2nd Place

1000 points from PoetryOD

150 points from LadyLincoln
A journal feature from Persistent-Practice
 A journal feature from Sammur-amat

3rd Place

500 points from PoetryOD

100 points from LadyLincoln
A journal feature from Persistent-Practice
 A journal feature from Sammur-amat
A critique and journal feature from mormonbookworm
A critique, journal feature and llama from DailyBreadCafe

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Entries will be accepted only if posted between 20th July - 17th August 2013 in GMT.
Due to the nature and purpose of this competition original characters only please. You may, however, use existing environments (for example; Battlestar Galactica, frak yeah!)
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Current Entries

Knots and Tree BarkHer hair was full of knots tangled with the trees
It would hurt as she brushed it she groaned as
She separated from the bark some more
She brushed it all the same wincing as she
Brushed out knots and moss from it
A particular twig she almost had to pull out
Next time she would remember to only
Sleep for a decade not a century

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<da:thumb id="388174497"/><da:thumb id="388492485"/><da:thumb id="390655390"/> MetamorphosisYou must listen everyday
Your ears hear the words                                                                                                                                                              
Your Stupid,ugly, Worthless,useless                                                                                                       On a Tight LeashIt always makes me laugh when I hear people referring to their boyfriends as “dogs.” And why does it amuse me so, you may ask? Well, probably due to the fact that the man I am currently dating is a werewolf.
I won’t deny that I might have panicked a little when he broke the news to me and tried to pummel him to death with a silver cross.
But we’re past that now. A little midnight romp under the full moon where he had accidentally transformed and chased after a stray cat had been the undoing to Rory’s lupine secret. Of course, it had taken me awhile to accept the fact that my goofy and sweet hunk of a man was actually a beast of legend, but it wasn’t too hard after the third time he managed to rope me into a snuggle session with his wolf form that I became completely okay with his “condition” (as Rory likes to refer to it).
It was, however, on the days where he begged me with those brown puppy dog eyes of his to go for a walk where I alway The Unforgettable Circus    A small town is where we begin our story.  It's not on a map, if you're wondering.  Believe me, I've checked.  Now you may be wondering what's so special about this particular small town and I'll tell you, but before I do, there's something you need to know: not everything is as it's seems.  The story I'm about to tell you is no different.
    In this particular town, like any, there were groups.  In this town's case, the groups were divided in an interesting way: those who would engage in out-of-house activities weekly, and those who did it monthly.  It may not seem like much to an outsider like yourself, but in this little town it was everything.  As a matter of fact, such a thing could make or break a relationship.  Don't believe me; ask one of the citizens, if you can.  It may be difficult at first, but I'm sure that, after you've finished reading, you'll see how one event can change a person foreve<da:thumb id="391955200"/><da:thumb id="393197931"/><da:thumb id="389928479"/> <da:thumb id="390286003"/> On the Road BelowWell, here i go again. im going to jump. not too far, just a 75,000 foot drop, kiodai. nothing too hard for your wings right?
wrong.
as i fell through numerous cumulonimbus clouds (i was positioned over an earth city named "Seattle") i started to count down...
10...
9...
8...
sev-
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i stopped short in my fall, and i knew i was dead. there was no other explanation for what happened. i tried to move a wing just to be sure.
it budged ever-so-slightly.
WHEW. i thought i had died. angels can't die. i was almost sad at the fact i wasn't dead. i would have made history! been on "The Flying Rocks" or some other famous magazine. Yes, i would be gone, but famous.
