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Post subject: Posted: September 30th, 2006, 10:42 am |
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Thanks Elegost! Yours is really good too! Mine should probably be longer as well, but I don't want to add to it because it's supposed to be quite simple and leave a lot to the imagination. I dunno, maybe I'll have an idea.
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Post subject: Posted: September 30th, 2006, 11:06 am |
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*sigh* well, some of you may have already read this one, but here it goes...
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Are You my Uncle?
Eldarion stood impatiently at his father's feet, waiting for him to stop talking with one of those council people again. Man were those people always getting in his way. After what seemed like an eternity, Aragorn bid the man farewell and turned around. But Eldarion was once again disappointed, as his father did not even seem to notice him.
"Ada! Ada! Aaaadaaaa!!" Eldarion called as he ran towards his father, and then tugged on the king's long robe as he caught up with him.
"My goodness, ion nin, whatever is the matter? Is something wrong?" Aragorn looked concered as he knelt down so that he was at Eldarion's level.
"Yes, you didn't even notice me over there, I was standin' there forever n' ever!" Eldarion gave his father his most iresistable eyes he could possibly muster, and Aragorn's face softened.
"Ion nin, I don't really think it was forever, or else you would still be standing there." Eldarion looked quite confused. Aragorn smiled. "Now, what did you want?" Aragorn smoothed back his son's hair as Eldarion's face lit up.
"Can you come and play?" Eldarion got right to the point.
"I wish I could Eldarion, but I have some buisness to attend to, a council." Eldarion's shoulder's sunk and his face lost all it's joy, to him it seemed like the world would end. Aragorn had sypathy for the boy, it was not always easy on the young prince. But then again, he of course was probably the most popular child in all of Gondor. Well, he and his best friend, Elboron.
"Well, I promise I will come and play after I am done, but in the meantime," Eldarion looked up at his father, a new hope shining in his eyes. "Why don't you go and find Uncle Legolas, I'm sure he can play with you. Eldarion beamed at his father and then took off running toward's Legolas' chambers.
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Legolas lay on his bed, resting his elven eyes. He thought for a moment that he had heard small footsteps not far off, but shook the thought out of his mind. But then he heard somthing else.
"Uncle Legolas, Uncle Legolas, Uncle Legolas!" Eldarion's unmistakable voice grew louder and louder as he burst into Legolas' room.
"Uncle Legolas!" he called once again as he launched himself at the fair headed elf.
"Well hello Eldarion." Legolas said simply, after the small being got off of his stomache. "Did you want something?"
"Yes, could you play with me? Ada is in one of those silly councils again." Legolas laughed at Eldarion's perception on councils.
"Aye, tithen pen. I can, what do you want to play?" Legolas sat up and looked at his 'nefew'
"Well...I don't know. Eldarion looked thoughtfull for a moment, and then his brow creased.
"Uncle Legolas?"
"Yes?"
"Are you my uncle?" Legolas was quite surprised at the sudden change of subject, but went along with it.
"Of course I am, do you not call me Uncle Legolas?" Eldarion did not seem to hear him.
"And you're an elf right?"
"Yes..."
"Then you must be Nana's brother!" Eldarion concluded. Legolas almost laughed.
"No, Eldarion, I am not you're Nana's brother. Your uncles Elladan and Elrohir are you're mother's brothers."
"Then you must be Ada's brother!" Eldarion now seemed to be sure of this.
"Well, not really, it's kind of comlicated..." Legolas had never really thought of all of this, and now Eldarion was asking about it. Ai, Elbereth! Leave it to Eldarion to confuse even the most wisdom-filled mind in all of arda.
"Well how can you be my uncle if you are not related to either of my parents?!" Eldarion was now very confused.
"Well, in a way I'm you're adoptive uncle."
"But you can't adopt me, I'm not an orphan."
"Well yes I know but-"
"You mean we adopted you?"
"You could say that but I think it's more like-"
"But you can't be adopted, you've got an Ada!"
"Yes I know, but you see Eldarion, you're father and I are very good friends, and we consider each other as brothers. So I would consider you as my nefew." Understanding dawned on Eldarion's face only to be replaced by confusion once more.
"But you said that Elladan and El'hir are Nana's brothers, but Ada says that they are his brothers." Legolas closed his eyes. Why him?
