Here's my second submission. And oops sorry, I was knackered last time and having trouble with the PDF link, but deciding to give it another go and not getting anywhere I noticed this thing in the corner of the screen 'download' which made things a lot easier from there . So yeah now I'm sorted to present my real second submission.

Title: Arthur's return
Author: WalrusM3

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https://docs.google.com/viewer?a=v&pid= ... ODkz&hl=en

(9,859 words)

Previous work:
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Death And Thy Father's Door



I speak to thee, my lovely son, a tale not quick nor fun.
I speak to thee, my only one, of which may shock and stun.
The story speaks, the story sings, the story gives us pause.
This story peaks, the story stings, the story tells us laws.
I tell thee now, my quiet lad, eyes reddened, sad, and sore.
Forgive thy ills, and listen close, for Death and I made war!

One day I crossed the dunes at dusk, returned the night to stay, I saw the spectre: Death himself! Standing at my door.

For every diem, priori brusque, each was a dying day, but in my years, no one had ears for Death waiting before.

I looked (at first) the distant, I surely can't say why, but the staff he speared I knew I feared, the dread my insides tore.

I breathed (at first) a bitter pant, and watched the fading sky, I looked back towards my hovel and the rictus grin he bore.

My father told me as a child, "Thy evil is his test," of course told just before he died, my fear was his rapport!

He stood so calm, nigh regal, at waiting clearly best, the calm gaze of such socket eyes--it froze my every pore.

The sun so high above me it dipped and now grew thin,
For him to move I could not wait, would not let him begin,
He only smiled, a silent laugh, a mirth that pierced his bone,
The grass beside him shriveled, to confirm it was his own,
As was all between the sand, between the wind and fire,
The sounding end, the sky his friend, the soul his one desire.

And so I ran, and each step stood fast, each pace a march through ice, I would not let him could not let him, solemn this I swore!

"I see thee, friend, inside my past, each time with sage advice! But if thee take me, so help me, take me, do become thee Glutton's whore!

My boy, his mouth, my wife, her teeth, they gnash and tear and bite, they waste away, so shall thee stay? A nice turn to thy score!"

And then the laugh, the silent wreath, it formed unto the night, a sound so stark so as to mark a shout along a roar.

His pearling jaws, they split and spit, the words so easy made, "Why do thee fear, my precious dear? The task would be a chore!

Tonight, thy son; thy tale is spun, the mercy of my blade. Thy Father knew, now so do you! GO FORTH, AND SIN NO MORE!"

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My entry!

The boy shivered under the cold gaze of the so-called 'father' who now stared at him. He fidgeted uncomfortably as the man paced around him. He was nothing more than an investment to this man. A heir for hire. He knew the way this was to boil down. The man would pay to have the child become their own and carry on their legacy. There was a slight kink in the plan. This boy seemed to have a rather bad streak when it came to this form of 'adoption'. Within a few weeks of the initial meeting the new 'parent' would disappear or be found dead. The man clapped his hands, and two adults wearing suits entered. "Fit the boy for a suit. I will not have my son looking like such a ragtag little ruffian." The word son seemed strange and foreign to the man, but the boy ignored it. A new name, a new house, and a new story unfolding before his eyes. His head turned and he gazed out the window. Longing throbbed in his chest. The very idea of freedom was a sick joke to him. He sighed inwardly as he was pushed and prodded by some men with tape-measures. He knew the measurements off by heart, but speaking out of turn was frowned upon. He glanced down at the bright red marks across his wrists. It was indefinitely frowned upon. The boy looked up at his new 'father' and spoke, barely above a whisper. "Father... What are your plans for me?" The man smiled and began speaking excitedly about private schools and clubs. The boy lowered his gaze to the ground, trying to ignore the man's chattering. Without a warning there was silence. The boy looked up and saw the rage on the man's face. "You dare ignore me? You insolent wretch. I'll have to beat these lessons into you." He took off his gloves, slowly and deliberately. "Gentlemen, I must discipline my son. Be gone. I will take his measurements myself." The other men shuffled out of the room uneasily and the door closed with a 'click'. The room seemed to darken as the man stepped forward. The boy took a deep breath, hiding his smile. Nobody could break him, and it was so much more fun when they deserved it.