no one could see me on this planet. not observant enough. hm. i decided to fly hoe before arcaes became upset. i tried to lift my wings to fly home, but nothing happened. i looked around and saw another angel, lying dead on the road beside me. i bent over this lifeless corpse, and wiped away the tears brimming at my eyes for the reali<da:thumb id="390080673"/> McCaskel's Bad DayThe buzzing of the cheap, dollar store alarm clock cut through George McCaskel’s hung-over ears like a surgical saw. Struggling upright from the over-stuffed mattress his girlfriend –ex-girlfriend- insisted on buying a week before she announced it wasn’t working out and she’d be shacking up with her boss, he groped for the off switch. With a loud snap! The switch jammed half-way. He sighed and winced as he reached for the power cord. A bottle spun away from his unsteady tread as he padded to the bathroom. Shower first, he thought. Shower, then food. Pants should probably factor in somewhere. Yes. New day. New, improved George. New, improved George made the mistake of gazing in the mirror before hopping in the shower, seeing the ravages of his friend’s appreciated but misguided attempt to stop his moping. The bags under his eyes had bags. Supressing a shudder he shuffled under the shower head and managed to rattle the door shut. Hot water would probably hel<da:thumb id="392779667"/> Shower SceneKiril silenced the alarm and grumbled in the darkness, uncertain of whether his groggy curses came in English or in Russian.  Both, most likely.
It took a lot to move and to face the first dark moments of the day, and Kiril always felt a jagged twinge of guilt whenever he had to break Hal’s dreams and subject him to the hard/cold end of whatever might have started the night before.
Hal moaned a near-coherent complaint and held Kiril in a clenching embrace.
“Nyet,” he said, quietly.  “You still have one hour of good sleeping.”
“Bullshit,” Hal grumbled, and for a moment it sounded as if he’d swallowed a bear.  “I’m awake now.”
“Then stay warm,” Kiril said.  “Sleep one more hour for me.”  And it took something of a fight to disengage: first from Hal’s lingering sleeper’s hug, and then from the bedding itself.  He moved gingerly and flinched at the chil Weaver's WebThere once was a young weaver who worked day and night at his craft. He worked so hard, in fact, that fairy-folk and elves came from surrounding villages to see him. Butterfly-lace shirts, satin vests, and skirts made from the silvered manes of unicorns- he could take any material given him and turn it into sheets of fabric, and then again into delightful garments.
At least, he liked to imagine that he could. You see, this talented, young weaver had an adventurous spirit. He never worked with the same material twice in a row, and never more than four times a month. It was too easy to get lazy that way.
So, each evening, after he'd closed his little shop, the weaver fluttered his wings and flew to the nearby forests and fields. He could lose hours there, gathering hundreds of abandoned spiderwebs and baskets upon baskets of petals and leaves.  
One day, the fairy decided this was not enough. None of it. He was well-known in his part of the kingdom, yes, but royalty had never heard his n Pets Can Play Too It was a lazy afternoon and was laying in my over size pet bed while my Master fiddled around with some silly game. I looked over at my him with a confused expression. He was playing with that odd plastic thing he called a controller. He looked over to me, seeing that I was staring at him. Aaron smiled  and motioned me over.
"Come here Nickie" he said softly.
My large ears perked up as he acknowledged me. I stood and went over to him, my extremely large tail wagging. His smile widened as he laid back on the couch so that I could sit in his lap. I purred softly and plopped down happily.
Oh, and if you haven't noticed already...I'm an athromorphic kittywolf, and Aaron is my loving owner.
Anyway, he then handed me his controller. I merely looked at him with great confusion. He scratched behind my ear and said.
"Today little one, you are gonna learn how to play video games.."
My eyes widened at his words, but I nodded slowly. He smiled and began telling me how to play a, 'video Tainted BloodDeep in the bowels of the Hall of Make-Believe, the souls of forgotten superheros, fairy tales, and imaginary friends gathered dust.  The oldest souls hung heavy on their fishing hooks, their seams struggling to stay together.  
Shoved far, far behind Egyptian deities and the husks of dinosaurs, a nightmare soul was kept under large chains and half a dozen padlocks.  Every few years, the new hired help blew the dust from the box and rattled the heavy metal, pondering the secrets held within.  Trying to set the secrets free, to discover the past world the government refused to let them learn about.  Usually, they were caught before the soul woke.  Usually, no damage was done--the Earth kept turning, oblivious and naive. People lived their lives apart, segregated and unknowing.
The bolt cutter twanged in the silence and Allison licked her lips.  Tugging the chains from their resting place, she drew a deep breath as the soul shuddered beneath her hands, The boy and the butterfly of deadIt's morning and the sun takes its time to reach the top of the air. The light of the sun shines in my eyes, telling me to wake up. I brush my hair and put my clothes on. My master is already working hard around the house. Reading and answering letters of visitors to my masters house. And putting water on the feet of Physalis alkekengi.
