This time its a 1000 word fantasy story. (Click the link for the definition) and must be submitted to me in personal message by Tuesday 12th August, midday.
The rest is up to you. Any questions, feel free to ask
Full Version: Short Story Comp #2
yey! fantasy! and more words!!!
I'll do it this weekend
I'll do it this weekend
Yay my turn to lose. !
Nah ya won't lose
QUOTE(Rach227 @ Aug 9 2008, 11:12 AM) 
Nah ya won't lose
Cheers rach
I've entered, I'm quite proud of it 
Proofing and editing the final version. (I'm over by ten words and it's bloody hard whittling it down)
I was lucky my story finished on exactly 1000 words
Mine's in. 
#1
Years ago, before Earth was here, there was an ancient battle between good and evil. This epic battle would change the world forever, yet it would never been known to us. I now tell you the tale of creation and death and of happiness and sorrow. It began in a world known as Valaraukan. Here an evil plot made by the Valaraukans to put an end to the three other worlds was made. One of these worlds caught wind of this plot and informed the others, but when the messengers of the bad news arrived it was already too late. This world was known as Mesi. The mesians would have to stand alone against the wrath of the Valaraukans. With this, the mesians declared war with the Valaraukans and the ancient battle would begin.
The Mesians didn’t know when the attack of the Valaraukans would commence and so they sent out a spy by the name of Kelby. He infiltrated the Valaraukan world to gain as much information as to the plans they had in store. Information could be sent back to the Mesians quickly and easily with the help of their magic. The Mesians communicated by thought and Kelby report was nothing short of very bad news.
‘I cannot report what the Valaraukans plan to do, as I came, the Valaraukans left. They shall be at our world in the time to travel to there world takes. We do not have much time we must fight, we have no time negotiate.’
‘Very well, please try and come back to us as soon as you can, we need all the help we can muster’ came the ghostly female voice in Kelby’s mind.
‘Yes, Goddess’
Back in Mesi, the Mesians gathered together to prepare for battle. By the time they were ready the Valaraukans were half way to Mesi. The leader of the Mesians known as the Goddess went by the name Naunet. This was her message.
‘Now, fellow Mesians, we forget who we are in our world and we become one. I did not wish for this to happen and I wished for peace to exist between the Mesians and the Valaraukans, however, it seems we never had the chance to negotiate. The Valaraukans should be here very soon ready to attack.’ All around there was silence with the exception of a few gasps as the news was announced they were about to embark into a magical war. ‘We have the advantage to the other worlds, Hertha and Levanto, and today we fight in there honour. The Valaraukans have strength, but we have strength of mind. Remember to keep communicating with each other and if someone is in danger do not forget to stand by them. If I see anyone back away from their duty and we win this war I shall personally exile them from all of Mesi. Now go forth and let courage and honour be our guide.’
Cheers filled the air but it was soon quietened as the sound of the Valaraukans approach filled the air. As the opposition was seen, a red flame of fire surrounding them, the tremors of worry could be felt all around Mesi.
‘Surrender or prepare to die!’ bellowed a voice from the distance.
‘We shall NEVER bow to the like of bullies such as you Cendrillion’ retorted Naunet.
‘Then prepare to fight for your life’ he said a glimmer of evil in his eyes. ‘Attack’
Balls of fire rained down on warriors of Mesi, but the Mesians expected this attack. They raised there hand to air and force field formed over the army of Mesians. The Valaraukans descended into attack and the Mesians replied with Tidal wave. The Valaraukans fell back but this did not deter them and the full on battle commenced.
Kelby was travelling to his beloved world of mesi as fast as he could but he feared what e would find when he reached his home. He wanted to know what he would find so not long before he descended into battle against the Valaraukans he sent a message to his Goddess. The reply was not as he had hoped.
‘We had a good fight to begin but I fear our defences are weakening, we have lost a quarter of our people and the Valaraukans are advancing. I suggest you assist me in a surprise attack on the Valaraukan God, Cendrillion. When I catch site of you we shall attack him with a torrent of water in the front, from me, and from the behind, which is you.’
Kelby came within in site of Mesi, he found Cendrillion and not long after the message to attack. Naunet and Kelby attacked. But Kelby misjudged and the back fire of Nanuet’s attack sent him back. Kelby called to try again they did and this time they didn’t miss there target. Cendrillion was crushed between the pressure of the water and died instantly.
