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Logan Shafts
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Logan Shafts

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Well, Chuk, I know you're busy, so I wouldn't expect you to get on all the time.
Basically I'm just asking if I can add your name to a list, so that if you happen to be on and have time, people will know they can ask you because you have the authority.
If you look at page 2 post 3, I try to explain the basic idea there.

10-Sep-2010 06:34:25

Chuk

Chuk

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Well you can put me down, I guess, and I'll see what I can do.
If I start failing in responsibilities, feel free to pull me out, though. I won't take it personally. :P

10-Sep-2010 07:04:25 - Last edited on 10-Sep-2010 07:04:37 by Chuk

LovelyMelons

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So for this contest you just write about anything you want, but make it as short as possible? I'd like to know before I submit anything.
(P.S: This is Pownhydra/Aprostidy submitting a story for this thread FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER! W00T!)

10-Sep-2010 18:23:46

LovelyMelons

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The scarlet coals and firewood cackled indistinctly, smouldering the fireplace with a thick coating of blackened ash, causing the innards to melanize into a morbid estate of darkness. The smoky warmth billowed throughout the room, wondering adrift within the mercy of the air. A chromatic gray assailed the man’s nostrils, demoralizing whatever left of his prescribed apathy to a slow, subtle stop. He clutched the frame to his chest, depositing whatever left of his emotions into that tainted picture, mocking him every time his eyes fell upon it.
The man stood up from the chair, his back paining him as he forced his spine into somewhat of an erect position. He sighed heavily, placing the gilded picture frame onto the cherry wood coffee table. He bent over the table, retrieving a tobacco pipe from its glass encasement. He walked into his musty old kitchen, searching through his drawers for his stash of shredded tobacco leafs. The third drawer to the left of the sink revealed the contents of a crumpled old brown paper bag filled with about two pipes* worth of tobacco still left inside. He slipped his hand through the crack of the drawer, enclosing his hand over the ground material. He took his hand out of the bag, revealing the baccy.
He stuffed the mouth of the pipe with the tobacco, then reached into his pockets. His fingers felt a little box, indicating it was in fact his box of matches. He retrieved it, sliding the cardboard drawer open, revealing seventeen little matches placed delicately in a neat manner. He took one, shutting the cartridge as he set the cerise head to the traction panel. He scraped it against it twice, and then repeating the process one more time, finally igniting it. He carefully lifted it to his pipe, his left hand curving around around the flame to keep it lively and dancing. He set it to the baccy, instantly lighting it. He put the nozzle to his lips, inhaling the smoke into his lungs. He held it for approximately twelve seconds, then he ex-

10-Sep-2010 20:11:43 - Last edited on 10-Sep-2010 20:22:54 by LovelyMelons

LovelyMelons

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exhaled through his nostrils, the smoke billowing throughout the room. He lifted it to his mouth once again, smoking it as he began to thoughtfully consider what would become of him.
He pondered whether he should abandon his frowsty apartment and abscond with the burden of murder on his back, or face them like a real man and suffer the penalty. No, he couldn’t let them catch him. If they found out what he had done to his wife, they’d kill him. He frowned, blowing smoke from his mouth. Yes, that was exactly what they would do- they’d put him in the Chair. He couldn’t let that happen to him. He made up his mind at once, extinguishing his pipe under the faucet and bustling over to his suitcase. He had to leave immediately, for they would be arriving at any time between that very hour and the next day. He hurriedly grabbed his leather jacket and hat from his closet and stuffed three pairs of mismatched clothing into his suitcase, along with the rest of his tobacco and his pipe. As he approached the door, there came a knocking. The man’s eyes visibly widened, his face growing pale.
The knocking came once more, this time increasingly louder. “This is the police, open up.” the man clenched his suitcase, swallowing hard. “We are fully aware of your presence, Mr. Berrel. Open up!” the people from the other side shouted, banging on the door. “M-mr. Berrel isn’t here, good sirs.” the man lied through his teeth, desperately searching for his pistol. His eyes scanned the room, quickly surveying under every nook and cranny, worriedly. His eyes fell on a jet black nozzle protruding from underneath the chair. Bullets began to fly through the door, firing rapidly upon the man. As he closed in on the pistol, the door burst open, revealing three police officers wielding handguns in either hand. The man tumbled over the armchair, holding his pistol to his neck. “There! Shoot!” one officer announced, pointing to the man behind the arm. The officers fired at the man, shooting with

10-Sep-2010 20:27:53

LovelyMelons

LovelyMelons

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intricate accuracy. The man peered over the side, met by a single bullet sailing through his forehead. The man fell backwards into the legs of the coffee table, his head slamming into the delicate glass, shattering it into a hundred little pieces. His limp body fell onto the glass, impaling him in multiple areas in his backside. The officers glanced over the corpse, the single picture of a woman toppling over his blood-stained face, indicating he was the killer. They shuffled about the corpse, concluding that was the end of it. They taped the scene in yellow and proceeded out the door, leaving the man and the tape behind them.

10-Sep-2010 20:28:17

Logan Shafts
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Logan Shafts

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Chuk:
Don’t worry about trying to stop in all the time. I just want you to know that if something is going down and I’m not here, you have the authority to step in and do something about it. =]
Of course, it’s important that everybody else knows that too, hence the list.
Thanks for your support, it means a lot.

10-Sep-2010 21:12:27

Logan Shafts
Dec Member 2023

Logan Shafts

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Labryinths:
While I’m glad to see you post a story here, and it was an interesting (if confusing) story, I can’t accept it as a contest entry.
I would be fine letting you slide on it, but if I do, then others will expect me to let them slide on it too, and then the 2 post limit becomes meaningless.
Also, ‘brevity’ is 3/7ths of the grade, so you would be sacrificing any real chance of winning by submitting a story that long.
I hope you come up with something a bit shorter to submit, though.
Goodluck.

10-Sep-2010 21:12:28 - Last edited on 10-Sep-2010 21:22:05 by Logan Shafts

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