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 Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2007 2:25 pm
Hey all, I know it's been a while since the contest finished, but we had to take some extra time to get all the votes.
I'm very impressed with all of the entries and enjoyed reading them!
I believe all of the judges feel similar. But as in every contest, there have to be winners.
I'd Like to congradulate
Crypticxguide, with her story, "Excerpts from "The Immortal's Journal""
And
TheAmberShrew and her poem, "Solitude"
Congradulations!
Your prize money should be coming to you from the guild mule.
Thanks again to everyone who participated.
A new contest should be coming your way again soon.
If you have any questions or suggestions for contests, please feel free to contact one of the mods.
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2007 2:26 pm
Excerpts from "The Immortal's Journal"
-Entry One-
My name is Cali'aeon. It's a strange name, I'm aware of that. I have lived since the dawning of man, and I have experienced their triumphs and sorrows, their growing bigotry since their beginning. I have grown to both love and despise mankind, love them for their resilience, their intelligence, the power that they have over their own destinies. But I have come to hate them for the destruction they have wrought upon this earth, which once overflowed with balance, with near perfection, and I must wonder if it is worth it.
I write this account for reasons I do not understand, nor will I pretend to. Perhaps I am tired of holding in a bursting secret of life and immortality, which is highly overrated. When a person is immortal, they live until the end of time, or until they kill themselves out of sheer despair. I am the last of my race, the Kalened. The rest of my brethren have forsaken their only sister and succumbed to anguish and hatred. I have never understood my brothers.
-Entry Three Hundred and Thirty Three-
I lived before the sun shone upon this frail gathering of dust and particles, before the premordial rain came to give life to this poor hunk of stone and magma. I saw the beginning of mankind, and I will see its' destruction, and I will live on. I have watched each coming and passing of eras amongst the dwindling numbers of my kin until I remain alone, the last of the Star Children. Many have come to the peak of my mountain, seeking one form of immortality or another, think that immortality is the answer to the mysteries of life.
But humans will never find peace in immortality. To be an immortal, means that you will never know peace, you will only feel the endless progression of time, and see the cycle of time repeat itself over and over again until the universe itself is unmade and remade, thus the cycle repeats. Immortality means despair and anguish, and watching those you once loved die slowly, while you remain ageless and untouched by the march of time. It means the cruel progression of apathy so strong that you cease to care for all that you once craved.
-Entry Six Hundred and Ninety-Four-
I pity those who crave my curse, and my gift. I will see countless more people die, until the race of Man is craven and cowardly, the gift of love and courage revoked as the gods become disgusted with the destruction mankind is capable of. I wonder if a mere human is capable of watching impassively and doing nothing, as I have done through the worst of the wars of man, the worst of their atrocities. My only function is to serve as an accountant, a recorder to hold the terrible history of this world for all time. All immortals must have a function or we will die.
And my brothers forgot their function, and they succumbed to rage or hatred, emotions that we immortals never feel anymore. Humans cannot understand the lack of emotion they will possess. They will forget everything they cared for, and everything they wanted, until they, too, can bear no longer the endless years of endless living.
Immortality is not worth the loss of emotion for humans. It is what makes them what they are. Immortality, you must remember, doesn't end. It has a distinct tendency to run forever.
-Entry Nine Hundred and Ninety-Nine-
I have, of late, begun to question my own existence, and I resolutely turn from those thoughts, for I must remain to keep the Akashic Records for Earth. I fear I am the only one of my kind left in the universe that has not become a human, a mortal, or succumbed to death. I am so tired though. After so many eons of observing and recording, this will be my last entry for I am so very very tired...
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The wind swirled around the outside of the cave, as the writer Cali'aeon dropped her pen, and lay her head down on the stacks of paper and journals she had kept throughout the centuries of Mankind's existence. Her eyes closed softly, a soft smile forming on her face as she remembered her family, lost so many centuries ago. The candle she used to illuminate her writing extinguished, and darkness filled the cave with the loss of the golden light. Cali'aeon drew her last breath and let Death take her to the plains of the Immortals, where she reunited with her brothers, and a smile remained on her now dead and still face.
