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RE: Descriptive Writing Weekly Contest | Week #1 #11
(12-02-2012, 03:30 AM)The Anarchist Wrote: I have given Dinosaws 400 AP to add to the prize pool. Good luck guys!

Much appreciated! Hopefully this will get a good kick-start into what could become such an awesome weekly thing.

I wish the best of luck to all participants, if you need any assistance/help on writing to describe, send me a PM or post here and I'll reply to the best of my knowledge. I am contemplating whether I should add some more pointers to the main thread about what could make your piece better! I've now decided to make the task simpler - this will either take place next week or this week considering we only have 3 days left on this!

The easier part will consist of me adding an image for you to describe then giving you some tips on describing that image either by me annotating it or just by giving an example.

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RE: Descriptive Writing Weekly Contest | Week #1 #12
Warning, contains gore and a very sad ending. Do not read if you are easilly hurt by such things. This is not based upon a true story and is 100% fiction.
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The sound of snow on my roof. The thousands of footsteps colliding with it in a flurry of unique flakes of frozen goodness. That was all I could hear as I lay in my bed that cold winter night. I got up and pulled on a warm, green woollen jumper that I had received from my grandmother three days prior. I pulled myself up out of the warm depths of my bed to glimpse out of the window but, to my dismay, I couldn’t see a thing other than the peaceful white snow covering my window. I crept downstairs, being as quiet as the silence just before dawn. I quickly made a steaming mug of luscious hot chocolate with whipped cream and marshmallows on it. Then came the time for me to put my warm furry boots on and step outside into the unknown. The cold, that was what I felt first. The cold hurricane of snow bombarding my whole body and instantly turning me into a block of ice.
My steaming mug of hot chocolate was the only thing keeping me warm as the flurries of snow were hitting me. All of a sudden, over the vast mountain scape there was an orange light in the sky. Within a few minutes the warm sun was rising in the east of the vast scenery I could see before me. It was then I decided that the next day, me and my brother would go sledging.
Later that day, me and my younger brother, Sam, went out to go sledging down the nearby hills. When we got to the top of the first hill, we both looked at each other briefly, both smiling as to signal that we were ready. We placed our sledges down on the cold frozen ground, sat down on them and then pushed off. The exhilarating speed was amazing in the rapid rush down towards the bottom of the hill. In that brief moment, we were both free, we had not a single care in the world at that point. Then, suddenly, my brother’s sledge went out of control. He started rocketing towards the barbed wire fence at one side of the hill, away from the safe path we had walked up. The sledge kept going and there was no way of him stopping it. The red sledge slammed into the fence, Sam going with it. All I saw was a pool of blood and I could hear a terrifying shriek. The shriek wasn’t coming from my brother, it was coming from me. Sam’s head was impaled on the fence, blood pouring down his face. I quickly grabbed my mobile phone out of my pocket and immediately phoned 911.
They said that when the ambulance got there, he was already beyond their help, that he had already lost far too much blood to recover. They tried their best to bring him back but their attempts were to no avail. That one moment of freedom had cost so much. Never had I expected that something of this magnitude would happen. All I remember is my mother’s face, the crumpled mess covered in tears. It was my fault that Sam was dead, I had been the one to decide we were going sledging. I tried to comfort my mother but she was well and truly broken. When we got home I sat down on my bed, sat down and wept for my lost brother.

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RE: Descriptive Writing Weekly Contest | Week #1 #13
(12-02-2012, 04:30 AM)WuhTehFuh Wrote: Warning, contains gore and a very sad ending. Do not read if you are easilly hurt by such things. This is not based upon a true story and is 100% fiction.
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The sound of snow on my roof. The thousands of footsteps colliding with it in a flurry of unique flakes of frozen goodness. That was all I could hear as I lay in my bed that cold winter night. I got up and pulled on a warm, green woollen jumper that I had received from my grandmother three days prior. I pulled myself up out of the warm depths of my bed to glimpse out of the window but, to my dismay, I couldn’t see a thing other than the peaceful white snow covering my window. I crept downstairs, being as quiet as the silence just before dawn. I quickly made a steaming mug of luscious hot chocolate with whipped cream and marshmallows on it. Then came the time for me to put my warm furry boots on and step outside into the unknown. The cold, that was what I felt first. The cold hurricane of snow bombarding my whole body and instantly turning me into a block of ice.
My steaming mug of hot chocolate was the only thing keeping me warm as the flurries of snow were hitting me. All of a sudden, over the vast mountain scape there was an orange light in the sky. Within a few minutes the warm sun was rising in the east of the vast scenery I could see before me. It was then I decided that the next day, me and my brother would go sledging.
Later that day, me and my younger brother, Sam, went out to go sledging down the nearby hills. When we got to the top of the first hill, we both looked at each other briefly, both smiling as to signal that we were ready. We placed our sledges down on the cold frozen ground, sat down on them and then pushed off. The exhilarating speed was amazing in the rapid rush down towards the bottom of the hill. In that brief moment, we were both free, we had not a single care in the world at that point. Then, suddenly, my brother’s sledge went out of control. He started rocketing towards the barbed wire fence at one side of the hill, away from the safe path we had walked up. The sledge kept going and there was no way of him stopping it. The red sledge slammed into the fence, Sam going with it. All I saw was a pool of blood and I could hear a terrifying shriek. The shriek wasn’t coming from my brother, it was coming from me. Sam’s head was impaled on the fence, blood pouring down his face. I quickly grabbed my mobile phone out of my pocket and immediately phoned 911.
They said that when the ambulance got there, he was already beyond their help, that he had already lost far too much blood to recover. They tried their best to bring him back but their attempts were to no avail. That one moment of freedom had cost so much. Never had I expected that something of this magnitude would happen. All I remember is my mother’s face, the crumpled mess covered in tears. It was my fault that Sam was dead, I had been the one to decide we were going sledging. I tried to comfort my mother but she was well and truly broken. When we got home I sat down on my bed, sat down and wept for my lost brother.