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Fenix13: Remember this well Gareth: With great power... comes hot bitches.

Garethcool: I WILL BECOME YOUR MANSLAVE.
Sam4books: That's the plan ;D

Since I don't have a lot of my work online, here's some past work.

NOTE: THIS IS NOT MY SUBMISSION. THIS IS JUST AN EXAMPLE OF PAST WORK
My real entry will be coming soon ;D

The following is taken from a fantasy series I've been working on for the past few years.
The series is about a world called 'Terrareth', were magic can be found at every turn, and where 'spells' take a physical shape...except for one small town, where, for some mysterious reason, there's hardly any magic.
The first book follows the story of a young girl who lives in this town, who, along with a fiery boy and a sarcastic talking cat, soon finds herself caught up in a very dark and dangerous plot.


Chapter 1 : Thressa Arante

On a cold clear night, a soft breeze pulled away the tattered cloth against the window, making it wave and fold over itself repeatedly. Flapping, flapping. The young teenage girl lying on the floor opened her eyes suddenly.

“Window,” the girl murmured, cursing quietly. It was always creaking open of its own accord. She really needed to get it fixed.

Slowly the girl got up, brushed off the thin blankets that lay around her, and walked across the small room, to the open window. She closed it gently, and the fluttering stopped. Yet just as she was about to walk back to her bed on the floor, the girl turned around once more. She couldn’t help it. She’d always been interested in what the night hid while she slept. There were so many stories about it. She shivered, remembering what her Uncle had told her. Some said, if you looked from your window on a clear night like this, the moon open and pale, that you might be able to see a white ghostly tatter cross your path. A spell, it was said to be, lost and drifting the lonely streets of the town at night. In daylight they were practically invisible, unseen to any eye of any living creature. The girl smiled at the thought, feeling so privileged to know this.

She went to the window again, pulling back the worn hangings, her vivid fair face pressing forward. Her light brown eyes were bright, and full of life like her mother’s. Her slightly matted hair fell freely against her face and down just past her shoulders in a combination of loose weaves and tight ringlets, pale-brown in colour. Silver-brown, as her Uncle liked to call it.

And there, above her to her left, the dim cold circle of the moon could be seen, like an intruder among the dark stars. Through the grimy windowpane, the girl’s eyes shone bright in the moonlight. Her cheeks, though smeared with the odd smudge of dirt, gave off a natural radiant glow that came from spending a lot of her time outdoors.

Apart from the moonlight, the only light to be seen came from the few scattered gas lamps aligning the cobbled road. And then she saw it: a small wisp across the night sky. Her bright eyes lit up with excitement, just for a brief moment…

Then she sighed, turning away and letting the curtain fall. It had only been a leaf, a late straggler from the fast fading autumn. Not a hint of a spell in sight. And in a place where magic was so rare, it was unlikely she’d ever spot one. Why had she been born in Hamlia, she thought, the one town in all the world where magic was a stranger? Why couldn’t she have born in the West, where Sorcerers and witches could be found at every turn? Or high in the North, where the wind whispered its secrets at night, and where you found mysterious creatures float and glitter in the waters? There again, she reflected, maybe Hamlia was the best place for her. Despite the dreary conditions she lived in, things could have been a lot worse if she had been living somewhere else. Her Uncle had told her dark stories of what lay outside Hamlia, of all the dangers and problems…well, near enough. She was aware there were many things she still didn’t know. Her Uncle always had a way of tailing off a story when he thought it wasn’t the right time to tell her.

‘You’re too young for such tales,’ he’d often say, the girl remembered only too well, ‘A lot of it is mainly of politics, of governing magic and gruesome age-old histories. No such stories for a young girl like yourself to worry about.’

“Thressa. Thressa I need you,” floated a small voice from downstairs.

The girl sighed. “Not again,” she said to herself. Then she turned her head towards the door. “Alright, Asbeth!” Thressa called out. With a last half-hopeful glance at the window, she left the room and fled down the stairs out of sight.

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My actual submission is going to be related to this story, just a heads up.

