[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.”

[Salone]

First Contest!

Writing Prompt 1:

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.

Writing Prompt 1 Results:

Winner: Lucid:

Submission:

Jack:

Wanted to follow up with you on that cargo of 10,000 baby petite lap giraffes that you are supposed to be transporting for me. As a reminder, your ship was supposed to come in to port three days ago, and the dock master has informed me that your ship has gone missing.

Who do you think you are? Noah? We don't have 40 days, here! I have a very tight business to run and I have investors counting on these petite lap giraffes. They are supposed to revolutionize the pet industry! I spent billions of dollars breeding them, and you are jeopardizing their lives by keeping them on the ocean and out of professional care. I can't risk losing these animals, Jack.

I've had my managers keeping a watch on your ship's route and they have informed me about some hurricane. Jack, I hired you because you were the best ship captain out there. I paid you half upfront. I expect you to have avoided that hurricane, Jack. I want to see results.

Please let me know asap your status and give me an ETA on your arrival. I wanted you here on Monday, Jack. Don't make me wait.

- Spencer Rycombe, CEO

Runner(s) Up:
Illusion
Submission:

Jack was high on FORRRGEEETABOUTIT, a rare drug only found in Trisp-exico. After shanking his drug dealer for more to no avail, Jack learns from Mitch that his ex-girlfriend Tammy knows where to find them. Jack proceeds on his Journey to Tammy's house only to find her dead. A suicide note was left to her side, there it read:
"Too whomever may be readin' this. I couldn' take the pain and suffering no more. This was a split second decision, and I think it was a good one too! If this my parents reading this then, FUCK YOU, if it's my no good hair salonist you do shoddy work, and if this letter ever ends up with one of my ex boyfriends, you could have had it all but you lost me you cheap ass bastards. Well, this is it. I'm going to smoke this FORRGEEETABOUTIT that I got from some sailor named Francis who works down at the pier and then rest in piece. LOL OMG #SUICIDETHISBITCH. Amen."

Jack was oddly disturbed from this ordeal, so he called and left a tip to the police and scurried off to the pier to find a sailor named Francis. Jack asked around for Francis and only got dirty looks and maybe a smack in the noggin'. After numerous failed attempts a lady tapped on his shoulder and said, "I heard you be looking for me darling." Jack turns around to see a women of a particular man.
"I heard you asking around for me, did you want to do..." Francis stares at Jack's everything.
Jack quickly replies "Aah gee no. I'm looking for some Forgeettaboout it."
"Well. I'm off on a voyage to grab some off a island where I don't get problems with the buzz. Come with me, you can pretend you own my boat and play captain... All over the poopdeck." Francis plays with her tongue and lips suggestively. Francis agreed to play captain and join Francis on her voyage. A hour at sea and while avoiding sexual roleplay with Francis, the waves began to grow and roar.
"AARRR. E' STORM IS APPROOACHING." Jack said.
"Eye eye.... captain." Francis says suggestively. The boat rocked back and worth, thunder was screeching in the background, and soon a giant tsunami wised before the shipped. Before Jack knew anything the tsunami had hit him and the boat was flipped upside down. Moments later Jack is coughing up water, the boat has sank, he realizes that the boat is now submerged into water but he was left in a small pocket of air. A giant splinter was impaled in his stomach. 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.

Jack closed his eyes and then soon opened up again. He found himself naked next to a sleeping Francis. Jack says aloud, "WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO!?" Francis opens his eyes and said, "FORGEEEEETAAABOOOUUUTIT!"

Second Contest!

Writing Prompt 2:

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.

Writing Prompt 2 Results:

Winner: Coda

Submission:

"My daughter is DEAD." The police commissioner was red in the face as he bellowed the words at me as rain fell in sheets against his office window. "YOU were the one who was supposed to stop that... that MADMAN. You talk about protecting this city? Then explain to me why I'm going home tonight to an EMPTY HOUSE?"

The mayor was standing on my other side, the two of them flanking me as if to keep me from getting away. He pursed his lips, shifting his weight and refolding his arms, a dark scowl on his face. He's inserted himself into this meeting as a show of authority. He hasn't said much so far, but we have a history -- I know he doesn't like me. The feeling is mutual. "Yes, please, explain it to him. Explain why you disobeyed my DIRECT order. I'd like to hear what sort of justification you have. I want to know why you think that you can get away with your brand of vigilante justice and yet you can't -- no, you WON'T do what it takes to keep this from happening!"