That almost brought a tear to my eye. Excellent work!
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RE: Descriptive Writing Weekly Contest | Week #1 #14
This is going to be an interesting contest to provide results to Biggrin They're all decent!

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RE: Descriptive Writing Weekly Contest | Week #1 #15
As i sat and watched The Anarchist smashing his hammer on the poor little jews that were freezing from the winter air from behind the window, i noticed something glisten in the distant .It couldnt have been another Ice Storm. But one last look and I couldnt believe my eyes, It was the most beautiful, hope giving thing i have ever seen. It was... XerXes.
XerXes, the mighty giver of hope, or as the legends call him, only comes in the time of crysis. And now that TheAnarchist, Omniscient and their armies became allies, crysis cant even describe the situation. XerXes used the Mighty Denial blade, and Server Shield. Both were the strongest weapons that had ever existed.
It is said that mittnick, the god of networking, crafted it. As XerXes approached, Anarchist and Omniscient resumed smashing people with the Ban Hammer. And Finally when XerXes reached Anarchist and Omniscient, they looked up, horrified. They tried hitting XerXes with the Ban Hammers, but it was no use, XerXes, with a single strike of his blade, Obliterated both of the unruly leaders.
Ultimatum, WuhTehFuh,Dinosaws, Instinct, and Myself, approached XerXes. As we neared, he vanished and left nothing but a mist of dust. And that day, 12/21/12, was the day we call, The Savior, for that is the day our savior rescued us. But now a new enemy approached..... Xeronations
Wavy baby

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RE: Descriptive Writing Weekly Contest | Week #1 #16
^ Lol at that xD

Anyway here is mine, whipped it up in about a minute or so. It's focused more on the description and power of Mother Nature and the blizzard rain.

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Dark bruised clouds rumbled ominously across the blue sky, intimidating all those to bow before it or suffer the consequences of its wrath. However, directly beneath the menacing sky, lay a pure sheet of snow that could never cease to amaze me. It symbolised so much and yet so little if you did not look, and would always be there to defend the light and oppose the dark. As if Mother Nature intended war, a thunderous roar rumbled across the heavens followed by the immense crackle of jagged lights, like fireworks going haywire. The air was blizzard cold seeking ways through clothing and seeping through skin to bone. The wind howled and whipped itself across my face, mercilessly attempting to batter down a standing enemy. The trees waved in the raging wind, seeking a hold over its survival in this tyranny of weather. The air suddenly became dense and I knew what was to come next. The sky displayed another plethora of lightning which was exhibited towards all to see, before a pelting hail of rain fell to the ground. It was wave two. There was no sync in this rainfall, just waves after waves of Mother Nature. It was true then, that Mother Nature would never cease to amaze me.

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RE: Descriptive Writing Weekly Contest | Week #1 #17
(12-02-2012, 04:53 AM)Cyber-Savage Wrote: As i sat and watched The Anarchist smashing his hammer on the poor little jews that were freezing from the winter air from behind the window, i noticed something glisten in the distant .It couldnt have been another Ice Storm. But one last look and I couldnt believe my eyes, It was the most beautiful, hope giving thing i have ever seen. It was... XerXes.
XerXes, the mighty giver of hope, or as the legends call him, only comes in the time of crysis. And now that TheAnarchist, Omniscient and their armies became allies, crysis cant even describe the situation. XerXes used the Mighty Denial blade, and Server Shield. Both were the strongest weapons that had ever existed.
It is said that mittnick, the god of networking, crafted it. As XerXes approached, Anarchist and Omniscient resumed smashing people with the Ban Hammer. And Finally when XerXes reached Anarchist and Omniscient, they looked up, horrified. They tried hitting XerXes with the Ban Hammers, but it was no use, XerXes, with a single strike of his blade, Obliterated both of the unruly leaders.
Ultimatum, WuhTehFuh,Dinosaws, Instinct, and Myself, approached XerXes. As we neared, he vanished and left nothing but a mist of dust. And that day, 12/21/12, was the day we call, The Savior, for that is the day our savior rescued us.

