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Ladies and gentlemen, the time has come for us writers to take center stage for a time. The Black Garden as well as our friends over in Arts and Stuff are going to host a contest that is solely devoted to writers. The rules are simple.
For any who wish to enter, you are tasked with writing a short little anecdote that is to have a maximum of 300 words. The location for this piece of work is to be located in the picture provided above. The deadline for entering is this Sunday(14th) at midnight. For any who wish to enter, please submit your stories by placing them in the comments.
Judging will be done in two phases. The first phase will consist of a Panel of both groups reading over each story and deciding which seven are the best of the best. Once the first stage is complete, we shall hand it over to you, the audience, to decide who is ranked number one as lore master. The Winner of this contest shall receive a print of the Buried City signed by the Destiny writing team.
Good luck and Be Brave.
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Hope I posted this right. I'm new to the Bungie forums. And hopefully someday a Bungie writer. ;) So here's my little story, had to cut some things out at first because it was simply to long. I can't even begin to remember, it's been so long everything has just fallen apart. The whole foundation has become one with the Earth again, as it once was. Just as Atlantis descended into the great blue, our buried city now lays somewhere beneath the golden sand. I look down to where the street and cars use to be, but there is nothing but grains. The buildings that surround me, the structures that once filled with people going on about their daily routines, now crumble slowly as the days pass on by. I close my eyes and take in everything, this use to be my home, and there is no better place than home. Until now. Ever since I lost her I've been on the run, these creatures, these thing's that took over our planet are relentless. I'm just trying to survive now, it's getting tiresome though. The running, the fighting and ever-growing feeling of loneliness. It takes a toll on me. I've heard about this thing called the Traveler, the mythical ball from the heavens that descended on the only safe city in the world now. It's my destination, and I hope it proves to be what I've heard. I carry a small backpack with me, only taking the essentials that I'll need. My weapon, food and water along with a picture of my angel...my daughter. This city haunts my memories, It was here where she died. This exact building, this exact spot where I stand. We were trying to leave before the fallen came, we were to late though. We tried running but she fell, I picked her up to realize she had been shot. Tears dripped from her eyes, her cries ringed in my ears. There was nothing I could do. I had to stop her pain.