I narrowed my eyes, remaining silent. I'm not going to let him get under my skin. The commissioner and I don't always see eye to eye, but I respect him, and I value his opinions. I really DO feel bad about his daughter. But the mayor? He's a corrupt crook with the backing of the mob, and he only won because his opponent did something embarrassing.

"WELL? Are you going to SAY anything?" The mayor just officially blew his cool.

I spoke up for the first time to say, "Not to you."

"WHAT?! I'll have you thrown out of this city! What makes you think you can act like this to me?"

"Because..." I paused for dramatic effect, letting the thunder crash. "I'm Batman."

Runner(s) Up:

Illusion
Submission

RULE NUMBER 202: A LESSON IN PAIN.

I'm Brock Brockstein, after a nuclear radiation from the local Obviously Evil Factory I was given kung-fu powers. I became a loose cannon who doesn't follow the rules. I narrate everything I say because I say it very cool. I work as a cop in Danger City where there is danger. My mortal enemy Dr. Professor Brocko Brockenstein was my best friend, but after a falling out with Mecha Stallin bringing him to the dark side with fresh chocolate chip cookies. It's been my mission to clean up Danger City and win back the friendship of Dr. Professor Brocko Brockenstein from Mecha Stalin.

So chief, I got a tip from a shady ostrich named Tom who I will not name due to witness protection bullshit that Dr. Professor Brocko Brockenstein kidnapped a bus full of orphans. So I surfed my motorized mecha whale into Obvious Trap hotel. There Dr. Professor Brocko Brockenstein has been mutating Orphans into bizzare freaks using the same toxic radiation that gave me my kung fu powers. So I did what any cop in my situation would do. MURDER THEM ALL. Using my sick kung-fu power I eliminated the mutated orphans from their misery of cool super powers and went to face Dr. Professor Brocko Brockenstein. But I was shocked to find out that Obvious Trap hotel was actually a trap to get me close to the toxic in attempt to get rid of my powers. Dr. Professor Brocko Brockenstein was successful. AT GIVING ME EVEN MORE RAD POWERS! The toxin gave me the strength of a nuclear holocaust with sunglasses, and I beat the shit out of Dr. Professor Brocko Brockenstein with my explosive nuclear fists.. Of PAIN! I blew up half the city with my explosive fists. I then arrested him from harboring away from FRIENDSHIP.

SO CHIEF. I did you a favor blowing up half the city. And to the Mayor... MY GOD. The nuclear toxic waste came from the Obviously Evil Corporation that was owned by.. THE MAYOR. He's trying to take me out in attempt to clear out the city of any JUSTICE. NOT ON MY WATCH. I'm going to break into the Mayor's son's birthday party and take him out so I can be hailed a hero from all the little boys and girls. So if you'd excuse me chief.. JUSTICE MUST BE SERVED WITH A LESSON IN PAIN!

[Quiet Man Cometh]

I think I can try this, though I'm not so sure I will have it within 48 hours.

[Illusion]

1. Did you read the rules first?
Of course.... Maybe. Who's asking? The tooth fairy? I hate that b**ch.

2. Good! Are you okay with your story being posted in a public forum for other Trisphee users to read?
Only if I get paid in crippled dollar bills.

3. Place your story below!
Jack was high on FORRRGEEETABOUTIT, a rare drug only found in Trisp-exico. After shanking his drug dealer for more to no avail, Jack learns from Mitch that his ex-girlfriend Tammy knows where to find them. Jack proceeds on his Journey to Tammy's house only to find her dead. A suicide note was left to her side, there it read:
"Too whomever may be readin' this. I couldn' take the pain and suffering no more. This was a split second decision, and I think it was a good one too! If this my parents reading this then, FUCK YOU, if it's my no good hair salonist you do shoddy work, and if this letter ever ends up with one of my ex boyfriends, you could have had it all but you lost me you cheap ass bastards. Well, this is it. I'm going to smoke this FORRGEEETABOUTIT that I got from some sailor named Francis who works down at the pier and then rest in piece. LOL OMG #SUICIDETHISBITCH. Amen."

