Write Club 2012!
First of all, congratulations to Mark Hough for winning this contest!
DL Hammons' WRiTE Club 2012 was the first writing contest I've ever entered. Since this contest was judged by fellow bloggers and otherwise total strangers, this was the first time my writing was set before people with nothing to lose for being brutally honest. I didn't exactly have highest hopes but I did like my story and it ended up surviving for a few rounds at least.
My name in the contest was Sedney of the Castonod (the name of a sailor and his ship, from an excerpt that did not make the final cut of Darke and the Parandrus). The story came from an idea of cemeteries, and their unique fascination. I wanted to create a cemetery that "houses the dead, but not the fondly remembered."
As my story won a couple of rounds, I realized there may be the need for an additional short story. So I wrote this one. It started as an idea of abandoned warehouses... I'm not really sure why. This story has never seen the light of day. If it had - and depending on how far it had gone - I planned to give it life. Since it did not, it has been shoved to a dark corner of the warehouse that is my mind. Maybe someday it will have life. Otherwise it will stagnate, like a mannequin buried beneath the dust of decades, grouped tightly with its fellows behind a broken display shelf in a clothing store time forgot.
(I'm listening to Apocalyptica, thus the gloomy tone)
[This story has been removed to remain anonymous. You MIGHT find it (posted anonymously of course) at Write Club 2013!]
DL Hammons' WRiTE Club 2012 was the first writing contest I've ever entered. Since this contest was judged by fellow bloggers and otherwise total strangers, this was the first time my writing was set before people with nothing to lose for being brutally honest. I didn't exactly have highest hopes but I did like my story and it ended up surviving for a few rounds at least.
My name in the contest was Sedney of the Castonod (the name of a sailor and his ship, from an excerpt that did not make the final cut of Darke and the Parandrus). The story came from an idea of cemeteries, and their unique fascination. I wanted to create a cemetery that "houses the dead, but not the fondly remembered."
As my story won a couple of rounds, I realized there may be the need for an additional short story. So I wrote this one. It started as an idea of abandoned warehouses... I'm not really sure why. This story has never seen the light of day. If it had - and depending on how far it had gone - I planned to give it life. Since it did not, it has been shoved to a dark corner of the warehouse that is my mind. Maybe someday it will have life. Otherwise it will stagnate, like a mannequin buried beneath the dust of decades, grouped tightly with its fellows behind a broken display shelf in a clothing store time forgot.
(I'm listening to Apocalyptica, thus the gloomy tone)
[This story has been removed to remain anonymous. You MIGHT find it (posted anonymously of course) at Write Club 2013!]