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Hiryu: Doc's bag is a portal. She's actually from another dimension and when she jumped into it, she ended up at a desk with a browser open on this site. That's how she found it.
We have a Doctor Who thread now. Doctor Who threads are cool.

My own is going to be late, but it will be on May 2, eastern time zone.

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"Fate smiles on the strange. So its a good thing, I'm the strangest of all." - William Livingstone, Cirque de la Nuit

Submissions should be in by 12 hours from now...officially.

However, if you get them in before I get on, I won't nitpick. I may be late with that, too, due to sick toddler. I promise that results will not be late, though.

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Yeah, looking at how late it is (and I've still got a bit of writing left to do), my submission may be a few hours late too :x

I'll try my best to get it finished by the official deadline, though. I should be able to, provided there are no disruptions (but my family have a habit of interrupting/distracting me with other things, so...yeah).

Most of it's already typed up, so I won't need any more than a few extra hours, at the most.

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Hiryu: Doc's bag is a portal. She's actually from another dimension and when she jumped into it, she ended up at a desk with a browser open on this site. That's how she found it.
We have a Doctor Who thread now. Doctor Who threads are cool.

Mine won't be up by tomorrow afternoon eastern standard time due to national events that is of importance to my family.

Just letting ya know.

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Omg I didn't know Doc wrote fantastic fantasy novels :D

Lol...I wouldn't know about fantastic, but...thanks >__>
Yes, I do write fantasy novels, as a hobby. I think I've mentioned it a few times (I've used some characters from it in various RPs), but I don't tend to talk about it much.

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Hiryu: Doc's bag is a portal. She's actually from another dimension and when she jumped into it, she ended up at a desk with a browser open on this site. That's how she found it.
We have a Doctor Who thread now. Doctor Who threads are cool.

Here is a link to my previous poems.

The end is the beginning

Beneath the cold white blanket,
They patiently await for the sun's warming glow
For a sign that life is once again ready to begin anew

Longingly they've lingered below the surface
In slumber they dream
Of a time they may wander once more


Winter's necessity is at her end
Her veil shall be raised as her cycle concludes
And in her place, her sister shall herald the coming of life

Guarider

_ Hector_

A light flicks on inside an orange room revealing a man inside a tube of green gel. His eyes slowly open as he begins to awake. They open wide as he realizes, he's stuck inside a tube of green gel. He panics, pounding on the glass wall, desperate for air. With every punch on the glass surface, cracks began to form until gel leaks. Violently the tube shatters with the man crashing onto the floor, coughing as he tries to expel the gel inside him. A voice tries to talk to the man, but it is muffled by the gel and his coughing. " ...Hector?...Hector?!" The voice called out. Groggy the man looks around the orange room to see who he was talking to. One of the walls open to reveal a set of clothing. " Get dressed, Hector, we don't have much time." The voice demanded.

The man, who was named Hector apparently groaned and began to curse " Who the fuck are you? And what the fuck is going ?" while he struggled to get up and over to the clothing. " Call me, Doctor for now, and what's happening, I need you to get out of this complex and take your brothers, Three and Four, with you. " The Doctor answered and then barked " Now Hurry!". Hector mumbled to himself as he dressed himself. He wore a red collar shirt with dark grey jeans, and a dark grey leather jacket. His shoes, were sneakers and matched the colors of his jeans and jacket.

" How am I supposed to find these so called brothers? And how to do I get out of this room?" Hector questioned as he looked around the room, when he finished dressing. There was no indication of a door or so thought Hector until he heard a rather loud clank. To his left, a metal door was sliding open. " There, a door. Now, this is as far I can help you." The doctor said as he was typing away on his console. " I have arranged for someone else to lead you while I deal with the laughing man. Remember Hector, hit your shoulders if you get into trouble." The doctor warned before he was cut off with a loud bang.

The Doctor's monitor and console had suddenly gained bullet holes. The Doctor spun his chair around to the smoking gun at the doorway. It was held by a black haired man in a white suit, wearing a white top hat and golden mask. The mask had one eye and a triangular nose. " Hello, Doctor." The mask man greeted. " Hello, Laughing Man." The Doctor said with much disdain.