The Mesians were back on top but the death of the Valaraukans leader was not the end. Kelby joined his people with pride. Naunet gathered the Mesians together by thought with Kelby by her side. She explained the plan that individual battles were not working and that they should launch an attack from all sides. The Mesians circled the Valaraukans and with no leader they did not know how to counteract. But when the torrent of water charged it’s way towards the Valaraukans they fired flames in reply. This created huge pressure and there was an explosion of immense proportions.
The Mesians world and the Valaraukans world were wiped out but in there place came a new world now known as Earth. Only a few survived including Naunet but Kelby was not to be found.
The few Valaraukans and Mesians left agreed a truce; they lived on this new world and with no need of magic, it faded. This new world brought together earth, air, fire and water. A new generation was born and with it came hope.
#2
A Future.
“Fairies are small creatures of light which flit around the woods and meadows.” the book said. . “Yeah right” Aratherial added with a bitter afterthought. Those female fairies might have pretty diaphanous wings and be able to fly about, but us poor males have to stay on the ground where it’s predator and prey in a life or death struggle. Male fairies don’t have wings.
Being a fairy two inches tall means most forest creatures refer to fairies as “lunch”.
He looked again at the book the human was reading. “Faerie Folk of the Forest” the title said.
Aratherial wasn’t sure where the author had got the information about “Faerie Folk” from, and figured most of the details had come from a 50% proof bottle of something!
He had a good vantage point from a tree stump, and could plainly see the book the human child was reading. Aratherial was debating whether to break all the rules and talk to the human, pointing out that the book bore absolutely no relationship to reality.
The picture the child was looking at showed little lights dancing in the twilight…which in fact was pretty close to the truth. The females did fly about at night, but only to lure a bat down to within bowshot. There’s good eating on a bat, and those leather wings make good armour when stretched and cured.
Aratherial cast a protective glance in the direction of the hole in the tree where the rest of the tribe were sleeping then carried on reading over the child’s shoulder for a while.
A new page revealed a picture of a brightly, nay, garishly dressed “Imp” sat atop a mushroom, grinning inanely. The caption read ‘Imps are mischievous creatures, who spend their days looking for pranks to play on other fairy folk and unwary humans.”
Aratherial shook his head in disbelief, secure in the knowledge that there was no such creature as an “Imp.” No, the odds were the author had spotted a lone male fairy who’d been thrown out of his tribe for being useless, or whose tribe had fallen to predators, maybe even human predators who had cut down his part of the forest, something which happened all too often these days.
In fact, it occurred to Aratherial that the child’s presence meant it would soon be time to retreat further into the heart of the forest. Humans brought cats with them, and cats meant silent death in the night. He’d had seen two tribes of fairies wiped out by these “pets“ of humans. The feline killer just used them as playthings until they stopped moving, then losing interest and moving on. Such carnage and waste, all for entertainment. They didn’t even eat the kill! If he saw a cat, he’d put an arrow into it just for spite. His arrows couldn’t harm such a large creature, but they did annoy it. Small revenge, but revenge nonetheless.
Then from within the woods came a rat-a-tat, in three burst of twelve.
The child jumped up and ran out of the woods with a cry of “Mummy, Daddy I’ve just heard a woodpecker!”
“Woodpecker indeed!” sneered Aratherial - that was Tharemen signalling an invitation to all tribesmen to a hunt tonight. Aratherial would signal back soon, it would be good to have some company for a change, and there was safety in numbers. Fresh food would be a blessing too. The larder needed filling for winter and with two pregnant females in the tribe, there were harsh times ahead.
For the millionth time Aratherial wished his ancestors had “gone over” with the elves. The Elven people had witnessed the growing numbers of humanity, seen a glimpse of the future…it didn’t include Elves! And so the Elves had left and the location of the portal had been lost to the fairy folk over the years. There were rumours of a messenger, but where and when…none now knew.
The child had abandoned the book in its rush to tell of the “woodpecker”, and a breeze turned the page.
Aratherial nearly fell off the stump in shock as he read of Fairy Mounds, and a ring of toadstools around a small knoll, with the full moon in the background above an almost triangular rock. He knew that rock formation, it was barely a mile away! Few fairies went there and even the animals avoided it as the hunting was poor. Without doubt it was the same place!
