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|  Subject: The Zombie Fiction Contest Mon Jul 25, 2011 12:33 pm | |
| First topic message reminder :The Zombie Fiction Contest! That's right, we are going to have an old fashion see who can write the best zombie fiction in the guild contest. Of course this is simply for fun and the prize will be the bragging rights for having the better zombie story of everyone. (Unless someone wants to make ribbons for first, second and third  ) Here is all you need to know to participate.
THE PROCESS!!
1. State that you intend to particpate in this contest and that you abide by the rules and regulations. (You don't have to say it, just be aware of the rules)
2. You will have 3-4 weeks to come up with your best zombie story, in any form you would like. You could write a play, movie, story. Any perspective from the zombie's view, the human, the earth, doesn't matter. Your writing style doesn't matter and it's all about how you would normally write a fiction piece.
3. Once finished, hold on to the piece and sumbit it during the to-be-confirmed deadline. During those span of days, post the story in a reply post. If in the case that it exceeds over the post limit (10K I think) you'll have to double post.
4. Once the deadline has passed for submitting, we'll open it up to voting. The way we determine this is by having each other vote for our competitors pieces. You are not allowed to vote for youself. Rank from 1 - 3 the pieces you liked. I will tally up the voting and will declare the victor in a week's time.
5. It costs nothing of you; except time and energy, but it's worth trying and having a little fun with this. So come join in.
RULES/REGULATIONS!!
1. Zombie tales include gore, so in the case of this contest alone, we will ignore the guild forum rules and allow the ability to write multiple scenes of gorey action. This includes description of pools of blood and such. But in the best interest of guests and others who are not sure of this contest, please always state that reader's disgression is advised.
2. Violence also violates our forum rules but we will allow you to write in violence which includes shooting at zombies, exploding zombies, driving them over, etc. etc.
3. Racism/Sexism is NOT allowed. You can be against zombies in the story and hate them as well as describing zombies by their race, but do not project any negative views on race, nor pretend to impersonate/stereotype them along with sexism.
4. Sexual Content is limited. You are not allowed to actually describe the scene or the actual deed but hint before and transition after the actual event. Words that descibe a male and female's body are allowed but are limited to only a few times, this isn't a romance novel (yes, yes, that goes for me too)
5. Cursing IS allowed. Although we don't encourage a whole story dedicated to cursing, staying in character is allowed. Curse words are accepted, but refer to rule 3 when considering what curse words to use.
6. Other details not included above need to be addressed to me before you forego them.
7. Entrees MUST be 2,000 words or more
8. Have fun, be creative and good luck.
DEADLINES!!
STORY DEADLINE DATE (SUBJECT TO CHANGE) - MONDAY, AUGUST 15TH - SUNDAY AUGUST 21
PARTICIPANTS!!
1. MicahelN
2. BigMac
3. Felipe
4. Euph
5. Choco
6. Memi
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| | Subject: Re: The Zombie Fiction Contest Fri Aug 19, 2011 10:50 am | |
| ...Felipe, ...I'll have you know that not only have I started but I've finished the ENTIRE prologue. | |
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| | Subject: Re: The Zombie Fiction Contest Wed Aug 31, 2011 9:29 pm | |
| So in the end, I'm only gonna post the first chapter. :/ Chapter two is done and Chapter three is started, but stopping at chapter two irks me the wrong way. If enough people like the first chapter then I'll keep writing it. The Title is subject to change, but for now it's The Path to Pecos...
Chapter 1- Spoiler:
Lucas watched as the sun touched the horizon. In less than an hour, darkness would shroud his world again. There were typically some of them during the day, but they always became more active at night. They moved faster and actively hunted instead of hiding or wandering aimlessly as they did when the sun was up. Shelter. He needed to find a place to hole up for the night. Taking a sip of water from his camel back and using some of it to clean the dust off his glasses, he ventured up to one of the houses. He was apprehensive and nervous and he tightly grasped his blood stained baseball bat. He would be perfectly content if the house was totally empty.
He was in a residential neighborhood located in the suburbs of Ft Worth, Texas. He’d been hoping to find another person who wasn’t dead or... one of them, but all he’d found was the stench of death and burnt buildings. Maybe it was that he was the only one left, but he held on to a string of hope that there was still someone else who’d managed to survive.