Jack was oddly disturbed from this ordeal, so he called and left a tip to the police and scurried off to the pier to find a sailor named Francis. Jack asked around for Francis and only got dirty looks and maybe a smack in the noggin'. After numerous failed attempts a lady tapped on his shoulder and said, "I heard you be looking for me darling." Jack turns around to see a women of a particular man.
"I heard you asking around for me, did you want to do..." Francis stares at Jack's everything.
Jack quickly replies "Aah gee no. I'm looking for some Forgeettaboout it."
"Well. I'm off on a voyage to grab some off a island where I don't get problems with the buzz. Come with me, you can pretend you own my boat and play captain... All over the poopdeck." Francis plays with her tongue and lips suggestively. Francis agreed to play captain and join Francis on her voyage. A hour at sea and while avoiding sexual roleplay with Francis, the waves began to grow and roar.
"AARRR. E' STORM IS APPROOACHING." Jack said.
"Eye eye.... captain." Francis says suggestively. The boat rocked back and worth, thunder was screeching in the background, and soon a giant tsunami wised before the shipped. Before Jack knew anything the tsunami had hit him and the boat was flipped upside down. Moments later Jack is coughing up water, the boat has sank, he realizes that the boat is now submerged into water but he was left in a small pocket of air. A giant splinter was impaled in his stomach. 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.

Jack closed his eyes and then soon opened up again. He found himself naked next to a sleeping Francis. Jack says aloud, "WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO!?" Francis opens his eyes and said, "FORGEEEEETAAABOOOUUUTIT!"

[Lucid:]

Illu obviously didn't read the rules. :P

[Lawtan]

Inquiry: May we use this prompt afterwards, for practice to help get out of writer's block (or overthought)?

[Salone]

Originally Posted by Lawtan

Inquiry: May we use this prompt afterwards, for practice to help get out of writer's block (or overthought)?

Of course Law! I mean far be it from me to ban people from using a writing prompt to write. Plus I mean unless you just felt ultra guilty about it, there's no way I would ever know you were doing it anyway. =P

Originally Posted by Lucid:

Illu obviously didn't read the rules. :P

For shame! For shame! Well, we'll let this transgression stand for now I think. Although I do want to see some competition here!

[Illusion]

My story was very BS as well. I did it for the Lols.

[Lawtan]

Originally Posted by Salone

Of course Law! I mean far be it from me to ban people from using a writing prompt to write. Plus I mean unless you just felt ultra guilty about it, there's no way I would ever know you were doing it anyway. =P

Well, seeing as how I could apologize for gravity...there's an idea! A story written entirely in apologies! "I feel such great personal remorse that Darielle had to die..."

But thanks. :D

[Salone]

Originally Posted by Lawtan

Well, seeing as how I could apologize for gravity...there's an idea! A story written entirely in apologies! "I feel such great personal remorse that Darielle had to die..."

But thanks. :D

I think a story written entirely in apologies is probably the basis for the Canadian Constitution.

"Sorry, but we think we'd like to go it alone. In our deepest apologies, in order to form a somewhat more perfect but apologetic union, do deeply sympathize with those concerned over the loss of our territories to their lands, and hope that they might accept our condolences and gratitude for what they have done for us. Once again, sorry, but we do prefer to go it alone. Also we're sorry."

[Lucid:]

Originally Posted by Salone

For shame! For shame! Well, we'll let this transgression stand for now I think. Although I do want to see some competition here!

For sure! I have been thinking of what I might want to write, but it turns out that all I know how to write is business emails and persuasive essays. Thanks a lot, college. >:c

[Salone]

Originally Posted by Lucid:

For sure! I have been thinking of what I might want to write, but it turns out that all I know how to write is business emails and persuasive essays. Thanks a lot, college. >:c

No! You can do it! Write a persuasive essay in the form of a business email about a lost cargo ship!

[Lucid:]

Hahaha, that's not a bad idea, actually.I'll see what I can come up with.

[Coda]

I've done that before, actually! My last attempt at NaNoWriMo (which got abandoned because of a deadline eating up too much of my time) was in the form of a translation of a thesis paper by a research wizard who thought he had found a grand unifying theory of magic, with some margin notes as commentary by the translator.

[Salone]

Originally Posted by Coda

I've done that before, actually! My last attempt at NaNoWriMo (which got abandoned because of a deadline eating up too much of my time) was in the form of a translation of a thesis paper by a research wizard who thought he had found a grand unifying theory of magic, with some margin notes as commentary by the translator.

Coda! Now we have to see you write something! I'll even extend the deadline.

[Coda]

Ah, afraid even an extended deadline wouldn't help me at the moment, I'm a bit overloaded.