Lets Get Competitive 2: The Competitve-ning(Writers Edition)

Those art kids think they're so cool, with their berets all perky and their competition all shiny. What are us writers supposed to do?

Every week or so I'll post an idea. You can write about it in whatever style you wish - short stories, poems, haikus, limericks, you get the idea. There isn't an prize, per se, but see it as an opportunity to flex your writing muscle and get the opinion of your peers!

Try and keep the word count at <1,500

26/12: THE STORY OF A BULLSEYE MASCOT

Hey this sounds fun! I do need to write more again. :3 But I bet I'm rusty at the writing game I think I'll spectate in the end.

There was a young man named Tim Cook,
From Delaware he ventured and took
A solemn oath that one day,
On "Combat" he'd play
As a Mascot - and the world would be shook!

Alas this young Delaware man
Had his wish come true when a van
With the MNC logo
Tempted him with a churro
And kidnapped him, their number one fan.

He was dressed in yellow, white and green,
And a "Spunky" ad came on the screen,
With no further delay
He was thrown into play,
And the Pros eyes began to gleam.

He was shot up and tortured and flamed
And battered and beaten and maimed,
But as he well knows,
He has two of those,
So he danced and he laughed through the pain.

Would he do it again? "Of course!"
"I met PitGirl, and have no remorse
For these missing extremities
Can be fixed by McGee's
Limb-B-Bak, if inserted with force."

It got weaker as it went on, but meh. I've been looking to practise my rhyming skillz.

I giggled at the poetry x3 That was a fun set of limericks. Do you write poetry or stories normally?

Well this is awkward.
Sharing a Competition.
Let us drink to that.


Tried to make it make sense but LuLz.

psycho,

That made me laugh enough to change the title of the forum to Art and Fiction. Nice!

LOL

I thought it was different, and this was the first thread I clicked on.

Stories normally, but I am known to knock out the occasional poem. Stories are more accessible than poetry, in my opinion. My rarely-updated blog.

And when I said that I'd change the face of teh Internets with a stroke of my pen, they laughed!

Yellow, white and green
Garish dancing piata,
Upgrade those skills, now!

Yeah, haikus arent the ideal art form for discussing a cartoonish futuristic shooter, are they?

Nice looking blog page there James. It looks very old lady like. :ugeek:

My dream is to open a little cafe with lots of fleur-de-lis and frilly doilies, and YOU'RE NOT INVITED TO THE OPENING NOW.

Haha psycho you got this idea offa me.

I'M TEH BEST PRETENTIOUS WRITER OF ALL YALL

Haikus suxxxx

Put your penmanship where your post is, beeatch.

So you want me to edit that post and replace it with a short story?

I'll copypasta the Spicy Grecered version of my fanfic.

The rank stench of dead bodies and oil permeated the air. The screams of teammates dying, gunshots, explosions and the crowd pollute the air with noise. This was my 7th game in the arena. My soul was hardened by death and battle. I was a Hotshot, an Assassin, mute by choice. Same as other Assassins. It's the only way to express anarchy in this autocracy.

We were dueling in the Ammo Mule arena. Mickey Cantor started blurting out advertisements for disgusting products designed to push the work force to it's limit. I took a deep breath and exhaled, my mask warming against my lips. I could feel my heart pounding against my chest.

A sniper in the distance... next to the enemy base... controlling the lane. I activated my cloak, and gracefully dodged the flying lead and projectile incendiaries until I reached him. I've memorized where Snipers like to put their traps. Stealthfully avoiding the jump pad and using my smoke bomb to mask my leap up to him. I dashed up behind his back, clutching my blade in hand, piercing his flesh as I stabbed him from behind.

I got a thrill, a high from the hunt. The roar of the crowd and the squeels of the Sniper made my body numb. An Assault and Support saw my act, and came for me. I used my genetically engineered limbs to make a quick escape back to my base, and the hunt began anew...

Put it into paragraphs.

Right now I don't feel like writing a new MNC fanfic, because there is only one character that'd fit my writing style. Plus I like to write in first person.

Grec that doesn't count. Write something new!

I suck but I'm drunk and thought of this:
TWT in full effect btw!

Green and Yellow are his colors
Pain and anguish are his lovers
We would shoot and out he would poop
Lots of coins and plenty of loot
For he is the biggest fan
He may not even be a man

lmao

I just lol'ed so hard! Be drunk and write more often!