Peering through the windows, Lucas didn’t see any signs of movement. Surprised to find the door unlocked, he opened it and stepped inside. The metallic aroma of blood drifted through the air. Before, the wretched smell had made him cringe and gag, but now he relied upon it. Following the scent through the house, he came to a closed bedroom door. The smell was stronger. Listening carefully, he could hear nothing, but his heartbeat. It pounded in his chest, demanding he turn and walk away. He couldn’t do that. It was standard procedure. Survival dictated he ensure he had a safe place to rest and to hide for the night.
The first few nights by himself, he hadn’t slept at all. He would cling to whatever weapon he’d picked up and just sit in a corner, terrified to sleep. But that paralyzing fear had nearly cost him his life. Without sleep, the mind begins to play tricks. He’d see things that weren’t there and during the worst of his insomnia, he’d fail to notice things that were. After that he’d forced himself to shut his eyes at night. His other senses would take over and would remain active as he rested. Yes, he’d awoken to many false alarms, to a rat or a cockroach making whatever noises rats and cockroaches make, but it eventually got better. He always slept till the sun was up now.
Turning the handle, he creaked the door open just slightly. The metallic smell flooded his senses. Stilling his breath, he listened intently. He could just barely hear the faint, almost unnoticeable sound of something else breathing. Thank God. There was only one. Gently pressing the door, he opened it inch by inch. The faintest creak may give him away. The minutes ticked by. He had to open the door as much as he could so that he would be able to enter without his gear making any noise. The opening finally revealed what his heart had demanded he run away from. It was a teenager, a boy, and it was facing the wall opposite of the door, clotted blood and puss leaking from a wound in its shoulder.
It had started out with an airborne sickness. The first recorded cases of the illness had been in Brazil. The talking heads on the news channels explained that although it had been confirmed to be a new disease with its own set of unique symptoms, it posed no more of a threat than influenza or the chicken pox. Hardly no one was in serious danger. They had either lied or were dead wrong. It spread fast, killing thousands or tens of thousands in each city it reached in only a matter of months, but winter came and the illness disappeared.
Walking gently, Lucas moved silently forward and reached behind his back. He pulled out a six inch knife. This would be easy. It was probably a jerk when it was alive. Lucas was being merciful by putting it out of its misery. The boy wanted it to end. He was turned away from the door so he had to want it to end. Quickly. This would be easy. Lucas’s hand was shaking so he stopped moving. He couldn’t afford a deep breath so he stood still until he had regained control. He started moving forward again. The teenage boy was a few steps in front of him now. Lifting up his knife with both hands, Lucas made sure to keep his muscles from tensing up. One more step. Steady. He slammed the knife down between the boy’s shoulder blades. It let out a wheeze and began to sink to the floor. Lucas caught it. After removing his knife and cleaning it on its shirt, he put the knife back in his sheath and quietly lowered the boy to the floor.
Some of the people had a natural immunity to the disease. Despite being surrounded by dying people, they lived to bury those who hadn’t. Winter passed and Spring arrived. Life regained a sense of normalcy and the speculation began. Some claimed it was a terrorist attack. Others a result of tearing down the world’s rainforest. Still others thought it was a conspiracy by the Chinese government to cripple Brazil and thus take advantage of newly discovered oil deposits within the country’s interior, although this theory gained little if any support as the Congressman who made the claim was forced out of office for having a scandalous relationship with his maid, his masseuse, and a stripper that was missing her front teeth.
Lucas went room to room, ensuring the house was safe. He didn’t find anymore of them, but did catch quite a fright when a jumping spider in the attic decided his face looked like a fun place to land. Spiders. Lucas used to be terrified of them. He was still wary of them, but he appreciated the fact they weren’t trying to kill him. Lock the doors. Now that he could move a little more loudly, he checked every door and window and ensured they were secure. It was getting dark so Lucas pulled a butane lighter out of his pocket and candle out of his pack. He had pilfered as many lighters as he could find from any gas station he came across and had found over a dozen candles stashed away in a previous house he’d stayed in.
The middle of Summer. That was when all hell had broken loose. The disease came back with a vengeance, acting differently than before. No one was immune to the new strain, but it could only be caught from intimate contact with someone already infected such as a bite. Those who died continued to breath and walk and began to hunt, but the common opinion was they were dead and beyond saving. The new strain showed up in Africa first, but spread extremely fast and with no particular pattern. New Zealand, Japan, India, then England. After that, cable news reported it had spread to Russia and that they had taken it as a biological attack against their nation. After that, the TV’s stopped working.