All of a sudden, something went ‘click’ in his memory as he recalled a rhyme from his childhood.
“Step light, step dark, twice round the mark
Step bold, and hark you’ve found the mark.
Twixt summer and snow, twixt snow and the sun
Twice a year to us you can run.”
Could this be ….. the portal? Had the confused author inadvertently stumbled upon something?
It was four days to the half phase of the moon, an open portal, a gateway to the Elves.
He was hit by a sudden rush of indecision. Should he send out a scouting party to confirm his suspicions or throw caution to the wind and move the tribe en masse with all the potential dangers that entailed?
But first he must signal. He had to get word to Tharemen of what he’d seen in that book. He took his axe and tapped out five burst of six…”Meet me. Urgent”.
Dare he hope there might be a future for the fairy folk after all.
All of a sudden, his thoughts were shattered by the sound of an excited yapping coming from the direction of the child.
He almost screamed in anguish. “Oh no! Please, by all the gods of the forest not a dog, not now!” He drew his bow. The few yards between him, his tribe, and the future had just become deadly miles.
He didn’t see the wind blow the book to the first page, where the author’s name was displayed…E. L. Venkind.
There are no fairies in Britain anymore.
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Those are the entries. Please vote. You have until this Friday, 9pm
Years ago, before Earth was here, there was an ancient battle between good and evil. This epic battle would change the world forever, yet it would never been known to us. I now tell you the tale of creation and death and of happiness and sorrow. It began in a world known as Valaraukan. Here an evil plot made by the Valaraukans to put an end to the three other worlds was made. One of these worlds caught wind of this plot and informed the others, but when the messengers of the bad news arrived it was already too late. This world was known as Mesi. The mesians would have to stand alone against the wrath of the Valaraukans. With this, the mesians declared war with the Valaraukans and the ancient battle would begin.
The Mesians didn’t know when the attack of the Valaraukans would commence and so they sent out a spy by the name of Kelby. He infiltrated the Valaraukan world to gain as much information as to the plans they had in store. Information could be sent back to the Mesians quickly and easily with the help of their magic. The Mesians communicated by thought and Kelby report was nothing short of very bad news.
‘I cannot report what the Valaraukans plan to do, as I came, the Valaraukans left. They shall be at our world in the time to travel to there world takes. We do not have much time we must fight, we have no time negotiate.’
‘Very well, please try and come back to us as soon as you can, we need all the help we can muster’ came the ghostly female voice in Kelby’s mind.
‘Yes, Goddess’
Back in Mesi, the Mesians gathered together to prepare for battle. By the time they were ready the Valaraukans were half way to Mesi. The leader of the Mesians known as the Goddess went by the name Naunet. This was her message.
‘Now, fellow Mesians, we forget who we are in our world and we become one. I did not wish for this to happen and I wished for peace to exist between the Mesians and the Valaraukans, however, it seems we never had the chance to negotiate. The Valaraukans should be here very soon ready to attack.’ All around there was silence with the exception of a few gasps as the news was announced they were about to embark into a magical war. ‘We have the advantage to the other worlds, Hertha and Levanto, and today we fight in there honour. The Valaraukans have strength, but we have strength of mind. Remember to keep communicating with each other and if someone is in danger do not forget to stand by them. If I see anyone back away from their duty and we win this war I shall personally exile them from all of Mesi. Now go forth and let courage and honour be our guide.’
Cheers filled the air but it was soon quietened as the sound of the Valaraukans approach filled the air. As the opposition was seen, a red flame of fire surrounding them, the tremors of worry could be felt all around Mesi.
‘Surrender or prepare to die!’ bellowed a voice from the distance.
‘We shall NEVER bow to the like of bullies such as you Cendrillion’ retorted Naunet.
‘Then prepare to fight for your life’ he said a glimmer of evil in his eyes. ‘Attack’
Balls of fire rained down on warriors of Mesi, but the Mesians expected this attack. They raised there hand to air and force field formed over the army of Mesians. The Valaraukans descended into attack and the Mesians replied with Tidal wave. The Valaraukans fell back but this did not deter them and the full on battle commenced.
Kelby was travelling to his beloved world of mesi as fast as he could but he feared what e would find when he reached his home. He wanted to know what he would find so not long before he descended into battle against the Valaraukans he sent a message to his Goddess. The reply was not as he had hoped.