"Well, that is quite comlicated. You see, Elrond, your grandfather, adopted you father as his own son, and Elladan and Elrohir are his adoptive brothers, while they are your Nana's biological brothers." Eldarion seemed to think about this for a minute and then wrinkled his nose up.
"Ada married his adoptive sister?!" Eldarion seemed disgusted at the thought.
"Well, your Ada did not know your Nana until he was at least twenty years old. So it's not all that bad."
"So Ada and Nana arn't related?"
"Well, distanly yes, but directly, no."
"How distanly?"
"Well...Your Ada is basicly your Nana's cousin, about 60 something times removed and-"
"ADA MARRIED HIS COUSIN?!" Eldarion looked absolutly grossed-out
"No no no, Eldarion, like I said, your Ada and Nana are related, but very, *very* distantly mind you." Eldarion calmed down, content with his 'uncle's answer.
"So Nana is *my* cousin too?!"
"Well not really, like I said the relation is very distant-"
"But I'm her SON!"
"Yes I know that, you are related to her in two ways, yes you are her son, but you are also her cousin, again, about 60 something times removed."
"Oh...What about Uncle Gimli? or Uncle Merry? or Pippin?"
Legolas buried his head in his hands. Oh mercy.
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Please tell me if I spelled anything wrong or need to fix something.
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Post subject: Posted: September 30th, 2006, 7:51 pm |
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I really like yours, Ellie! Really good.
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Post subject: Posted: September 30th, 2006, 7:52 pm |
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Yeah - I can see what I'm up against! 
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Post subject: Posted: September 30th, 2006, 11:01 pm |
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:lol: I loved your story SG! It reminded me of another story I've been reading on fanfic.net 'cept your's is a thousand times better. lol!
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Post subject: Posted: October 1st, 2006, 9:59 am |
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book version, yeah, definately.
Cliche storyline. Well think a moment, what themes do most ff writers have? A Mary-Sue character, a Xena-like character who goes around with her special weapon looking to see where a fright can be found and the day saved, or a character who didn't realize he/she had special power of some kind. There's the "secret daughter of" or "secret son of" a main character, and there's where you insert yourself in the story and create this big messy love triangle with a main character and the person he already loves, or with another main character, etc.
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Post subject: Posted: October 1st, 2006, 12:21 pm |
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Is it okay if I add a little movie element into my story? For example, I have the siege towers in Minas Tirith pushed by trolls, Gondor trebuchets returning fire to the Mordor forces, Mordor forces entering after the Gates are breached.
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Post subject: Posted: October 1st, 2006, 3:24 pm |
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I was cracking up when I wrote this! It's unbelievably funny! (especially the end and parts in the middle...)
~Middle-earth Madness - A Chatroom for Hobbits~ By Aramel Elyanwë (Unlike anything you’ve ever read before - Guaranteed to have you ROFLing till you cry)
Frodo - Ringbearer01 Sam - CurlyQ Merry - Tiggybuck28 Pippin - Fool_of_a_Took47 Legolas - Archer32 Arwen - Undomiel-Elessar364 Aragorn - H.A.M. Rainjer Gandalf - WhiteWizard ~~~~
Frodo Baggins yawned and rubbed his eyes. Morning dawned bright in the Shire; birds were singing, Hobbits were walking about, going on with their lives. It had been quite a few months since Sauron was destroyed and peace brought to Middle-earth.
Standing up, Frodo stretched his arms up high and walked over to the desk in the corner of his bedroom. On it was a laptop - yes, a laptop, a Dell to be exact. All of Middle-earth had gotten laptops gifted to them - what a great surprise!
Frodo happily turned on the computer and logged onto the internet - yet another great invention that had come pre-installed on the laptop. He happily flicked his fingers over the keyboard and logged onto a chat room (Middle-earth Madness) where everyone met daily to talk about random things. Frodo’s blue eyes twinkled and he smiled happily as he was greeted by all of his friends.
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Ringbearer01 says: Hello? Is anyone here? CurlyQ says: Hello, Mr. Frodo! Ringbearer01 says: Hi, Sam. Fool_of_a_Took47 says: I’m here too! Tiggybuck28 says: Don’t forget me!