Lighting the candle, Lucas felt his way to a bedroom in the center of the house. There were no external windows and it connected two separate hallways with lockable doors. If one of them somehow made it past his barricades, he’d be able to lure it to one door and then escape out the other. The room belonged to a child. A little girl based on the room’s pink theme and the crayon pictures taped to the walls. He sincerely hoped the little girl was already dead. Really dead. Not like the boy from the other room. Children bothered Lucas the most. They were smaller and not as strong, but they had the same taste for flesh that the adults did. Bashing their heads in or stabbing them in through the spinal chord always made him sick to the stomach. Their future had been ripped away from them with no hope of returning.
The TV’s stopped working. The lights went out and the plague reached the U.S. Panic, hoarding, paranoia. It was a nightmare. People turning into your enemy before your very eyes. Survival became the priority and society fell apart. With all forms of long distance communication severed, it was impossible to organize. People reacted in different ways. Many holed up in their homes intent on weathering the storm. Some committed suicide, convinced there was no point in even trying. Others formed groups bent on surviving together and in retrospect Lucas wished he’d have been one of them. They were friends, classmates, acquaintances, but Lucas had been too terrified to leave when they did.
Lucas shrugged off his gear and sat on the twin sized bed. He set the candle on a nearby dresser. The candle created shadows which danced on the walls in tune with the flame. It wouldn’t be long before the moaning started. They would come out from wherever they hid during the day and start to hunt. An advantage of sleeping in the center room was that it was quieter. Lying down, he sighed and closed his eyes. He should probably save the candle and blow it out, but he choose to let himself doze off instead. Breath in. Breath out. Ignore the moaning, they’re just singing way off key. They’re just miniature singing whales with legs. Lucas chuckled at the image. He was surprised he could still have a sense of humor. After that, he drifted into a pleasant dream.
Lucas had cried when the others had left. There had been a vote on whether to hole up in the dorms on campus or to get out of town. They had collected blunt objects among various other supplies and planned to make a stop at a gun shop on the way out of town. Lucas stayed. He couldn’t go outside. He couldn’t face them. He was weak. He would just slow the others down. He was useless. He was alone.
Lucas breathed slowly, forcing himself to close his eyes. He had to sleep. Before he could drift off into oblivion, the moaning started. There was only one of them, a really slow night which he was thankful for. But then something pierced the darkness. It was terrible. Her voice hurt his ears. He wanted her to stop. For her to just go away. Her? How could he know it was a her? What’s she saying...? Help? Lucas’s eyes shot open and he sat up in the bed. He could hear it clearly now. He grabbed his bat and fumbled with the bedroom’s lock opening the door. He wasn’t alone. There was someone else! Making it to the front door, he peered out through the side window. A little girl, nine maybe older, was desperately trying to keep one of them from catching her. The corpse chasing her must have been in its thirties before it died. Hardly a fair fight.
Checking a different window, he looked for any others. There was only one out there, a stroke of good fortune for once. Opening the door, he ran outside into the middle of the overgrown yard and turned a full circle, ensuring he hadn’t been wrong. Sprinting towards the man, his eyes grew wide as he saw it bite down on the little girl’s shoulder and heard the girl scream in agony, tears streaming down her pale white face. Lucas became enraged. He wouldn’t let her suffer that terrible fate. Reaching it before the monster could do more damage, Lucas raised his bat up and brought it crashing down on its head. Blood splattered. The smell. It was all over the street. It was on his face, his bat. It was on the girl. The girl? Lucas shifted his focus and picked the child up. Dashing back to the safety of the house, he ran inside, shutting the door behind him, making sure to lock it.
He laid her on a couch. She was barely conscious, but still managed to wince as he set her down. There was still time. Rummaging through his pack, he found what he was looking for. A bag of black powder. There has to still be time. He rushed back to the little girl with his candle in hand and set it on the ground. Ripping her shirt open, he looked at the wound on her shoulder. The smell. It invaded his nostrils. Using her shirt, he wiped away some of the blood and then poured some of the powder into the wound. He had to be careful. If he put too little, it wouldn’t work. It might not work even if he put enough, but it was the only chance. It all depended if the illness had spread into her veins yet. Protecting the little girl’s face with one hand he picked up the candle and turned away as he dipped the flame toward the wound.
He heard the powder ignite and there was a loud hiss as it quickly burned, cauterizing the wound and hopefully killing the illness. The girl woke up and started to yell out in pain. Lucas ran back to his pack and pulled out a roll of white cloth, some tape, and a blanket. The screaming. It grated on his ears and filled him with dread. If anymore of them were in the vicinity they might hear her. He returned and comforted her.
