A Writing Game

[littleJo]

Okay, so, as far as I know, I haven't made a game before, so, have mercy on me if I mess up
I think this is the right place, but if not, please let me know soon.

Alright, so, the point of this game is to convince me about something. Be so descriptive that I can feel, taste, see, hear, and smell whatever you're talking about. It can be anything. And you can only enter once.

I'm not asking for a story, and please keep it to 1000 words at the most

The 1st place winner will recieve 2000 blessings, the second 500 and the third, 75.

I think that's all. Have fun

Edit: The deadline is July First

 

[Tariel]

how long do we have to get the paragraphs in?

 

[oncewaslost]

why not a word count instead of a paragraph count? like, no more than 500 words?

convince you of something? like, convince you that you're an animal of some kind?

 

[Tariel]

like a persuasive essay, right?

 

[littleJo]

Cool idea Owl, I think about it. Yes, like convince me I'm in a kitchen eating chocolate chip cookies, or in a street in London during the late 19th century, or anything else. It can be a desctiption of your most favorite place in the world. Or if from a story you have a really desctipitive part that has some dominant feature, you can use that. Just not the hole story Is that a little better?

 

[oncewaslost]

i just suggest word count because a paragraph can be two sentences or it can be ten.

 

[littleJo]

lol, I make long paragraphs usually, so I forget that I edited it. Thanks so much

 

[Tariel]

ok...now I just need a topic

 

[oncewaslost]

i do too but i probably won't remember till the night before and then write it in 5 minutes. :o

 

[Tariel]

i do too but i probably won't remember till the night before and then write it in 5 minutes. :o

That's what I'll probably do too

 

[Tariel]

Cool idea Owl, I think about it. Yes, like convince me I'm in a kitchen eating chocolate chip cookies, or in a street in London during the late 19th century, or anything else. It can be a desctiption of your most favorite place in the world. Or if from a story you have a really desctipitive part that has some dominant feature, you can use that. Just not the hole story Is that a little better?

So I can use a description from my story? Well, it's not actually from the story, it's more of a description for me Anyway, would that work? Should I pm it to you and ask you if it works before posting it here?

 

[littleJo]

sure

 

[Tariel]

ok...I'm pm-ing you my rought draft...let me know if the concept is ok

 

[Tariel]

It was more than an underground city. It was even more than the underground kingdoms that had played such fantastic roles in the nearly-forgotten stories.
This was an entire underground world.
Yet this world was painfully barren; stone roads traversed stone fields between strong stone cities and delicate stone villages. But it was the rocky sky—that bleak ceiling—that hurt the most.
How many children would grow up believing that the imprisoning wall that hung above their heads was the sky?
How many would reject the tales of open land where the sky was blue and the grass was green?
The sun had never been so enticing, the grass never so alluring.
Yet the numb land was beautiful, once the eyes stopped searching for familiarity. Once the longing for life subsided, the majesty of the dead world was revealed. It was smooth, seamless, unnatural. The great cities melded into the ground and so were joined with even the humblest of villages. The palace, the ceiling, the huts, they were all one. Unity. That was the secret. Without unity, the hidden world would fall. The people must be united like their homes, or this defiance would be worthless. The people must bind themselves to this desolate land, and to each other. This cold, ancient air must become their breath; the haunting glow of the ceiling must become their sun.
The realm of light and of grass and of wind has rejected them; their only hope rested in this tomb.
A cruel, torturous silence covered the land. The habitual sounds of living—the conversations of animals and people, rush of the water, the laughter of the wind—were gone. It was as if the heartbeat of life itself had been silenced. In its place was the cry of the rock, begging to be recognized. Begging to be appreciated for its own worth.

 

[Tariel]

ok...it's short...but that's what I wanted

Hope this is good

 

[oncewaslost]

i've forgotten about this. i'll have to work on something now.

perhaps i have something... can i have already written it? is it allowed to be taken from a larger work of mine?

 

[apureheart]

Postcards


I climbed into my Father's lap to sit for a while
Always a safe place and I like to see Him smile

But today was different as a tear fell from His eye
Confused by this I just had to ask Him why

He then showed me a postcard He was holding in His hand
I read the words written there but I did not understand

I am here and you are not and that makes me glad
Whenever I think of how you treated me it makes me mad

Confused I asked my Father what these words could mean
Never an unkind word or act by Him I'd seen

He then told a story of another much like me
A child of the kingdom enjoying their liberty

But one day they were enticed by one who promised much
Off on an adventure of excitement, pleasure and such

Soon the postcards came with cheerful news galore
Life experienced now was better than before

But then the postcards stopped and I did not hear from him
Until the day I got a card but the picture on it was dim

His heart was heavy and I could hear a distant cry
This innocent child was trapped living in a lie

Everyday I mail a postcard to this little one
By birds, flowers and the setting of the sun

But he never receives my postcards in this prison he is in
You cannot see GOD's postcards when you are blinded by sin

Saddened by my Father's words I look into the His eyes
It hurts me so much whenever my Father cries

Can I go play now would it be okay
Smiling He lowers me and I am on my way

To my room I go there is something I must do
Father will be happy whenever I am through

With paintbrushes and colors I work to create
Now that I am finished for Him to see I cannot wait

Barging into the throne room past the watching guard
I'm supposed to knock but remembering is hard

Father with amusement once again beckons the guard away
He knows I only do this when I have something important to say

Climbing into my Father's arms I show Him my prize
He looks at my gift and tears fill His eyes

I do not understand why my "postcard" made Him cry
Of birds and flowers with the sun setting in the sky

Oh Father, I am sorry please do not be sad
My little one these tears are because I am glad

This postcard you have given speaks volumes of your heart
Especially when you wrote, I love you and never will depart



.....peace.....

 

[Peace Eternal]

Just so you know, I'm littleJo but this account hasn't been working for some months so.... now that I can use it, I am.

Owl, yes you can. As long as it is describing. Maybe pm it to me.

apureheart that's an awsome poem. But though it sends a message, it's not really describing something. Or did I miss a message? That sometimes happens with me

 

[oncewaslost]

alright, i'll do some editing and then see what i think of it.

 

[Tariel]

perhaps i have something... can i have already written it? is it allowed to be taken from a larger work of mine?

that's what I did Well, sort of.