MAL's Writers Club challenge #4 [remake]
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View Poll Results: Vote for the best story!
Mar 9, 2009 5:54 AM
From March 1st to May 1st 2009, write an one-shot story (short one chapter story).
No theme or genre this time.
May 1st a poll will be open and we vote for the best story.
You may edit your story until the polls open
POLL IS NOW OPEN READ AND VOTE FOR YOUR FAVORITE
POLL WILL CLOSE AT END OF MAY.
POLL IS CLOSED
Winner of the challenge is FALLEN101!
Modified by Kuronoa, Jun 1, 2009 11:09 AM
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Mar 13, 2009 4:49 AM
Do you have to post your story under a spoiler? I'm only asking because mine is becoming rather long and spoilering it would probably not be the best course of action. I could probably post it on fictionpress and put the link here if that's legal if not, I'll find some other way or write another story.
Mar 14, 2009 5:44 AM
You don't have to put it in spoiler tag, it'll just mean scrolling down the thread takes longer. lol
I suppose hosting it elsewhere is fine, you could also just use your MAL blog too. I would check to see if the date posted is legal though I can trust you. ;D
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Do I have to post something that I wrote specifically for this event, or can I post something I wrote before?
You know, I don't think I said anything about that before.
Given challenges would be of certain critera, I figure you guys would have to write new ones. Without critera, like this challenge, I forgot this loophole.
Since JadedGoth did it, I'll let it slide just to get entries. XD
May have to message about that...
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Here's the story I wrote. It's relatively short. I've wanted to write something like this for a while now, don't hate me for it.
They say it’s a small world. Perhaps it is, but have you ever tried walking it? Have you ever looked around you? No, my friend, it’s a big and empty world. Empty and lonely.
I remember when my world seemed small. When it seemed safe. All I ever had to do was pretend to do as I was told, and there would be a meal waiting. I was surrounded by people who I didn’t need to fear, toys, books, warmth. I never even bothered to seriously think about what it meant to live, too busy doing as I was told. It was easy, really. Easy when you already knew the right answers.
It’s interesting how wrong the right answers can be. But you never know until it’s too late. And even if you do, what difference does it make?
I remember when new answers came my way. Who came up with these answers, I don’t know. But suddenly the world wasn’t the same anymore. The answers now had two sides to them. Doing as I were told wasn’t easy anymore. I was so naïve back then, convinced that doing the opposite of what my parents told me was thinking for my own. I didn’t realize that I still did as I was told.
Get this type of shoes. Wear this type of clothes. Do you belong with us or with them? What music do you listen to? Do you drink? Do you smoke?
It is strange, really, how lonely being in a group can be. You realize who you are, and it’s frightening. You don’t like doing as you are told. But you are scared not to. The most frightening is when you realize you don’t belong.
I remember my first girlfriend. Was it love, I wonder? What is love anyways? What difference does it make? In the end, I just did as I was told. I remember my first break-up. Were those tears real, I wonder? I don’t remember how it feels to cry anymore.
I got through school and got a job. Who loves their job anyways? I just had to do as I was told. And here I am now, walking through life, alone. Where has all the warmth gone?
Am I finally thinking for myself, I wonder? All this thinking I’ve been doing lately. About what it means to live. What it means to die. Did I finally find my own answers? Or were they already there, just waiting to be given to me? What does it matter anyway? What difference does it make? Who am I, trying to solve the world’s problems?
Here I am, going to work again, doing as I was told. The sky is painted gray; the city has soiled it. Plastic bottles lying everywhere. Cigarette buds. I’m walking through what seems like empty corridors, surrounded by people just as lonely as I am. I see dirty papers, scattered on the ground; nobody bothers to pick them up. I see people sitting on the ground, on dirty covers. I see pointless advertisements on the walls. I see graffiti. I see darkness. I see misery.
What did all these people die for? Kosovo. Iraq. Afghanistan. Rwanda. What difference does it make? What was going through the mind of students shooting classmates? What point was there? In the end, all they did was kill themselves.
I hear the train coming. People are around me, I’m all alone. It’s too easy. Right now, am I also doing as I was told? I’ve never seen the tracks from this close. It’s a once in a lifetime experience. This and the pain.
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I open my eyes and am blinded by a bright light. My senses are dull, and I cannot feel any pain. I don’t feel my arms or legs; I feel like I’m floating. All I see or hear is white. White walls. White floor. White ceiling. White curtains. Is this heaven? Strange, I thought God forbid killing yourself. A silent figure clad in white comes in and leaves. An angel?
A woman dressed in black comes in. She hugs me. She cries. She is warm, I’m glad. But I’m still in hell, I now know that.
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