“Shhh. You’re okay now, but you need to be quiet,” he whispered. She understood and her cries of pain became a faint whimper. Pain. They didn’t feel pain so she wasn’t one of them... at least not yet. Lucas pressed the cloth against her wound and taped it on. He had to keep it from getting infected.
“My shoulder hurts...” the little girl’s voice was faint.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you get better,” Lucas said as he wrapped her in the blanket. “What’s your name?”
“Emily,” she replied.
Lucas lifted her up and carried her to the central room. “Well Emily, I want you to try to and go to sleep. We can talk in the morning, okay?”
“Okay...” She passed out as he was putting her on the twin sized bed. He slept on the floor next to the bed. He was used to sleeping in uncomfortable positions at this point so he didn’t mind. He’d been desperate to find someone and he had. He wished she was a little less helpless, but her being there meant he wasn’t the last one. If a ten year old girl could survive, there had to be others... Right?
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| | Subject: Re: The Zombie Fiction Contest Thu Sep 01, 2011 8:15 am | |
| He actually has lots of stuff in that pack of his. As for the baseball bat, it's one of the most reliable zombie counter measures you can use. :/ Swords can fail if you don't use them properly. Also, have you ever held a chainsaw? They're damn heavy. Not to mention the inevitable spray of infected zombie blood. The reason he's reluctant to use the gun is because he wants to maintain a low profile. Loud noises = lots of zombies. | |
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| | Subject: Re: The Zombie Fiction Contest Thu Sep 22, 2011 1:33 am | |
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| | Subject: Re: The Zombie Fiction Contest Thu Sep 22, 2011 8:32 am | |
| Yeah, AHEM. State the winner already! D:< | |
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| | Subject: Re: The Zombie Fiction Contest Thu Sep 22, 2011 11:11 am | |
| Blah blah blah by default of no other entrees blah blah blah felipe is the winner blah blah blah, celebrate your title as Zombie fiction writer winner or something like that blah blah blah, congratulations. | |
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| | Subject: Re: The Zombie Fiction Contest Sun Sep 25, 2011 4:26 pm | |
| Shouldn't we have a poll or something.. | |
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| | Subject: Re: The Zombie Fiction Contest Sun Sep 25, 2011 11:25 pm | |
| Not when I was the only one to submit anything. xD | |
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| | Subject: Re: The Zombie Fiction Contest Mon Sep 26, 2011 10:57 pm | |
| This is what I have so far. - Spoiler:
Through a silent hallway came the sounds of running footsteps, two friends running along its dark corridors with no sign of an exit. Dim-litted lights flickered from electric failure while some severed cords hanging from them sparked. The concrete walls shown with some traces of mold from age. From deeper within the hallway two friends emerged from beyond the blackened part of the hallway. Away from a moaning and wheezing mass still concealed by darkness.
The hallway smelt musky and damp due to moist soil on the opposite side of the concrete walls. Turning a left hand corner we stumbled on a door that stood slightly ajar. I reached it first grabbing it with my hand and pulled it back with all my might. It was heavy, but I opened it wide enough for my friend to slip through. As I joined him inside the room, I closed the door and engaged the deadbolt in time to hear the mass of bodies slam against it and start clawing and scrapping on the other side.
We stood for a moment panting in the dark before I flipped on my flashlight. I scanned the walls realizing this seemed like a storage room. It was small, but spacious enough for the two of us to rest. I turned back to the door trying to locate a light switch, if there was one at all. I scanned the sides of the door with the beam of light and, to my relief, found one. I'm sure we both were fed up with hiding in unknown dark places. As I flipped the switch my friend grabbed my shoulder which made me spin around and face him. He seemed to be staring in horror as I turned my head to what had drawn his attention.
There upon the floor lay two decaying corpses. For safety I drew out my revolver and neared them cautiously. As I got closer I could see a man was already rotting and dead, his flesh was spotted in holes. There weren't any ears or much of a nose left. For some reason those were the first to start rotting away. The other body was still bloody, but rather than looking disease ridden, looked like it had been eaten. The skin hadn't even rotted away and his nose and one ear were still in tact. The other ear looked like it met it's fate to the other bodies mouth as the cartilage looked torn with dry blood running down the neck. I kicked them both for assurance and my friend crept closer and stood at my side.
"They're dead," I said to ease his worries. He breathed a sigh of relief.
After a moment he observed,"They look like they've been dead for a while."
