccehh's story has been posted on 'deviantART.'
Paccehh, if you're wondering; there's two places where you forgot to change the character's names.
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*claps*
Amazing detective work my friend *chuckles* but did you even bother to ask yourself hm...is WildWolfMoon94 her account? I figure deviantart didn't count as an "older thread" so I posted it and changed the names to runescape pirate ones obviously missed a spot thanks for pointing it out though but... I'll resign if it makes everyone feel better.

02-Jun-2010 22:11:44 - Last edited on 03-Jun-2010 00:31:26 by Supreme Pac

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The Mystery of Humanity's Greatest Skill
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Bedazzled.
Confounded.
Lost.
These are one’s sentiment when attempting literacy. A blanket of ignorance enshrouds humanity’s true talent and colour. I slouch here, pondering the greatest mystery of all... The immortalised wordsmiths, William Shakespeare, Charles Dickens, Thomas Hardy, unravelled the puzzles of words creating eulogies, elegies and requiems of boundless beauty. How do they do it!?
Looking through the dazzling windows into the firmament, immaculate clouds drift through the Heavens without a worry in the world. Two humble swallows circle in the breeze, bonded by a covenant in adulate partnership. The incandescent radiance of the celestial sun bathed my body, a source of inspiration. Ah, yes... Inspiration. Then it dawns upon me.
Writing is no skill, it cannot be indoctrinated into one’s mind. Inspiration lies deep down in our hearts.
People’s denial of their abilities is superficial; this lack of belief mitigates one’s true potential.
My pen rests steady. The only aid I need is my primal instinct... The instinct that drove Shakespeare to prominence. I need no thesaurus, no dictionary, and no tutor. My only arsenal is humanity’s atavistic gift of writing, from deep within our sub-consciousness...
An expression of renewed determination dawns upon my face.
My pen touches the paper...

02-Jun-2010 22:22:49

Jun

2010

Eri Vi

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I'm sorry Paccehh? At what point did I say you DID plagiarise?
That was actually my first thought, so I looked through all the stories trying to find any others that matched both that account and your RS one.
I didn't find any, but knowing your prowess as a writer, I assumed that it was still just double-posted – not plagiarised.

03-Jun-2010 03:45:37 - Last edited on 03-Jun-2010 03:48:30 by Eri Vi

Crocefisso

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"Il duca della luna"
~A short story by Crocefisso
for the 'On the Sea' competiton
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'According to the findings of ancient astronomer Scorpius, the moon’s elliptical orbit has changed significantly over time in terms of distance from the earth. He calculated that, at some point in the future, the distance of the moon shall be, at times, so far that the tides sink to new lows, and, other times, so close that the tides shall rise indefinitely and, what’s more, the moon could be accessible to any creatures with braveness in their hearts'
~
Under the blanket of night’s sky, dotted with stars that shone like distant opals, giving off a candescent light in which the world basked peacefully that night. In a dilapidated old harbour town, this peacefulness was broken by the gentle patter of footsteps on a rotting wooden pier. A man wheezed as he ran, clutching a ladder under his arm. As he came to the end of the pier, he did not slow down; he did not stop, but merely kept going and, upon reaching the end, jumped with all the strength his legs allowed. He landed inside the little timber boat with a soft thud.
“You’re late!” the dog exclaimed, glancing at his wristwatch.
“Sorry, sir," the man said, still panting from the exertion, “But the shop nearby was all out of ladders. I had to go to the one further inland.”
“That’s no excuse.” Sneered the cat as she groomed herself.
“Yes, yes, never mind,” the dog barked as he handed a pair of oaken oars to the man, “Let’s not get personal. Man, row.”
With that, the man took the oars and began the monotonous, circular motions which allowed the boat to progress outwards, towards the open ocean, which looked ominously dark in the moonlight. The small boat cut a seamless path through the jet black waters, which lapped against the side of the boat, spraying the man’s red face and making his laborious task a little more bearable.
(continued)

03-Jun-2010 12:30:06 - Last edited on 03-Jun-2010 12:37:43 by Crocefisso

Crocefisso

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“It’s your fault,” sneered the cat, noticing the man’s tired expression, “You were foolish enough to wander into that General’s grasp, foolish enough to get yourself captured, enslaved, and tortured. We freed you, man, we risked life and limb for your liberty. This is how you can repay us.”
“Was the gift of fifty thousand gold pieces and my wife for a night not enough? I gave you those too.”
“Now then,” the dog intervened, "I don’t want arguments. Man wouldn’t be free without our help, we wouldn’t be able to carry this out without his assistance. Since we’re here now, let’s get on with it and be friends.”
He cast a stern gaze over the cat and the man, both of whom lowered their heads, subject to his iron will, and continued with their menial tasks. As he lay back on the wooden plank on which he was sat, the dog removed his top hat and took a pair of minute binoculars from the pockets of his velvet tailcoat. He used this instrument to gaze at the moon in great detail, awestruck; he was tuned out of reality for quite some time. Only the man’s innocent silence disturbed him.
“What are we doing, rowing out to sea at night at a harvest moon, with a ladder?” Exasperatedly, the cat replied.
“We’re going to climb it of course.”
~
“Stop!” Upon hearing the dog’s bark, the weary man laid down his oars and rose from the uncomfortable, wooden plank. As he stood, his balance faltered, and he fell into the crystalline waters with a splash. The splashes of ice cold water which entered the boat were met with curses from the cat and dog. Once he had climbed back into the boat, and allowed the chattering of his teeth and shivering of his limbs to subside, the man once again stood up, a little more cautiously, and looked up at the moon.
(continued)

03-Jun-2010 12:31:02 - Last edited on 03-Jun-2010 12:38:10 by Crocefisso

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