So, I decided to make a writing contest. The story must:

 

-Have Proper Grammar

-Have Proper Punctuation/Capitalization 

-Consist of at least Fifty Words and three paragraphs

-Make sense

-Please list Genre at top, I prefer Fantasy, Sci-Fi and Realistic Fiction.

 

Thanks, and may the contest begin!

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ATbAsH

on hiatus//dead inside

bnha trash

SAVE

SCIENCE FICTION 

*slams save button*

SAAAAAVE

sailihg Meadows, wild and free, trial and error, the possiblities

so i gotta remember to do this

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Oh No, It's Riri

Hello, hello

I need you here

Alone I wait

Will you appear?

{causing chaos since 2018 | trying to become active}

(also the creator of diamond bay)

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that was not my submission by the way 

 

XD

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Sanetra

 

11562+ stars - Apr 2017 - Mar 2019

 

Life is the greatest gift. You've all helped shape mine. I can never thank you all enough. It's been so good

 

Amigos

eurekaDarkseaBearBlackberryVertigoLectorGulfyCaleoZodiakTS

...I'm with you to the end

save fantasy

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I'm seal (plz don't eat me)

 

come visit my quotes I post everyday thread :D : http://wingsoffire.scholastic.com/forums/topics/315767

 

*insert good signature( it's a work in progress)*

Wait do you have to save a genre?

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Yellow

 

 Zebrasarecool

 

#SunnyLickedAQibli

#ClerilIsAFruit

 

DemonxYellow

 

"Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. It's not." ~The Lorax

 

Christian!

 

"LICK LICK LICK" she saids as she was put in an assylum

You dont have to to get it......I don't understand the saveing, but saved? 

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ATbAsH

on hiatus//dead inside

bnha trash

Ooh I'm in

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owo Xenon owo

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Call me "Hawk"

 I'm am not Hawk soom wood sai I'm am da Raverze! +I'm Indigo Pizza!!!+

 

"Letting go is like getting a massage. You'll feel pain, but once you accept that pain, there will be calm." - Hawk. Me.

Technically I'm going to add on to this story eventually but I'm putting this into the contest.

 

"Merlin's Wand"

by Hawk

Genre: Fantasy

 

The young man walked over a hill. Yes his name is Merlin, but no He's not old yet. Also he isn't a wizard yet. His black hair fell over his eyes and looked like it hadn't been combed in a long time. And indeed it hadn't, for Merlin was what the people of his village called a wanderer. He wandered with no aim. He had sky blue eyes with tiny flecks of silver, and pale skin. His parents had feared for their son as he didn't play with the toys he had. He just wandered around the house. His parents loved him with all their hearts, but Merlin was a cold boy. He rejected and neglected his parents, though often it is the other way around. His skin grew pale and when he reached adulthood he left the house. He wandered the village and the surrounding area. Until he came to where we are now.

And as he came over this hill we see him on now an old and withered birch tree began to creak. It seemed as if the tree was singing an message. A message that cried out to all wanderers that passed by this withered tree. The message was this, “Oh wanderer, oh wanderer, weather young or old. Listen to this song that warns you of harm. There is a grove where great power lies. And there is also a monster that boils within. Please turn back, or you shall find, this great evil that lays inside.”

Unfortunately hardly anyone can understand what old withered birch trees say. And Merlin was not one of the few who could. This wanderer, in between young and old, he did not listen to the song that warned him of harm, his heart weary and cold. He came upon the evil grove and was aghast by what he saw. In between the many trees was a pillar made of quartz, and resting upon that vile pillar of evil and hatred, was a wand. A curved pitch black wand with gnarled roots for a handle, the grip almost as black as the tip.

Merlin felt something come from inside of him, a power as black of the night. His greed took form, a shadowy figure, it moved Merlin's hand towards the wand. The greed for power too great Merlin clasped his hand around the dark object, and felt power like no other. The power surged up his arm and throughout his body, and for the first time in a long time, he laughed. A sick and raspy laugh, in fact if you had been on the other side of the hill you would think that the cicadas had all been turned into men and were trying to create an rock band.

While he laughed he looked at the wand, an evil infatuation in his eyes, but then his eyes shifted to the pale hand that was holding the wand. Only it wasn't pale. His hand was crisp black bone, the muscles and flesh melting away from the fiery power of the wand. It is still to this day unknown which hit the ground first. Merlin, or the wand.

 

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Call me "Hawk"

 I'm am not Hawk soom wood sai I'm am da Raverze! +I'm Indigo Pizza!!!+

 

"Letting go is like getting a massage. You'll feel pain, but once you accept that pain, there will be calm." - Hawk. Me.