Creative Writing Contest I

[Angie]

Dig deep inside your mind. Meet your muse. Write a conversation you have with it.

Length: 150-250 words (word counter)
End date: July 4, 2006
Judge: Angie

Please only post here with your entries so as not to clutter the thread. If you have questions, PM me or the judge.

[Angie]

Coli's Entry

(Kept it too short and sweet, didnt have much time to type it)

An average height girl sits on her bed with her silly wavy brown hair tumbling about her shoulders, shes writing, a common action of hers. Whats not so common about her today is there is a Magpie perched on her shoulder.
"Hi, Magpie." Says the girl, still engrossed in her writing that seems to have taken a most amazing turning point in originality and quality.
"You know it would be so much better if you just let me fly-" started the magpie in a strangely girly voice.
"Out the window? Forget it! You'd take all my ideas with you then I would never get any writing done, Id have to leave the guild out of shame of uncreativity, they might even throw me out!" The girl said, gesturing wildly at the window, spreading her arms out wide, making the magpie take refuge ontop of a bookcase.
"Well I guess I have to stay then, you obviously need me!" said the magpie, in an angry tone but she started to fall asleep, she didn't really want to leave anyway.

[Angie]

Denithar's Entry

Two boys walk beside each other, down the sidewalk of an empty road. The one on the left walks with his face high, the other slouches. The boy on the right takes two steps for every one of his fellow's. The boy taking more steps is smiling gaily, the other is coldly staring ahead. Since we'd feel more comfortable speaking to the one on the right, we'll call him Den, and the other Denithar.
Den is the first to break the silence. "So, where are you going?"
Without breaking stride Denithar answers, "The same place as you."
Den laughs, freely, and in a way that shows he obviously does it a lot. "And where are we going?"
We hear a strange coughing sneeze, Den glances hurriedly at his fellow and realizeses that he is being laughed at.
"Good question! I forgot a long time ago. Maybe I can discover it again."
It comes to our notice that these two boys are actually inside a glass sphere, but they never seem to hit the edges, as it rolls along with their gait. Thus, they have not even realized this strange predicament they are in. But knowledge comes quickly as Den begins to lag, and is bumped from behind by the glass. With a shriek, he falls over, bringing both of them to the ground.
Savagely, they fight to get to their feet, hurting each other in the process.
Vainly, they pummel on the walls. Now that they know they are trapped, they can no longer continue calmly like they did before knowing.
Den sucks on his bleeding knuckle. "It's useless."
"Yeah, you're right. I'm not strong enough."
"And neither am I."
Suddenly, they both start, a look of discovery and also terror on their faces. We must start a bit ourselves, as their forms begin to fade away, and a nebulous whiteness envelopes the sphere. When it has lifted slightly, we see only one figure, nothing else in the sphere, no body but one. With a cry, the figure smashes the glass, breaking it apart, and striding powerfully through...

[Angie]

Techy's Entry

A girl, her fuzzy dark brown hair behind her head in a pontail and hazel eyes peering out from behind glases, sat at the computer typing. A teenage-looking girl with blue hair, large blue cat ears and paws complete with a long blue tail walked into the room.

"Hey, Bluestar. Have you read my new story?" The girl with the glasses asked.

"Which new story?" Bluestar asked sitting in the middle of the floor much like a cat would.

"My new one." the girl with the glasses replied.

"But you have so many Techy. So many I don't even know which ones are old, new, in between or just plain lost!" Blestar complained, her voice sounding like a high pitched cat's screech.

"What do you mean?" Techy asked, looking up from her typing, a quizzical look on her face.

Bluestar stormed over to Techy's closet and pulled out several boxes, "You have fanfics! Love storys! Random idiotic ones! adventure ones never to be finished! Assignments! And oh, so many more. How do I know which one's your new one?!"

Techy began laughing, "I meant the one on the computer!"

Bluestar stared, no glared, at her. A low growl emitted from her chest.

"Oh, I haven't bothered with that one. Looked horrible from the idea." And she waved a blue fuzzy arm before walking out of the room.

"Oh, Bluestar! What a great help you are!" Techy yelled after her muse. The cat-human purred.

[Angie]

Gil Alexander's Entry

The Poet:

Here he came, burrowing out of the murky depths of the earth, choking and coughing and stumbling as he weakly put forth each limb, peering out at the blackness.

“Who are you?” I call out to him.

He let his head drop to the cold rock, swishing his tail right and left.

“Where are you?” I cry. “I need you!”

It didn't hear me. A terrible apocalyptic flash of light and a crash made the Poet jump and run, panicked, the rocky ground behind him disappearing and the rock in front of him materializing.

“No! Come back, I hear you. Just come a little bit closer—"

He slowed and stopped. He could feel his black blood seep out of his black body and merge with its black surroundings.

It was all the same.

He had been walking for days now. Years.

“Where else can I rest myself? You are the only I have ever known.”

The Poet imagined a place which was not gripped by a black feeling of a blind future. He imagined hope and health; security, and large, bustling crowds where no one could be alone.

A new dimension was created.

The Poet looked up and cried as a great light opened up in the sky, not violent and foreboding like the lightening but calm and brilliant. Through the gentle light, he made one last creation—

In my bed, under my sheets, the moon and the stars fade between the window sills and my eyelids, melting, melting, resting, sleeping.

[Angie]

Froggy's Entry

"Please come out," the short, blonde haired girl begged for what seemed like the hundreth time.

"No," Crystal said simply. "I won't."

"I swear, you must enjoy seeing me on my hands and knees for you. Now stop playing with my cat--she likes to eat little hamsters like you--and get out here." The girl stood up. Her neck was getting sore from all the craning she'd been doing with it.

Crystal laughed from underneath the bed. "Listen, you start writing something--anything--and I promise I'll come out."

The girl sat down at her desk and put her head in her hands. "I can't write while you're under there!"

"Sure you can. You can't write well, but you can write."

"Thanks a lot."

"Just doing my job."

"Which is what? Making Froggy miserable?"

"Hey, I help you! What do you call that one story I helped you with?"

"I call it still unfinished, thanks to you and your antics."

"Tsk, tsk, you certainly won't get me out that way. Now write!"

The girl sighed. "Right."

[Angie]

Frostdragon13's Entry

I had seen this cloaked figure before. Though I had never seen her face, when I told her of the great emptiness I felt, she said that she understood and could help.

"Do you remember when the emptiness started?"

"Yeah, I do... vaguely."

"What were the last words spoken?"

"I can't remember! My memory is useless!"

"I know that."

"No you don't! I don't even know you!"

"Do you know yourself?"

"I don't know! Who are you?!"

"What were you doing before the emptiness started?"

"I... I was mad at myself."

"For what?"

"I forgot my dad's birthday. He got depressed and said that I didn't care about him. After he shut himself in his room, I looked at the calendar. Not only had I written down his birthday, but I circled it nine times! There was no reason I should have forgotten, but I did!"

"What did you say?"

"I... I said... I said that I was the stupidest person ever to walk the earth. I said... that I wish I would just disappear and never return."

"What else did you say?"

"I... said that if I was gone, I would make life better for everyone around me... even myself."

"Has life been better?"

"... Is this the emptiness I feel? Is it... myself? I'm sorry! Oh my God! I should have never wished myself away like that!"

"Do you mean what you say? It does no good to say bad things about yourself. You may regret it for the rest of your life."

And with that, the stranger threw off her cloak to reveal... me. I was staring at myself. The face... was mine! She ran at me at full speed, then crashed into me... yet... I felt nothing. I got up, looked around, and then realized what had happened, and the emptiness was gone.