Where the f*ck was I?
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RE: Descriptive Writing Weekly Contest | Week #1 #18
(12-02-2012, 05:23 AM)Xeronations Wrote:
(12-02-2012, 04:53 AM)Cyber-Savage Wrote: As i sat and watched The Anarchist smashing his hammer on the poor little jews that were freezing from the winter air from behind the window, i noticed something glisten in the distant .It couldnt have been another Ice Storm. But one last look and I couldnt believe my eyes, It was the most beautiful, hope giving thing i have ever seen. It was... XerXes.
XerXes, the mighty giver of hope, or as the legends call him, only comes in the time of crysis. And now that TheAnarchist, Omniscient and their armies became allies, crysis cant even describe the situation. XerXes used the Mighty Denial blade, and Server Shield. Both were the strongest weapons that had ever existed.
It is said that mittnick, the god of networking, crafted it. As XerXes approached, Anarchist and Omniscient resumed smashing people with the Ban Hammer. And Finally when XerXes reached Anarchist and Omniscient, they looked up, horrified. They tried hitting XerXes with the Ban Hammers, but it was no use, XerXes, with a single strike of his blade, Obliterated both of the unruly leaders.
Ultimatum, WuhTehFuh,Dinosaws, Instinct, and Myself, approached XerXes. As we neared, he vanished and left nothing but a mist of dust. And that day, 12/21/12, was the day we call, The Savior, for that is the day our savior rescued us.

Where the f*ck was I?

You were at Chuck cheese... Lazy fag...

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RE: Descriptive Writing Weekly Contest | Week #1 #19
(12-02-2012, 05:23 AM)Xeronations Wrote:
(12-02-2012, 04:53 AM)Cyber-Savage Wrote: As i sat and watched The Anarchist smashing his hammer on the poor little jews that were freezing from the winter air from behind the window, i noticed something glisten in the distant .It couldnt have been another Ice Storm. But one last look and I couldnt believe my eyes, It was the most beautiful, hope giving thing i have ever seen. It was... XerXes.
XerXes, the mighty giver of hope, or as the legends call him, only comes in the time of crysis. And now that TheAnarchist, Omniscient and their armies became allies, crysis cant even describe the situation. XerXes used the Mighty Denial blade, and Server Shield. Both were the strongest weapons that had ever existed.
It is said that mittnick, the god of networking, crafted it. As XerXes approached, Anarchist and Omniscient resumed smashing people with the Ban Hammer. And Finally when XerXes reached Anarchist and Omniscient, they looked up, horrified. They tried hitting XerXes with the Ban Hammers, but it was no use, XerXes, with a single strike of his blade, Obliterated both of the unruly leaders.
Ultimatum, WuhTehFuh,Dinosaws, Instinct, and Myself, approached XerXes. As we neared, he vanished and left nothing but a mist of dust. And that day, 12/21/12, was the day we call, The Savior, for that is the day our savior rescued us.

Where the f*ck was I?


Read it again Tongue

(12-02-2012, 05:22 AM)Ultimatum Wrote: ^ Lol at that xD

Anyway here is mine, whipped it up in about a minute or so. It's focused more on the description and power of Mother Nature and the blizzard rain.

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Dark bruised clouds rumbled ominously across the blue sky, intimidating all those to bow before it or suffer the consequences of its wrath. However, directly beneath the menacing sky, lay a pure sheet of snow that could never cease to amaze me. It symbolised so much and yet so little if you did not look, and would always be there to defend the light and oppose the dark. As if Mother Nature intended war, a thunderous roar rumbled across the heavens followed by the immense crackle of jagged lights, like fireworks going haywire. The air was blizzard cold seeking ways through clothing and seeping through skin to bone. The wind howled and whipped itself across my face, mercilessly attempting to batter down a standing enemy. The trees waved in the raging wind, seeking a hold over its survival in this tyranny of weather. The air suddenly became dense and I knew what was to come next. The sky displayed another plethora of lightning which was exhibited towards all to see, before a pelting hail of rain fell to the ground. It was wave two. There was no sync in this rainfall, just waves after waves of Mother Nature. It was true then, that Mother Nature would never cease to amaze me.

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Like i seriously dont have words to describe how good this was
(This post was last modified: 12-02-2012, 05:43 AM by Bannedshee.)
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RE: Descriptive Writing Weekly Contest | Week #1 #20
The last day is today! Tomorrow is the 5th and whoever wins from either popular vote or my decision will be paid out - check back tomorrow to see the prize and the thing you need to describe.

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