Monthly Contest *July 2014*

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June Contest is posted.  Don't Forget to Donate--- > Tarelgal  
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MAY WINNER
Since we only had ONE submission, the only writer automatically wins.  

:iconxyron7777777:  with The Fire Yawned The Fire YawnedThe fire yawned.
One may be hesitant to say that the fire yawned, if one hadn't actually witnessed the event. In fact, even if one HAD been there when it happened, one may seriously doubt their own sanity in lieu of the evidence presented. This very situation was occurring, as it happens, to the young Sarah Belle.
Sarah had always been the no-nonsense sort. Certainly not one to imagine ridiculous scenarios like fire yawning. How could it? It had no mouth, per se. No orifices to speak of, really. Yet here, in her fireplace, the fire was currently enjoying what could only be described as a lung-filling, ear-popping, eye-watering yawn. Assuming, of course, that the fire possessed lungs, ears, and eyes, respectively. What was even more bizarre, however, was when the fire spoke. The supernatural entity flared up, turning into a shade of blue that bordered violet. It's maw opened up with sparks that scattered into the hearth like falling stars. Other lights in the room seemed to dim in compa


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Memory PalaceMy memory palace was overrun long ago.
What was once rigid block and cold stone facts have
long been replaced by a luscious green curtain.
The doors have shifted, returning once more into trees
that hold up the sky rather than the roof. A mist has rolled
in, keeping me from what lies beyond my immediate vicinity.
At the center, where a library once sported catalogues and
analogies, instead a clearing plays host to a single tree,
burning red and stealing my attention, as it always does.
There's nothing I can do to extinguish the flames, as they
light more abandoned pages. Clips from memories long past
flitter from the sky like confetti ashes floating on unseen currents.
The confetti whispers to me. It tells me "She wasn't a mother,
she was an absentee ballot. She deserved the title, only when
it was immediately preceded by the word 'surrogate.' "
It whispers "He wasn't a brother. He was another frightened
kid who had to leave because the abuse was too much.
He deserved everything but wh
PrescriptionsIt's nights like this that I start to think
there's nothing I could do, here on the brink.
I remember that the cause was lost before I started.
Everything that gathers is destined to be parted.
So why am I here, so deep in the pursuit,
Of a life that's yet to even bear fruit?
Oh that's right, the image remains.
"Heads up, chest out, put back on your chains.
Here's the medicine, be sure you're complying.
And forget about her." (God help me I'm trying)
The smile hides the question "Is this the new me?"
I take another pill with "Who am I meant to be?"
Maybe this is simply where the problem begins-
pills can't absolve me of all my sins
No better than white paint poured from gasoline tanks
Given to the oppressed as an offer of thanks.
No, I'm the one at fault, the cause of this grief
So chant with me, children; "Hell to the Chief."
I come back to myself, in small bursts of creativity.
Are these pills what's natural, or is this proclivity?
What's the difference between depression and di

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CONTEST NEWS

A Picture is worth 1000 words.  That saying has always stuck in my mind.  I had these story cards and I thought why not use those for the contest.  This is a monthly contest.  I wanted in to be easy but I also wanted it to be fun.  

Rules
1) Story must be 1000 words. No more. No less.  You can use this online wordcounter.net to see if you have 1000.  That is what the admins will be using to check.

2) Must be your work

3) Relate to the picture.  

4) Correct use or grammar and spelling.

Voting

Voting will be done via poll on the group.  So your peers and members can vote on best story.  

Prize

Winner will get a feature blog, with winning piece and three other works.  It will be featured until the next winner is decided then the piece will go into contest winners folder.

Contest Starts:7/1/2014

Contest Ends: 8/31/2014

Contest is extended due to cards being already packed away. ~Founder

I hope we get some submissions!!! Maybe changed, so Please check back closer to end date.


Alright so here is the picture for the JULY/AUGUST contest:



Easy one right...  

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Your, tired but awake, founder
Tarelgal
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AfroChica94's avatar
Wow, just missed it! At least I know about it now. Can't wait to try the next one! :D (Big Grin)