‘We had a good fight to begin but I fear our defences are weakening, we have lost a quarter of our people and the Valaraukans are advancing. I suggest you assist me in a surprise attack on the Valaraukan God, Cendrillion. When I catch site of you we shall attack him with a torrent of water in the front, from me, and from the behind, which is you.’
Kelby came within in site of Mesi, he found Cendrillion and not long after the message to attack. Naunet and Kelby attacked. But Kelby misjudged and the back fire of Nanuet’s attack sent him back. Kelby called to try again they did and this time they didn’t miss there target. Cendrillion was crushed between the pressure of the water and died instantly.
The Mesians were back on top but the death of the Valaraukans leader was not the end. Kelby joined his people with pride. Naunet gathered the Mesians together by thought with Kelby by her side. She explained the plan that individual battles were not working and that they should launch an attack from all sides. The Mesians circled the Valaraukans and with no leader they did not know how to counteract. But when the torrent of water charged it’s way towards the Valaraukans they fired flames in reply. This created huge pressure and there was an explosion of immense proportions.
The Mesians world and the Valaraukans world were wiped out but in there place came a new world now known as Earth. Only a few survived including Naunet but Kelby was not to be found.
The few Valaraukans and Mesians left agreed a truce; they lived on this new world and with no need of magic, it faded. This new world brought together earth, air, fire and water. A new generation was born and with it came hope.
#2
A Future.
“Fairies are small creatures of light which flit around the woods and meadows.” the book said. . “Yeah right” Aratherial added with a bitter afterthought. Those female fairies might have pretty diaphanous wings and be able to fly about, but us poor males have to stay on the ground where it’s predator and prey in a life or death struggle. Male fairies don’t have wings.
Being a fairy two inches tall means most forest creatures refer to fairies as “lunch”.
He looked again at the book the human was reading. “Faerie Folk of the Forest” the title said.
Aratherial wasn’t sure where the author had got the information about “Faerie Folk” from, and figured most of the details had come from a 50% proof bottle of something!
He had a good vantage point from a tree stump, and could plainly see the book the human child was reading. Aratherial was debating whether to break all the rules and talk to the human, pointing out that the book bore absolutely no relationship to reality.
The picture the child was looking at showed little lights dancing in the twilight…which in fact was pretty close to the truth. The females did fly about at night, but only to lure a bat down to within bowshot. There’s good eating on a bat, and those leather wings make good armour when stretched and cured.
Aratherial cast a protective glance in the direction of the hole in the tree where the rest of the tribe were sleeping then carried on reading over the child’s shoulder for a while.
A new page revealed a picture of a brightly, nay, garishly dressed “Imp” sat atop a mushroom, grinning inanely. The caption read ‘Imps are mischievous creatures, who spend their days looking for pranks to play on other fairy folk and unwary humans.”
Aratherial shook his head in disbelief, secure in the knowledge that there was no such creature as an “Imp.” No, the odds were the author had spotted a lone male fairy who’d been thrown out of his tribe for being useless, or whose tribe had fallen to predators, maybe even human predators who had cut down his part of the forest, something which happened all too often these days.
In fact, it occurred to Aratherial that the child’s presence meant it would soon be time to retreat further into the heart of the forest. Humans brought cats with them, and cats meant silent death in the night. He’d had seen two tribes of fairies wiped out by these “pets“ of humans. The feline killer just used them as playthings until they stopped moving, then losing interest and moving on. Such carnage and waste, all for entertainment. They didn’t even eat the kill! If he saw a cat, he’d put an arrow into it just for spite. His arrows couldn’t harm such a large creature, but they did annoy it. Small revenge, but revenge nonetheless.
Then from within the woods came a rat-a-tat, in three burst of twelve.
The child jumped up and ran out of the woods with a cry of “Mummy, Daddy I’ve just heard a woodpecker!”
“Woodpecker indeed!” sneered Aratherial - that was Tharemen signalling an invitation to all tribesmen to a hunt tonight. Aratherial would signal back soon, it would be good to have some company for a change, and there was safety in numbers. Fresh food would be a blessing too. The larder needed filling for winter and with two pregnant females in the tribe, there were harsh times ahead.
