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Most entries are going to be E rated but some may go beyond that. |
You just want to read? These entries will be freshly written for a contest. Since I plan on joining many then I'm putting them all in a book. Sit back and enjoy it. I'll try to do a (poem) line count, (story) word count, prompt, and which contest I entered in. Though I won't be mentioning it in the piece, but "The Contest Challenge"  will be a part of a contest I enter since it's about entering into a contest following its rules. Wish me luck!
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| As the clock ticks We want to make a wish On WDC's birthday For Writing.com We want to wish WDC To continue through the years A dragon hatched Just in time For the party To begin the Celebration Of this wonderful site Where we write together in different ways and To make friends The cake is here The candles are lit The food is set To Celebrate this special occasion In this special month All with the friends we've made Whipped cream frosting Fruits and dips Favorite foods are available For a great Celebration We have with our friends On this special day Prompt: As the clock ticks, make a wish Sharmelle'sThankfulExpressions   and I (Italics)Line count: 25 Contest: "Poetry Pals" |
| Draco knew he was special. Living in an aquarium all of his life didn't appeal to him though. He hoped for the right owner to come along and put him into a pond to live in. That way he could grow to full size without any problems. There were no hiding places in the aquarium he was kept in either. He was exposed out in the open. He didn't like that at all. A young boy came up to his tank and stared at him, reading out loud "Violet Goby". He wondered what else he had to learn. The next thing he knew he was swept up in a net along with the others and put into a bag. Even less space to move around in and there was no decorations at all. He didn't like this one bit. Then he watched as everything moved past like a movie scene dazzling him and wondered where was he going. Then they were put in the back of a large thing- he didn't know what it was called- and everything became bumpy. He wondered how would he survive this trip. One of his pals suffered a heart attack and he did everything he could to revive his pal. It seemed hopeless. At the last minute his pal came back to life. Light poured into the space as the boy took him and the others and revealed a giant pool of water. The bottom had decorations on it already and it looked like the space was filled with different sizes of hiding spots. It was not shaped like a pond like he had seen in pictures but he imagined this would be more than enough. It would work as well as a pond. The edges were rounded and he saw the water went deep. "Welcome to your new home Draco and everyone else. I hope you enjoy growing big and feeling full here. There will be plenty for you to eat. This is a pool turned into a pond just for you, and I love Dragonfish alike. Maybe, one day, you can protect this pool," the boy said and then dumped everyone out into the pond. Draco swam around, exploring his new setting. This was more like it. He had plenty of space to move around in and there was food at his convenience. The others were exploring the area as well. All he cared about was having the right place to live and he had found it. That little boy and his father seemed very promising. After eating some food he felt his stomach churn and wondered if he was going to be sick. At six inches long, he felt confident he could beat the others. He went to his favorite place to hide only to find his pal there too, also with a stomach ache. Wondering what was going on, he went to another hiding spot. Surely he can't die now. When he woke up, he saw his pal moving about anxiously. His pal appeared healthy again! He felt better than before too with a new vigor of energy to move around. "Want to play tag? I can speak! I'm Roy," Roy introduced himself. Now Draco knew. "I'm Draco. Sure, we can play tag! You're it," Draco agreed. "No, you're it!" Prompt: Open Word Count: 546 Contest: "The PET NEWS CONTEST" |
| What if WDC didn't exist? Where would I write? First of all, I wouldn't have a writing website to go to upon a suggestion of a friend of mine. It just wouldn't have happened. I'd still be playing video games and drawing all the time. But, there would be one catch that might get me started on writing. Meeting someone who knows about Nanowrimo, or National Novel Writing Month and telling me about it. Then that would get me started in writing novels. Will I succeed? Probably not right away. But I would try anyway. I wouldn't have any direction on how to write the novel. I would be blind at it. Thus the journey of an artist who would have little findings in writing. Most of my writings come from school. Classes that were required to take. I spend little time writing otherwise. Then a friend of mine came who knew writing. Of course, I supported her. But my level of writing was at the very basic. I had done no writing outside of school. I did my school work and gone to the library. Watched movies and read books. I did graduate and then met someone who knew of National Novel Writing Month. So I might have decided to give that a try. I would find myself researching how to write a novel. Not knowing the details of plot, character, and elements of a novel. I would be all alone to do this. In my home. Then there was the move to Wyoming where I enrolled in College. It was the perfect degree in my interest. And there was more writing involved. But now I would be starting my first attempt of writing at home: a novel. I would use Google to find out how to prepare and then write an outline. I might not time the outline well enough, but it'd be a start. World building would also be a part of my process. My novel might not have a true villain to start out with. All of this I would do at home. Then November would come and I would write. Among homework and studying for exams, I would hit the daily goal. Towards the end of the month I'd have a finished novel. Would it be long enough? Maybe not in time. Or it maybe poorly planned and came up too short. Still, that would be my first attempt at it. My first writing at home that's not school related. The second year would come and I would do my planning in October. Using what I researched online, I would come up with a better outline. I spent my time playing video games and drawing the rest of the time. I would also be focused on my harder classes. I balanced my schedule out with easy classes and hard classes. This was the time I spent learning how to write for newspapers. I did okay and my articles were good enough. Editing made them better. Then came November again and the writing began. This time I would have a super long outline to go by and worked on it whenever I wasn't working on school work. I made good progress and excelled the 50,000 words long mark. But ended before the 100,000 words long mark. Good progress. I now know that it would be possible to achieve. I became an overachiever and I passed my classes too. After college I moved back to Nebraska. I enrolled in Game Designing and had a blast learning about creating a game. I also gained a job. Then came October again. Once more, I planned out a detailed outline. November came, I wrote. I put school first, of course, then wrote. I found it easy to just follow the outline I created. I may have a villain and a protagonist this time too. And a plot to follow. My first novel may lack a clear plot to follow. Fantasy would be my preferred genre. Filled with mythical creatures. Dragons especially. There maybe creatures I made up. Hybrids are a great example of what might appear. It matched my drawings. I made this attempt at 100,000 words. My very best. But that might be my top record of all time too. I would be satisfied at that level. The school was costly, so I stopped. But the knowledge I didn't want to lose. Then I tried Accounting. It was okay. But stopped. National Novel Writing Month I didn't stop doing, though. I did artwork the rest of the time. I submitted to a publisher and got a rejection. I tried again and again until I got an acceptance. Even better would be if I got an agent and went for a larger company. This would be where I'd be if WDC didn't exist. My struggles would be apparent. I'm not the best editor either. I could make the book good, but it would take someone else to make the novel great. My journey to writing would be a lot harder and more difficult. The novels would be of lower quality. I would not know spelling and grammar like I do now. The class I took for newspapers helped tremendously and wasn't forgotten. I believe I do have potential to make a difference if I didn't have to live under so many rules. There were the editing weakness in that my work wasn't polished to its potential. Just rusty with collecting dust from not being edited and worked on. I spent too much time with drawing. And my new hobby of creating video game ideas. There would be a limit of how much I could create and design. I would need to find a job in the field and my programming skills was poor. Just the basics. There would be things I would be in constant need of learning and improving to improve my first drafts of my novels. It could not beat the best writers, but it could inspire others into finding the joy of reading by those who don't care about grammar too much. Prompt: What if WDC didn't exist? Where would you write? Word Count: 1,019 Contest: "What if...? (Closed)" |
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