On Hector's end, he heard the gunshots, before the speakers went dead silent. " God damn it, what the fuck is going on?" Hector swore again and punched a near by wall. " Fuck!" He cursed again as he left the orange room and entered a dark blue hallway. Whatever was going on, the doctor made it clear, he had to leave and take his brothers, out of this place as soon as he can. While running down the dark blue hallway, Hector noticed red directional arrows began to appear on the walls. A electronic feminine voice introduced herself to Hector. " The doctor, asked me to help you, HECTOR, I am Nicole." More and more arrows were appearing on the walls, leading Hector. "Thanks for showing up now, I was starting to think, I was running in a loop. " Hector said as he continued to run. " So tell me, who is the laughing man, and who is this doctor?" Hector questioned.

Inside the Doctor's office, The laughing man entered. " So Doctor, tell me, why the sudden betrayal, now of all times? " The laughing man asked nonchalantly. He sounded quite cheerful. " Its not like you didn't know, what MANIAC's activities were, Inhuman Experiments, selling and transporting weaponry, murder. I mean, come on, you knew what you signed up for." The laughing man said playfully as he approached the doctor, pressing the gun's barrel to the doctor's forehead. With his free hand, he reached into his dress jacket and pulled out an Ipod, showing the Doctor, a live feed of Hector running in the complex. " Is it because, you finally completed the Guarider Project, the most powerful android in existence. Said to be the Earth's perfect guardian." The laughing man said as he pulled back the I pod and stared at the screen himself. " My god, you magnificent man, you. To think, you were actually trying to hide this toy from me." The Laughing Man went on to say " Quite a shame, you want to wash your hands of us."

The doctor became angry and shouted " What have you done, you, Bastard?!" Under the mask, the Laughing man had a crooked smile. He removed the gun from the doctor's head and stuffed it back into his holster. He then, snapped his fingers, summoning two monstrosities into the room. They were huge with cybernetic parts on various locations and had animal features, but they had humanoid shapes. One was a bear with its brain and guts exposed in domes filled with blue slime, the other was a tiger, with four sets of eyes on its head and chest with metal arms that had dual chainsaws. " Why don't we find out." He gleefully said. " I think you would, like to see, which is superior, your Pinocchio Core or my RAIDER Module."

" The Laughing Man, is the leader of Maniac, and in charge of this particular complex, his real name and identity was removed from my data banks eight years ago. The Doctor has requested that all information concerning himself and projects remain private from both you and The Laughing Man. " Nicole answered. At least, it answered, who was the Laughing Man, Hector thought, even through it wasn't much. However, he did wonder why, the doctor won't allow him excess. " Warning, enemy unit approaching. Its one of the Cyber Beasts made in one of the laboratories down here, a Panther Model." Nicole warned, jarring him from his thoughts. The red arrows began to disappear off the walls. " The odds of survival in your current state is below 40%, Hector. You must transform, into your Blaster Form." She added.


" My what?" Hector questioned, but before he could get answer or inquiry more on the subject, the cyber beast, Nicole warned about, just stepped in front of Hector. Its a torso resembled a suit of armor's torso but a panther's head attached, its arms and legs were thin, much like plane wings. It had a series of tubes pumping red liquid into its brain and other parts of its body. " Oh shit!" Hector exclaimed as the Cyber Beast decked Hector right into a nearby wall. Hector smashed right into the wall. " I wish, you warned me, earlier, Nicole." Hector groaned. He shake his head as he pushed himself out of the wall. The Cyber Beast, reached behind its back and pulled out weaponry. In each mechanical hand was a backsword with a curve blade, called a Scimitar. Hector stared at the dual wielding Cyber Beast. " Yeah...I think, I better hit those switched." Hector said.

With his right and left fist, he slammed them into his shoulders, each hit, made a click. His entire body suddenly discharged electricity tearing away the clothing, he was wearing. His eyes became solid glowing red eyes while his face tore apart. His skin, was now hard, and metallic, his body completely mechanical. Hector's entire body was completely black and blue, with metal discs around his forearms and a silver ray gun attached to the right side of his torso . His hands trembling as he raised them up to look at them. " What the fuck, am I?" Hector questioned, his red eyes became brighter. While Hector was mortified, the Cyber Beast took its chance and charged forward with its blades. It closed the gap between them, but before the Cyber Beast could slash, it fell with a loud thud and its head blown completely off. " Give a damn moment, alright!" Hector complained with his ray gun, now in his right hand. He looks down at the headless Cyber Beast below his feet. " Oh? I guess, you did....Well, fuck." He cursed again.