The Physalis alkekengi is the home of many dead souls before they leave earth. People stay until they find its time to leave. The orange lanterns give room for these souls. When there are a lot of orange lanterns many people can fulfil their tasks before leaving earth. The task of my master is to give the Physalis alkekengi as many as orange lanterns as the flower can take. When people leave the lantern the lantern loses its life. My master takes the dead lanterns away to give room for new orange lanterns.
It's time to leave the Physalis alkekengi my master is already waiting for me. When he puts the last letter on the wall, I arrive at his side. Awake A Trick of the LightWhen morning light slanted through the window, casting grey shadows across the white sheets of Seoirse’s bed, he was still laying with his hands behind his head, gazing up at the wooden beams of the ceiling. He disentangled himself from the sheets and he ambled to the kitchen. Painted a soft yellow by his own hands for his late mother, with white and black daisies circling the windows and cabinets. His coffee cup sat in the same place that he always left it, beside the tarnished kitchen sink. It was cream, maybe eggshell or ecru… He didn’t know; he was an artist not an interior designer.
Grudgingly, Seoirse poured the last bit of coffee into the crisp white filter from the blue plastic can that set in his cabinet. He sat at the kitchen table, large enough for eight people, alone. Golden strands danced inside the wood, intermingling with the soft browns.
When the last bits of dark coffee dripped through into the stained pot, he arose and picked up the coffee cup. Look Flea and Flee‘It should not be this difficult!’ said Mother.  ‘We are witches!’
She always said that, but it always was that difficult, every time.  After all, witches may be witches, but cats are cats so naturally they have the advantage.  Our cat Midnight always knew, no matter what we did, or how many times we tried to hide the flea treatment.  One month it was in the kitchen cupboard with the crisps and cereal and baked beans.  The next month, it was behind a bottle of newts’ eyes.  Once Mother hid it in her sock drawer.  This time, it was in amongst all the mouse tails.
‘Look what you brought us,’ Mother said, fishing around in the tails and making cutesy noises at Midnight, who was blinking up at her with huge, bored, knowing, evil yellow eyes.
‘Clever, clever boy!’ Mother told him.  Then suddenly she said, ‘NOW!’
Now? I thought.  Why should now be any dif<da:thumb id="393764910"/> Under the SpotlightActing is hard. You know what's even harder? Being a dragon who can't seem to get a foot in the door. Jörmungandr shifted to his human form with a loud yawn, absently brushing his teeth with a toothbrush from his brother Fenrir. He pressed the button to his answering machine as he picked out what he was going to wear for the day.
"This is Jorg. Leave a message after the beep." He rolled his eyes at his own voice coming from the ancient chunk of tech before a different voice came on that had him turning around so fast toothpaste spattered the mirror.
"This is Svarthiem Entertainment calling back about your audition for the part of the main character in Fight Fire with Fire-" Jorg realized that they were speaking to him live and he spat out the orange foam into the sink to answer the phone properly.
"Jörgamungandr Lokisson speaking."
"Oh. A pleasant surprise, Mr. Lokisson. I was under the impression that I was speaking to your answering machine. I'm Njall Ulf and-"
"You're head of castin<da:thumb id="393836206"/> Impossible Dreams of Love“When you have eliminated all which is impossible, then whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.”  — Arthur Conan Doyle
Words mean everything and nothing. They are as deeply felt as they are heard, even more so than one could imagine. That is where our story begins.
Aingeal knows death. He knows it like the scythe in his hand and the cloak that settles over his slender shoulders tattered as well as aged with the sentiments it carried. But this fluttering feeling... Well, it down-right confused Aingeal. He'd never expirienced such a longing for someone so very alive.
He glided softly behind the mortal, knowing that his presence was likely bothering this man. Aingeal couldn't help this strange fascination nor could he remove it; he'd tried several times to take the bright spark from his chest by force, yet it reignited fiercer and brighter with each attempt. Following the absurdly beautiful man seemed to only make the spark grow and Aingeal