[Salone]

First off if this is in the wrong section, feel free to kindly move it/remind me/burn me at the stake for violations. Bring ketchup.

Hello one and all! Fancy you can write? Think you can write a story, a scene? Want to exercise your keyboard and make a few runes at the same time? Well then you have come to the "write" thread!

It's simple. I'll post a writing prompt. It could be anything. Fiction is limitless! You write what the prompt dictates and send it to me in a private message. After the contest is over, I'll post the results, the winner, and stories (should their authors be okay with posting them).

So what do you do?

Copy over the sheet below and send it along with the story you have written.

Contest will end ONE WEEK (EDIT: And a few days) (10/2/15) after time of posting.


Entrance Sheet:

1. Did you read the rules first?


2. Good! Are you okay with your story being posted in a public forum for other Trisphee users to read?


3. Place your story below!

First writing prompt:

Jack is dying. All alone on his ship, he is the last person alive, and soon he won't even be that. Adrift in the vast expanse, he has little chance of rescue and an even slimmer chance of survival. In 200 or more words, tell the reader how Jack came to this fate and whether or not this is the final chapter in his life.

(Current) Second writing prompt:

You're a cop, a loose cannon who doesn't play by the rules. You've got an angry chief shouting in your face and a mayor breathing down your neck. In 300 words or more, explain why they're mad at you this time, and what crime they've given you 48 hours to solve before they throw you off of the force.

Remember, there is no exam for artistic license! Take stories in any direction. Bend the narrative! Use vagueness of settings to your advantage! You are the artist and this universe is your statue, carve it in to what you desire! In the words of Mrs. Frizzle, take chances make mistakes, get messy!


First place winners will receive 60 Runes.

There may be prizes for runners up, but nothing is guaranteed!

As the contest goes on, prizes and amount of prize winners will change, but I promise it will always be something worth your time.

Remember, do not post it here. Your story is your baby, and no one wants their story copied! Make sure you send it to me in a private message. Also, please write your own original work. I know we're running off of the honor system here, but I want your story to be just that, your story. You may find help with others, but please do not ask someone to write it for you. I want to see what you can do!


UPDATE: For reference, I went ahead and wrote one so you might have something to judge and get a feel of. Not looking for masterpieces here, just have fun with it! And do not forget that you can pick any setting you desire, there are certainly more than one type of ship! I went with space with mine, but go with whatever floats your boat!

Nothing.

That's where everything came from. That's where everything was going to return to. And at this moment in time, that's what was happening as Jack tried in vain to start the engine of his ship.

“Come on, come on! Please!”

He beat his hands futilely against the hull, collapsing on to the floor as he sank downwards. There was no engine, no help coming, and no hope. The last one was the worst. Hope is what kept men going, the overlooked resource that fueled creatures when they had nothing left to run on. And now, he was out.

He was alone.

He hadn't been. Before the explosion. Before the accident. There had been a crew. His crew.

Now they were just bodies.

By dumb coincidence he had avoided their fate. By sheer dumb luck, he had been in the latrine when the airlocks were overrode, when the oxygen had been vented out to the black. He had been frozen in terror as he heard the thumps and distant grinding of metal on metal as the unknown thing had cut in to the cargo hold of his ship, as it had carelessly sliced the fuel line to the engine bay. But luck swings both ways. After silence had filled the space where air had once been, Jack realized that surviving the suffocation meant he was here to suffer a much longer, agonizing fate. And life support was fading.

Life support had done its job. There had been emergency power, for a time. What little oxygen had been in the reserves was pumping meagerly throughout the ship. But the auxiliary power was running out, and so was the air.

Jack picked himself from the floor. He was feeling light headed. Probably just stress.

He took slow, pained steps from the engine bay to the galley of the ship. He paused as he came to the porthole, one of the few tiny windows to the outside.

It was beautiful. It was terrifying. A literally infinite expanse of vast emptiness, of unlimited opportunity. Open stars, and anything could be out there. All of that emptiness was now pressing down on him, was forcing itself against his ship and seeking every possible way in. It buried itself on every side. All of that infinite space, and he was trapped within mere feet of suffocation in every direction. It was maddening.

His gaze broke from the porthole as another thud made the ship shudder. There it was again. Those long, echoing sounds. The grinding of something, something attached to the ship. The scream of metal being torn apart by fellow metal, being ripped from its shape, consumed. The body of his ship being taken unto something...something else. At any moment, it could breach the interior. At any moment, he could join his crew in the freezing suffocation of space.

“Albatross class vessel ND-64-Y7, this is the Vladivostok. We've picked up your distress signal. You are out of sensor range. We're having difficulty pinpointing your coordinates. Please respond, over.”

Hope! At long last, hope! Hope surged through him, reinvigorated him, gave him life! It was raw, unfiltered hope that pushed his failing body. It threw him up the stairs that passed now empty crew quarters. It propelled him beyond the meager living area towards the the bridge. The transmission played again, echoing and merging with the sounds of heavy thumps and dying metal.

“Albatross class vessel ND-64-Y7, this is the Vladivostok. We've picked up your distress signal. You are out of sensor range. We're having difficulty pinpointing your coordinates. Please respond, over.”

Jack reached the opening of the bridge, impatiently beating on the automated door as it began to slide open.

“Albatross class vessel ND-64-Y7, this is the Vladivostok. We've picked up your distress signal. You are out of sensor range. We're having difficulty pinpointing your coordinates. Please respond, over.”

He was so close! He could not recall the door to the bridge ever taking so long. It was agonizing. An eternity compacted and squeezed in to the span of mere seconds. The door split as each side began to slide in to the walls.

“Albatross class vessel ND-64-Y7, this is the Vladivostok. We've picked up your distress signal. You are out of sensor range. We're having difficulty pinpointing your-”

THUNK

The doors stopped. The lights were overtaken by black. Jack's feet left the floor as the gravity generator went offline. Whatever was cutting in to his ship had taken out life support. And now the hope he had been running off of, had been fueling him, was running out.

“Albatross class vessel ND-64-Y7, this is the Vladivostok. We've picked up your distress signal. You are out of sensor range. We're having difficulty pinpointing your coordinates. Please respond, over.”

He reached his arm through the crack of the door, swiping desperately for any purchase that might pull him through. The rest of him floated helplessly on the other side, trying to keep himself held and find any way to slide inside the door. But it was impossible. He reached and fell short. The soft red glow of the emergency beacon illuminated the space around it as it floated through the bridge. Jack reached out for the beacon still, but it was out of reach itself.

“Albatross class vessel ND-64-Y7, this is the Vladivostok. We've picked up your distress signal. You are out of sensor range. We're having difficulty pinpointing your coordinates. Please respond, over.”

The metallic ripping was getting louder. He knew as a primate on some distant planet, as some ape from millenia past, that whatever assailed him was getting closer. He struggled more.

And he failed.

“Albatross class vessel ND-64-Y7, this is the Vladivostok. We've picked up your distress signal. You are out of sensor range. We're having difficulty pinpointing your coordinates. Please respond, over.”

It was all around him now. The grinding. The ceaseless explosion of alloy being torn away. It was being consumed all around. And through the chaos, he could still hear parts of the transmission. The hope, the salvation, the promise that everything would be okay, if he could just reach a little further.

“Albatross class vessel ND-64-Y7, this is the Vladivo-”

Everything became louder.

“-ked up your distress signal. You are out of sensor range. We're having difficulty pinpointing-”

The rooms behind him were collapsing to whatever monstrosity had overtaken his ship.

“-You are-”

The metal grating consumed everything.

“-over.”