~To be continued ~

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"Fate smiles on the strange. So its a good thing, I'm the strangest of all." - William Livingstone, Cirque de la Nuit

Just a couple more hours, and I should have my submission up.

Will be editing this post when I'm done, but I just want to post this in case you should come online while I'm away from the computer, Hana.

I'm just writing the juicy bit towards the very end of my piece, but I've got to search my papers for a reference to something so I can write about it, and I have dinner to eat as well.
But my entry is going to be posted very soon! I promise!

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Hiryu: Doc's bag is a portal. She's actually from another dimension and when she jumped into it, she ended up at a desk with a browser open on this site. That's how she found it.
We have a Doctor Who thread now. Doctor Who threads are cool.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1rsK ... dit?hl=en#

Finished.

Have some background music too.

And some past examples of my work that happened to be sitting there.

https://docs.google.com/Doc?docid=0AS9Y ... pkMg&hl=en

And now for a more recent example:

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Musicmac: "Sam4Books: Always ready to cheer things up with awesome art. Terms and Conditions apply."

I gotta tell you guys, all your submissions are awesome. It's like a pill for brains getting migraines from books.

Short and sweet.

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Grivous.

At last!
Hope this isn't too late :x

Here’s my Submission:

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1ww97UdERDNsVBlyOdjoPxVYh7DtRGqNHYcdzorEY6xs/edit?hl=en&authkey=CP_oy_wJ

Words: 4,496

And just for fun, I’ll leave this music here. I was listening to this while I was writing.
(‘Palladio’ and all its variations, is basically my theme music for the entire series.)

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Past work:

[Chapter 1 excerpt] “Thressa Arante” – I originally wrote this some years back, but it’s been revised and completely rewritten several times since, so I guess it counts as quite recent.
My Snafu Literature thread – blehhh...it’s fan fiction and OLD, but I’m linking it anyway.

And finally, in no particular order, some RP samples:
Sample 1
Sample 2
Sample 3


Now that’s finally done, I’ll have a curious read of everyone else’s entries ^o.o^

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Hiryu: Doc's bag is a portal. She's actually from another dimension and when she jumped into it, she ended up at a desk with a browser open on this site. That's how she found it.
We have a Doctor Who thread now. Doctor Who threads are cool.

There, now my submission is complete. I didn't want to going any further than I need to since the theme is beginning.

Wow, some of you guys make me, wish, I wrote more.

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"Fate smiles on the strange. So its a good thing, I'm the strangest of all." - William Livingstone, Cirque de la Nuit

I haven't seen Hana for awhile, so I wonder what will happen with this.

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As do I.

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"Fate smiles on the strange. So its a good thing, I'm the strangest of all." - William Livingstone, Cirque de la Nuit

We just need to be patient. Her littl'un is sick, so she is needed elsewhere.

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Fenix13: Remember this well Gareth: With great power... comes hot bitches.

Garethcool: I WILL BECOME YOUR MANSLAVE.
Sam4books: That's the plan ;D

Ah, all right.

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Worry not! Results will not be late. I promise!

For now, pour your suggestions in for the next theme!

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Evil, Time and Space, Robots, Video Games, Chaos, Order, and Monkeys

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"Fate smiles on the strange. So its a good thing, I'm the strangest of all." - William Livingstone, Cirque de la Nuit

Steampunk, Horror, Death, Afterlife, and War.

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Musicmac: "Sam4Books: Always ready to cheer things up with awesome art. Terms and Conditions apply."

Yay Hana! That's good to hear.

My suggestions:
Bantering, Conflict, Rivalry, Flying, Fear, Making a choice/Choices.

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Hiryu: Doc's bag is a portal. She's actually from another dimension and when she jumped into it, she ended up at a desk with a browser open on this site. That's how she found it.
We have a Doctor Who thread now. Doctor Who threads are cool.