Akasha chuckled as her experiment drew to a close, the last of the Kalened dead, given themselves to death. She closed her book of tallied dead and went to show her findings to the gods. She told them that even the memories of immortality would drive a mere mortal insane. Her experiment done, Akasha drew the curtains and closed them on the Earth until it destroyed itself. Mortals were so fickle wanting immortality, then getting it, then killing themselves. Akasha understood vaguely. After all, the problem with immortality, Akasha knew, was that it tended to go on forever.
~crypticxguide~
Solitude
She sits inside pinkish room.
Covered walls in feathered plume.
Clean pure air is filtered through
Ceiling guards the morning dew.
In a chair of polished wood,
On a pillow stuffed and good,
In a sweater mildly warm,
Never stitched or ripped or torn.
Hollow music drifts a by.
Grainy harpsichord on fly.
Luted notes of colorless rye
Fill the walls that block the sky.
China cups with polished spoons
Hold the tea of afternoons.
Bland and tasteless evergreen
drips from silverweric gleam.
Mousy brown hair, long, in braids
Twirled and curled by many maids,
Tied within a creamy bow
Tucked inside a collar, though.
Silent nights meet mild days.
Nowhere puzzles, games, a maze.
Just sit and stare, beginning to end.
No pain, no pleasure, no enemy, nor friend.
Put in a bottle, stored away,
A life gets moldy, then decays.
Spoken words not heard in days.
Never felt the sunlight's rays.
Alone, protected, kept and safe.
Kept coldish warm, a well fed waif.
Medium blend of good and bad
Leave a life but sick and sad.
But wait, a day when no one comes.
No maid to braid, no song to hum,
A window covered in velvet shades.
Cut it open with hidden blades.
The light! The light! Blinds her eyes!
The spots and dots she blinks, surprised.
She looks through fingers, through the lines
And sees now life in grey blue skies.
A man walks below on the sidewalk street,
Clicking fast in shiny shoed feet.
Someone to meet, someone to meet...
She opens up the window wide,
Gasping breaths of air inside.
She takes the blades that cut the shades
And throws it to the man and bades:
"Oh, come! Please come! Speak to me words!
Shout to me something I haven't heard.
Give me praise, tell me truth,
Sing me a song, play me a flute!"
The man, shrinking back from fallen blades,
Stares up at the window and his shock now fades.
Anger sketched upon his face,
He calls up to the women's place:
"Stupid child! Have you any sense?
To throw down a razor blade like this?
I say, a flute? You need instead
A slap upside your pretty head!"
And then with a flash, he leaves the street,
Leaving only an echo of feet.
The girl slides down into the room,
Tears and fears begin to bloom:
"This man who lives in the world outside
Has hurt my heart, my heart inside.
How can a spoken word so new
Make my soul now crack in two?"
The women sat at window side
For years since then, she stayed and hide,
Between the worlds of found and lost
Always saying, weighing the costs:
"If I leave my room behind
I will find the world, divine,
Yet enemies I'll surely make.
How long will all that heartache take?"
~TheAmberShrew~
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2007 8:59 am
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2007 3:14 am
=3 They're both very lovely.
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2007 7:22 am
Wow! Didn't think I'd win. *blinks* Wow. eek Thanks everyone! It took me awhile to get it right, but I loved it when I submitted it, and I'm glad y'all did too! ^^
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2007 3:16 pm
Congrats! Everything was really awesome!
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 7:44 pm
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Posted: Fri May 11, 2007 2:23 am
Congrats to the winners! Good job.
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2007 10:47 pm
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 4:43 pm
Congradulations, winners!
I liked both entries!
Both authors are truly gifted writers
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2007 5:01 pm
*falls off chair* Wow, I won...After being off Gaia for two months, this is a nice thing to come back to. 4laugh Hehe...Thanks much to the people who voted and the people who had to read all the entrees!
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 3:41 pm
*applauds* Great job winners! Thank you to everyone who was a part of the contest! You all did fabulously! blaugh 3nodding
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2007 8:55 am
TheAmberShrew *falls off chair* Wow, I won...After being off Gaia for two months, this is a nice thing to come back to. 4laugh Hehe...Thanks much to the people who voted and the people who had to read all the entrees! It was a pleasure, they were all excellent.
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