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Frodo identified them as Sam, Pippin and Merry and the smile on his face grew larger.
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Ringbearer01 says: Hello, guys. How are you? CurlyQ says: The question is how are you, Mr. Frodo? Are you doing okay? Ringbearer01 says: I’m fine, Sam. Tiggybuck28 says: Yeah, me too. Fool_of_a_Took47 says: I’m hungry. Tiggybuck28 says: You’re always hungry, Pippin. We just came back from a huge buffet (second lunch) at the Green Dragon and he ate like a cow! Or did he eat the cow...? Fool_of_a_Took47 says: Yeah, but now it’s time for afternoon tea and muffins! H.A.M. Rainjer says: Hello, Hobbits. Fool_of_a_Took47 says: Hiya, Aragorn! H.A.M. Rainjer says: Has anyone seen Legolas? I think he might have stolen my strawberry scented shampoo... Ringbearer01 says: He would be the first person I’d ask. Tiggybuck28 says: Anyone want to play a game of ‘Tig’? Ringbearer01 says: What’s ‘Tig’? Tiggybuck28 says: A really fun game  Ringbearer01 says: What are the rules? Tiggybuck28 says: Oh, there’s tons! First...- WhiteWizard says: Be quiet! There is no time for mindless games...There is evil lurking about... H.A.M. Rainjer says: What are you talking about, Gandalf? Archer32 says: Suilaid! WhiteWizard says: Oh, never mind, it was just Legolas. Archer32 says: Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?  H.A.M. Rainjer says: Forget it. Legolas, do you have my strawberry shampoo? Archer32 says: ~slowly~ Mayyyybe... H.A.M. Rainjer says: GIVE IT BACK BEFORE I HIT YOU IN THE HEAD WITH ANDURIL!!!! Archer32 says: *sticks tongue out* Let me use it first. It says it cures split ends! Besides, you didn’t even use any that whole time we were on the quest! H.A.M. Rainjer says: Neither did you! Shampoo or deodorant.... Archer32 says: I’ll give it back next week. H.A.M. Rainjer says: Okay. Guess I’ll just have to use some of Arwen’s... Undomiel-Elessar364 says: Think again H.A.M. Rainjer says: Oh, hi, Arwen. Undomiel-Elessar364 says: I think you’d better go and get some of your own. Do you know how much I paid for my shampoo? H.A.M. Rainjer says: Of course, I bought it for you. Undomiel-Elessar364 says: Oh, right. Fool_of_a_Took47 says: Hey, Aragorn, your name reminds me of FOOD! Ham...mmm... Tiggybuck28: Everything reminds you of food, Pip. Fool_of_a_Took47 says: Does not! Tiggybuck28 says: Does too! Fool_of_a_Took47 says: Nuh-uh! Tiggybuck28 says: Yeah-huh! WhiteWizard says: SHUT UP BEFORE I TURN YOU BOTH INTO SOMETHING UNNATURAL! Like a rodent, or a bat, or something that eats bugs! Fool_of_a_Took47 says: eww, even I wouldn’t eat them... Tiggybuck28 says: Finally, something Pippin won’t eat! Ringbearer01 says: So, how do you play ‘Tig’? Tiggybuck28 says: It’s really simple. Ringbearer01 says: Yeah? Tiggybuck28 says: Yeah. Ringbearer01 says: Well? Tiggybuck28 says: ‘Well’ what? Ringbearer01 says: ‘Well what’ what? Tiggybuck28 says: ‘Well what, what’ who? Ringbearer01 says: ‘Well what, what who’, you! Tiggybuck28 says: ‘Well what, what who you’, me? Ringbearer01 says: Oh, forget it. Tiggybuck28 says: Forget what? Ringbearer01 says: *bangs head against tea table* Fool_of_a_Took47 says: TEA!!!!!!!! CurlyQ says: Wait, I’m confused, what are we talking about again? Tiggybuck28 says: I don’t know, Frodo’s confusing me.  Ringbearer01 says: No, you’re confusing me! Tiggybuck28 says: So, we’re all confused. Fool_of_a_Took47 says: Confused about what? H.A.M Rainjer says: Okay, this is getting really stupid. Fool_of_a_Took47 says: What’s getting really stupid? WhiteWizard says: You! Fool_of_a_Took47 says: I’m getting really stupid? WhiteWizard says: No! Not getting, you always were really stupid! Fool_of_a_Took47 says: That wasn’t very nice Gandalf... H.A.M Rainjer says: But true!  Undomiel-Elessar364 says: Boys! You’re all stupid... now let’s talk about something more pleasant...like me... H.A.M. Rainjer says: Your snoring isn’t so pleasant! Undomiel-Elessar364 says: Perhaps you’d rather live with Legolas... Archer32 says: What? Uh-uh, no way man... he would use all of my shampoo!  And I do too use deodorant! ~in a feminine voice~ It’s a nice powdery scent! H.A.M. Rainjer says: Oh LOTR! R U even male? U R more feminine than Eowyn! Undomiel-Elessar364 says: EXCUSE ME?! H.A.M. Rainjer says: ~sheepishly~ sorry dear... Undomiel-Elessar364 says: *drags off Aragorn by the ear* U and I are going to have a little talk... actually, U will be listening! *Undomiel-Elessar364 and H.A.M Rainjer have logged off* Archer32 says: I’ve got to go finish washing my hair... 