I didn't say anything but sat down against a wall to relax. Nothing really startled me anymore unless its insane, disease ridden, and moves. He did the same on the opposite wall and sighed. It was different than relief, sounding more like hopelessness and exhaustion.
"You know my times almost up right?" he said. They were words I didn't want to hear, but a truth I found hard to admit. Instead I played a fool and had to ask.
"What do you mean?"
"Dan," he said sternly catching my gaze, his eyes were a hazel color, but dulled with the flickering florescent light hanging from above. On his head he wore a grey beanie and his hair, only long enough to cover the tip of his ears, was a sandy blonde color. It appeared matted from neglect of a decent shower and our exhaustion. His black, zip-up sweatshirt had many rips and tears, mostly from scrabbling through tough and tight areas. Sadly, a lot of our running was more so sneaking on all fours instead of two. This left holes in our jeans and turning their once rich cobalt blue color into a dull faded impression of what they used to be. I found it hard to look into the once lively eyes of my friend. "You know I've told you about this before."
All I was able to do is sigh and stare down at my pistol.
"Look, I know it's hard, but we have to accept the truth." The shuffling of his clothes made me glance up at him. He took off his beanie and removed his hair revealing the decaying cartilage of his ear from behind. I took a second glance at his nose and noticed it was beginning to darken as the cells died inside. I felt a wave of nausea which was caused more so by emotions rather than the actual sight of seeing my best friend turning into what we were both fighting against.
"Tim..." I choked out, "You're my best friend..."
"Hey, look. I'll stick around for as long as I can, I can at least take some of these bastards with me. Maybe before you know it, we'll find a way to help get rid of this!" He was trying to be uplifting, but he wasn't convincing me. I still sighed and went back to staring at my pistol. "Okay, lets just concentrate on sleep, alright? It's the first time in a couple days we actually have a chance to get some decent rest. I highly doubt they'll ever break through that wall and the ones already dead don't look too menacing."
I nodded and said, "Whatever happens we're friends until the end, alright?"
"Friends forever," he agreed. He then got as comfortable as he could in his spot and laid down to sleep. I knew I wouldn't get much sleep as I sat up against the wall watching his breathing become more and more steady. He was rasping with each breath, but that didn't surprise me. I kept the gun close to me for safety and shielded my nose from the stench the two corpses were producing.
l sat there watching my friend, Timothy, sleeping and took time to look at the room we had taken refuge in. To the right of me stood the door we had entered from. There were no windows and as for the left side were just white plastic shelves holding a few cans of food that looked empty. The walls were peeling and revealing the gray concrete behind the white coat of paint. The zombies had seemed to forgotten what lay behind the steel door and discontinued scrabbling against the wall causing an eerie silence with the only sound coming from his breathing.
Taken back a few days before, I first fell into this plague from visiting a relative. A lengthened story cut short, they were infected and my friend came to help me. Afterwards we had been running into more and more right and left. Although, unlike according to the common zombie games and movies, I haven't been infected. I've been bitten and scratched, but my skin still fails to show any sign of infestation. I glance at my friend who looked like he was on his last breath. He never got bitten as much as I have and yet he already was looking like the undead. The sound of the 'zombies' on the other side had stopped. Still thinking about previous events my eyelids grew heavy and soon sleep took over me.
I don't know how long I had slept for or how deeply it was, but I woke up to a strange and eerie feeling. I was still sitting up right and noticed my friend standing over me and staring down.
I wasn't panicking and was still a little groggy, "How'd you sleep?" I said questioningly and waited for a response. The only response he gave me was a wheeze as if he wanted to respond, but had lost his voice due to inflammation or the disease. I reached for the gun and held it tight. He stared at it intently but didn't move. His eyes were completely dull and unmoving. His face had become sunken and a greyish tint was revealed in it. His body was trembling, as if either hesitant over something or in pain from the disease.
However long I slept was plenty enough for him to turn into this. Still he gave me his ghoulish, but blank stare. I was still frozen but slowly tried pointing my pistol at him. As soon as I moved he screeched and lunged at me with his whole weight. I was taken off guard and fired a shot, it grazed him, but it wasn't enough to make him back away. His teeth and my forearm made contact like a police dog and a criminal. I gave out a agonized cry as he dug them into my flesh. I thought of the two cadavers laying on the floor, one had being eaten to death. My friend pinned me to the ground as he tried devouring my arm. Decided I wasn't going to be the same as the other corpse, I took the gun in my other hand and tried flailing it it at his head. Blood was rolling down my arm from the wound as he kept gnawing deeper. I let out and angry yell and finally struck him over the head, he rolled right next to me incapacitated taken a chunk of my arm with him. I instantly got up and pointed the gun at him.
