Thank you all who replied to my last journal with love, good vibes, giggles, crocheted dragons, music and crazy socks. To say you guys cheered me up no end is like saying I like cheesecake.
I said I wouldn't plunge back in until after the move, but, screw it, lets have some fun!
* A 20,000 kiriban is up for grabs. The visitor who takes the first screenshot of said milestone visit and posts it here, gets a feature of your choice. Either a showcase or we can focus on one or two of your fave pieces.
* A few folks said 'yes please' to a comp. So...
The Crazy Sock/Story With Two Feet, Competition.
You can base this story on your favourite fandom if you wish, as long as its original enough to be understood by all. Or write a completely original tale. The theme is up to you, make it as comedic or as dark as you wish, whatever suits your tastes and style.
However, it must include something about 'crazy socks'. Be literal if you wish and include a mention of a particular pair of vibrantly crazy socks. Or you could theme your work around socks with a psychological issue. Alternatively you could get a little more creative and use a windsock, or a body sock that could describe clothing or a sleeping bag, then there's sock puppets... Or you could choose a completely new euphemism or meaning for the phrase 'crazy socks'.
The possibilities are endless, so just do what you do best and make it up!
If that's not enough to oil your imaginary wheels, once you have gleefully written 'the end' and are all poised to upload it, you gotta re-write the ending! Add it as an alternative after 'the end' of your story.
Your story should be no more than 2,000 words long, and the alternative ending should be around 500 words, give or take.
The comp closes on Dec 2nd - which will be my 3 month 'I survived that damned house move' anniversary.
Prizes will be announced and prize donations would be very gratefully received. Expect points and features at the very least. If you'd rather judge than write, let me know.
When uploading, please state that it is for - The Crazy Sock/Story With Two Feet, Competition. - And add a link to this journal.
My internet company has reliably informed me that I'll go dark for only a few days after I've moved house, with the usual caveat that it could actually take a week... maybe a week and a half... Meh! Suffice it to say, if you have any questions please post here or note me and I'll get back to you asap.
My original stories.
Absolute Power."Are you aware, Anin?"
"Do you recognise my voice?"
"Yes. You are Practitioner..."
"That's right. And why can't you..."
"I know. It's ok, I'm not looking for you, but your voice is my guide."
"Good, Anin. Very good. Where are you? Describe your surroundings, please."
"Ok. I'm... Oh! I'm here in the park, again... Practitioner?"
"Sorry, Anin. I'm here. You recognise your surroundings?"
"Yes. I've been here before... Haven't I?"
"What do you see, Anin?"
"Er, there are... the tall things either side of me..."
"They're trees, Anin."
"Yes! Trees. And seats made out of the same... similar material as the trees. It's difficult to see clearly, as if through a haze or mist..."
"It is fog, Anin. What are you feeling?"
"Chilly... Its... winter. Damn! This is the same place I keep coming back to, isn't it?"
"You have... visited this place before, yes."
"Focus, please, Anin. We have a job to do."
"Sorry. Wait! There's something... moving, up ahead."
"Oh, fuck! Look at that one. She looks like the bride of Frankenstein!" Tom chuckled.
"More like the bride of Chucky." Craig added as he watched the Zed ambling down the road below. It slowly walked past the apartment building they were holed up in, a piece of its torn wedding dress trailed along behind it like a white flag on a piece of string. It was just one of hundreds of dead bodies that were currently shambling along the city streets these days.
"What's she got in her hand there? She holding something?"
Craig put his binoculars down on the windowsill and rubbed his eyes. "Probably her bouquet. Guess she never got chance to throw it, poor bitch." He was about to suggest they figure out their next move, when Tom muttered, "What the fuck..?"
Mass Effect shorts.
Mass Effect novel. Resolution.
Synopsis and all 13 chapters @
Resolution: Alternative ending short.