For the millionth time Aratherial wished his ancestors had “gone over” with the elves. The Elven people had witnessed the growing numbers of humanity, seen a glimpse of the future…it didn’t include Elves! And so the Elves had left and the location of the portal had been lost to the fairy folk over the years. There were rumours of a messenger, but where and when…none now knew.
The child had abandoned the book in its rush to tell of the “woodpecker”, and a breeze turned the page.
Aratherial nearly fell off the stump in shock as he read of Fairy Mounds, and a ring of toadstools around a small knoll, with the full moon in the background above an almost triangular rock. He knew that rock formation, it was barely a mile away! Few fairies went there and even the animals avoided it as the hunting was poor. Without doubt it was the same place!
All of a sudden, something went ‘click’ in his memory as he recalled a rhyme from his childhood.
“Step light, step dark, twice round the mark
Step bold, and hark you’ve found the mark.
Twixt summer and snow, twixt snow and the sun
Twice a year to us you can run.”
Could this be ….. the portal? Had the confused author inadvertently stumbled upon something?
It was four days to the half phase of the moon, an open portal, a gateway to the Elves.
He was hit by a sudden rush of indecision. Should he send out a scouting party to confirm his suspicions or throw caution to the wind and move the tribe en masse with all the potential dangers that entailed?
But first he must signal. He had to get word to Tharemen of what he’d seen in that book. He took his axe and tapped out five burst of six…”Meet me. Urgent”.
Dare he hope there might be a future for the fairy folk after all.
All of a sudden, his thoughts were shattered by the sound of an excited yapping coming from the direction of the child.
He almost screamed in anguish. “Oh no! Please, by all the gods of the forest not a dog, not now!” He drew his bow. The few yards between him, his tribe, and the future had just become deadly miles.
He didn’t see the wind blow the book to the first page, where the author’s name was displayed…E. L. Venkind.
There are no fairies in Britain anymore.
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Those are the entries. Please vote. You have until this Friday, 9pm
There's only one I could vote for 
good story though, bad turnout
good story though, bad turnout
QUOTE(Scorpio @ Aug 5 2008, 10:47 AM)
The rest is up to you. Any questions, feel free to ask
I thought that said "Any questions, feel frere to ask" at first
Have you been on the sauce
QUOTE(Babylon @ Aug 13 2008, 08:38 AM)
QUOTE(Scorpio @ Aug 5 2008, 10:47 AM)
The rest is up to you. Any questions, feel free to ask
I thought that said "Any questions, feel frere to ask" at first
My genitals do hold the answers to everything
QUOTE(Frere @ Aug 13 2008, 09:44 AM)
QUOTE(Babylon @ Aug 13 2008, 08:38 AM)
QUOTE(Scorpio @ Aug 5 2008, 10:47 AM)
The rest is up to you. Any questions, feel free to ask
I thought that said "Any questions, feel frere to ask" at first
My genitals do hold the answers to everything
You still in dreamland at this hour then?
QUOTE(andy1960 @ Aug 13 2008, 09:38 AM)
Have you been on the sauce Nah the bar doesn't open here till 12
HQ is the winner with his #2 entry. Well done HQ 
. Rach wrote #1. Well done also to her and thanks to both of you for entering.
So only 7 votes eh? Thats piss poor and if you didnt vote, you should be ashamed of yourself
But dont bother voting now cos its too late
. Rach wrote #1. Well done also to her and thanks to both of you for entering.So only 7 votes eh? Thats piss poor and if you didnt vote, you should be ashamed of yourself
But dont bother voting now cos its too late
Well done both good ! congrats guys i voted for rach
I really tried to write one over 3 nights, but couldn't get my head round it sorry.
i voted for rach I really tried to write one over 3 nights, but couldn't get my head round it sorry.
at least sum1 like my story
and that's fairy snuff lol
and that's fairy snuff lol
I was that mystery voter #1 was for me
lol I know who voted for me now
7 votes - yeah thanks for the support there members. 
Well done HQ for winning and well done to Rach also.
Well done HQ for winning and well done to Rach also.
I voted for the fairys
Congrats to HQ, .....well done to Rach too
Congrats to HQ, .....well done to Rach too
I was one of those that voted - I was too late to enter this one, but I'm looking forward to writing one for the next comp
Aww, i'm well gutted to have missed out on this one.
Oh well i'll have pen at the ready for the next.
Oh well i'll have pen at the ready for the next.
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