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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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Edited by DanTheMormonian: 7/15/2013 3:12:02 AMThe sun was behind my back, faint and dull, for pollution and decay had obscured its rays. As I crept through the decaying remnants of an era long gone, no matter where I went, I could never stop appreciating natures beauty. The ground was a rich brownish red. I looked at the buildings, old and decrepit; representations of their creators dreams and accomplishments. The place held a surreal beauty and a chilling presence. I looked down and noticed the skeletons here and there, their white bones in contrast with the red sand. I couldn't help but wonder what their lives had been like? I noticed movement too late as an explosion hit my left side. I lurched into cover, the pain was unbearable, my armor had been shredded. As I lay there, I heard movement approaching behind me and knew in my current state I would most likely die. I thought about the sacrifices that I’d made to be able to be here. I had always wanted to serve, to protect the world, but I had been born with physical limitations that harshly lowered my physical ability. I remembered how I worked and slaved, to push my body to its limits, and that after several years and more pain than I had ever endured, I had reached my goal and was able to be a Guardian. This was the ultimate gift I could give, that I would give my life for the protection of our kind, and I knew there was no better honor. I remembered the love I felt for my world and its people, and I remembered my duty. I rose up and met my enemies head on, I wouldn't give up, I wouldn't lose!!! This, was my Destiny.