01-14-2018, 08:04 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-14-2018, 08:05 PM by The Creator.)
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XImageTransform.Microsoft.gradient( startColorstr='#474747', endColorstr='#474747',GradientType=0 ); } .nymph_text { position: relative; z-index: 3; width: 450px; background-color: #dcdcdc; box-shadow: 0px 1px 10px 1px black; margin-top:-50px; }.nymph_container p { margin: 0; } .nymph_name { font: 40px 'Lora', serif; color: #000; position: relative; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 7px;}.nymph_message { text-align: justify; font: 12px 'Times New Roman', serif; padding: 15px 20px 10px 20px; color: #000; } .nymph_quote { text-align: center; font: 16px 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: italic; color: #474747; padding-bottom: 15px; } .nymph_image { position: relative; z-index: 1; width:500; height:auto;} </style> <center> <div class="nymph_container"> <div class="nymph_grad-bg"></div> <img class="nymph_image" src="https://www.pickthebrain.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2017/04/writers-block.jpg"> <div class="nymph_text"> <p class="nymph_message"> “Once upon a time….” no, that's overused and tired. The sharp sound of a paper being ripped from the metal reem that held all the sheets of looseleaf together filled the room followed by the crip scraping and bending of the paper being crumpled up and thrown to the floor. “In a land far far away,” his hand wrote smoothly in a flourish. He pulled the paper back and read it again studying the structure of words and the feeling it left, the way it could engage the reader. But that too was not fitting for the man tore it out and left it crumpled on the floor as well. All around him lay paper balls, thrown out ideas, and the visual representation of his writer’s block. Nothing he wrote seemed to work and all the ideas he came up with were tired, old, and unoriginal. The rest of his stories were due to his editor at the end of the week and he still needed a few more to make the quota the publisher set in order to move forward with his collection of short stories. The man, let’s call him Author, cause he’s <i>the author</i>, dropped his head in frustration and fatigue. He had been working so hard, and this writer’s block was about to cost him his book. The Author kept his eyes closed for a moment, allowing the weight of his eyelids to soothe his eyes that ached from staring at empty pages all day. It didn’t take long for his breathing to grow slow and even, and his consciousness faded into the depths of sleep.
It wasn’t long before Author found himself dreaming, everything was white but hazy as if a fog had set in, his feet echoed with each step. A desk became visible and on the desk was a leather-bound book. He opened to a random page and thumbed through allowing the pages to cascade down as the grazed over his thumb. All were empty. He looked around again as he called out hesitantly, <b>”Hello?</b> His voice just echoed around as he glanced around some more. The Author couldn’t believe how real all this felt, he didn’t quite believe he was dreaming.
When his attention returned to the desk, the leather pad had opened to the first page, and a traditional quill and inkwell sat next to it. On the page there was a note, ink still wet on the page. <b>”Hello!?!</b> Author called out again. He hadn’t left the desk’s side, simply looked around...he must be dreaming. This time he looked at the words written in perfect script.
<i>The magic of Beqanna has smiled upon you. If stories are what you want, ask and help will come to you. Write a story's beginning or a story prompt on a page and sit back to see what happens. By the time you wake surely you will have the stories you need. Good luck! - The Fairies</i>
Author scoffed at this, no way it was true. And for a long time he did nothing- just stared and waited, as he had been for days. Believe it or not, staring at paper gets tiring, so he turned the page, and picked up the quill, only to put it down. This happened several times before finally he picked up the quill and dipped it in the ink. His hand moved across the page and when he pulled it away from the page it read. <i>”Ok Beqanna ‘Fairies’ I need characters, if you can bring me that, then maybe I’ll believe you.</i></p><p class="nymph_name">The Creator </p><p class="nymph_quote">--The Author--</p> </div> </div> </center>
<u>Round 1</u>
If you decide to participate, describe how you end up in this magic story book, controlled by Author. Start wherever you are, and end your post as your appear in the story book’s blank page with your name beside you. Yes you are in horse form, and yes you can move around the page with your name moving with you. This is an individual post, though you may reference seeing others (other participants), it will not affect anyone else’s post/story.
<b>POSTS ARE DUE BY: Thursday January 18, 2018 @ 10pm EST
In this round, your posts are <u>LIMITED to 587 words Maximum.</u> Why 587?-- Because the Author can do what he wants. </b>
The details
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When his attention returned to the desk, the leather pad had opened to the first page, and a traditional quill and inkwell sat next to it. On the page there was a note, ink still wet on the page. <b>”Hello!?!</b> Author called out again. He hadn’t left the desk’s side, simply looked around...he must be dreaming. This time he looked at the words written in perfect script.
<i>The magic of Beqanna has smiled upon you. If stories are what you want, ask and help will come to you. Write a story's beginning or a story prompt on a page and sit back to see what happens. By the time you wake surely you will have the stories you need. Good luck! - The Fairies</i>
Author scoffed at this, no way it was true. And for a long time he did nothing- just stared and waited, as he had been for days. Believe it or not, staring at paper gets tiring, so he turned the page, and picked up the quill, only to put it down. This happened several times before finally he picked up the quill and dipped it in the ink. His hand moved across the page and when he pulled it away from the page it read. <i>”Ok Beqanna ‘Fairies’ I need characters, if you can bring me that, then maybe I’ll believe you.</i></p><p class="nymph_name">The Creator </p><p class="nymph_quote">--The Author--</p> </div> </div> </center>
<u>Round 1</u>
If you decide to participate, describe how you end up in this magic story book, controlled by Author. Start wherever you are, and end your post as your appear in the story book’s blank page with your name beside you. Yes you are in horse form, and yes you can move around the page with your name moving with you. This is an individual post, though you may reference seeing others (other participants), it will not affect anyone else’s post/story.
<b>POSTS ARE DUE BY: Thursday January 18, 2018 @ 10pm EST
In this round, your posts are <u>LIMITED to 587 words Maximum.</u> Why 587?-- Because the Author can do what he wants. </b>
The details
- This is a writing/elimination quest. All posts will be judged on how well the prompts are met, your effort in drafting a creative story- full of vivid imagery and detail that helps the author envision your story, and how well you react to the challenges ahead.
- Grammar and sentence structure will not be judged unless it makes the post difficult to read/understand.
- No editing allowed once posted
- Grammar and sentence structure will not be judged unless it makes the post difficult to read/understand.
- There are no limits on number of participants, but only one character per player.
- This quest is open to all characters ALREADY born, mare or stallion
- Note that there may be topics in this quest that are not foal friendly and I will not make exceptions b/c you chose a foal, but it may be in your favor in another round-- you won’t know until each round starts.
- Note that there may be topics in this quest that are not foal friendly and I will not make exceptions b/c you chose a foal, but it may be in your favor in another round-- you won’t know until each round starts.
- You have no traits/abilities unless otherwise stated
- The Author has every right to change his characters to fit his needs, this includes changing form, species, even if you are writing alone or interacting with others.
- As always there are prizes at the end: 2 top prizes and 2-3 runner up prizes depending on number of entries.
- DEFECTS: permanent defects will ONLY be given if you do not post by a deadline WITHOUT notice. You may drop out by PM or posting so in the thread w/o fear of penalty. Short term defects may be given with elimination.
- NO EXTENSIONS will be given.
- If need be, the Author withholds the right to a roll of dice if a decision cannot be made on who will advance.