He veered his head around clutching the back of it with one hand. He made another angry wheeze and jumped at me. I closed my eyes and fired my pistol. I heard a thud against the cement floor. I opened my eyes to see my friend laying face down in the ground. I walked over to him and pushed him over to face him up. His eyes were just blank and a hole squarely in the middle of his head. Some blood dripped out, but I didn't care to scan over it in detail. I looked over his face and it looked nothing like the friend I had known all my years.
I slumped against the wall, in pain and in shock. As I slowly fell back to my sitting position I threw my gun to the side and began to bury my face in my hands. I sat there ashamed of having to kill my own friend and the only person keeping me alive. I couldn't continue this motion for long as my arm began to throb. I looked at the wound and another wave of nausea took over me. I ripped off a piece of my shirt and proceeded to tie it around the mark so it would be hidden from my sight. The strip of cloth didn't make the wound any less painful, but I shook my head and decided I couldn't stay in the presence of two corpses.
I took up my gun once again, standing up from my spot and neared the door quietly. I could barely stand this awkward silence. I closed my eyes and unsecured the deadbolt which was locked hours before. I waited to see if anything had heard me. Nothing but silence answered back to my movements. I slowly pushed opened the heavy door as it creaked with the rust build-up on the hinges. The sound made me cringe and clench my pistol all the more tightly. I looked behind the door and jumped back gasping at the mass of undead laying beneath my feet.
I kicked each one a little to ensure myself that they no longer had a heart beat. Glancing up from the pile I looked towards the dark hall way my friend and I had come through only hours before. A few zombie still struggled on the last minutes of their life to crawl around. The infection so bad they didn't even take notice of the sound of the door opening. Still paranoid at the thought of one unnaturally jumping from the ground and onto my shoulder, I crept against the wall past them. None even turning their heads.
I rounded the corner and breathed a sigh of relief. I looked down this hallway and flipped on my flashlight.
Oh contrare~ | |
| | | | Eupharia
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| | Subject: Re: The Zombie Fiction Contest Mon Oct 03, 2011 1:24 pm | |
| - Memieko wrote:
- This is what I have so far.
- Spoiler:
Removed to save space
Oh contrare~ I demand more. | |
| | | | Mac of All Trades
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| | Subject: Re: The Zombie Fiction Contest Mon Oct 31, 2011 7:06 pm | |
| Phillip, Memos,
I have read your stories now. I'm not gonna comment on literary style or anything, but I enjoyed them both. They seemed to be long term survival rather than constant combat like COD. Fish, you can count me as interested enough to see chapter 2 like you said (though Sawyer takes priority). Comparing them, kind of reversed in that Dan is becoming more alone while Jacob is working on finding people. They were both good in that they started out in the middle with some mystery still for the character and some questions from the reader, though I wish more background info could be given. Maybe that would be in the next chapter's flashbacks.
As for my story, I've been finished but it's not written down, and now that I've passed up my opportunity in summer I have no idea when the story will be translated into words. But I'm sure the longer I wait the fuzzier my memory will become.
Heh, guess I didn't need to wait until Halloween to read these, they're appropriate for anytime | |
| | | | RedHerring
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| | Subject: Re: The Zombie Fiction Contest Sat Nov 17, 2012 4:28 am | |
| To anyone who still reads theses forums, I just wanted to let you know I'm actually submitting an edited/shortened version of my zombie story to a school produced magazine at my college. If on the off chance it actually gets published and I'm not just deluding myself, I'll post the new version here. Honorable mentions go to Euphy for pointing out awkward wording and not saying anything negative when I sent it to him for proofreading. Turns out he's some kind of professional editor or something. Sent me a copy of a forged document and everything. *whistles* | |
| | | | Mac of All Trades
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| | Subject: Re: The Zombie Fiction Contest Tue Dec 11, 2012 9:27 pm | |
| That's cool. As for me, I applied the concept I had for the undead story (which I never wrote) to a different storyline I had conceptualized a while ago, and am making it into a series of short stories that I might be able to form a crossover novel of some philosophical sort with. It's along story (and, well, the stories themselves are long as well)
...I thought that by now I'd be able to type sentences in a less retarded way than my 10th-11th grade self, but I guess not. | |
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