*Archer32 has logged off*
Tiggybuck28 says: You still never said what I confused u about, Frodo Ringbearer01 says: You said playing ‘Tig’ was as easy as pie! Never mind...
*Ringbearer01 has logged off*
Fool_of_A_Took47 says: Pie? Where’s pie?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! CurlyQ says: G2G, Rosie’s back from the store and she thinks I was watching the kids...and I have NO idea where they are. *blush*
*CurlyQ has logged off*
Tiggybuck28 says: It’s just you and me now, Pip. Fool_of_A_Took47 says: WHERE’S THE PIE?! Tiggybuck28 says: Pip, it’s virtual pie. Fool_of_A_Took47 says: So, the pie’s in the computer?!
*Tiggybuck28 has logged off*
Fool_of_A_Took47 says: Hello? HELLO?! Come back! Where’s the pie?! What flavor is it?! Do I print the pie out on the printer?! I bet it’s blueberry, or cherry! Or apple, or blackberry, or peach, or rhubarb... ummm rhubarb... that’s always been one of my favorites. Who am I talking to? Hello? Ringwraith1: Hello. What’s your opinion on world domination? 
*Fool_of_A_Took47 has logged off*
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Post subject: Posted: October 1st, 2006, 9:26 pm |
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*Giggles* I love it, Aramel! I'm not a funny person so I could never write something like that...*wanders off giggling quietly to self and attracting odd looks*
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Post subject: Posted: October 2nd, 2006, 7:54 pm |
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Here is my story....a little grim and depressing so if you are in a happy mood, I suggest you read Star_Gazer's or Aramel Elyanwë's. (I'm sorry, I just read a Snicket book.)
Hope Fails
Quote: I winced slightly as the first of Mordor’s fiery missiles struck the First Circle of Minas Tirith. I held out a hand to grab the white walls in an attempt to regain my balance. I was located at the second wall, far from the destruction and death that will come but close enough to see the might of the Enemy. I hastily grabbed my bow and raced down towards the first level, despite the blatant risks. I placed an arrow onto the string, tugged on it, and loosed it. The shaft, soon followed by scores others, flew into the air and hit the Orc masses. A sharp whistle in the air could be heard and I saw the catapults fire again. But this time it wasn’t a fiery missile, something worse. The heads of the brave soldiers that fought in Osgiliath, the Rammas Echor, and other places rained upon the first level. One head hit the rampart, not two inches away from me. I looked at the face that was once of a valiant soldier. On the head was a face of horror and hopelessness, combined with the hideous brand of the Enemy. A wave of nausea hit me and I was forced on my knees to expel what was in my stomach. After that was over, I nocked my bow again and fired at the enemy, my heart raging in anger. I was responded by a hail of black arrows that mostly just hit the wall. Some of them managed to fly above the walls, hitting the second wall. As arrows flew across the air, thickening it, a loud shriek could be heard, which was followed by the dreaded word, “Nazgûl!”
I looked up in horror to see the steeds of Winged Shadow. The Nazgûl shrieked as they flew over us, spreading horror and terror as efficient as a disease. The shrieks grew higher and higher in pitch until I was compelled to put my hands over my ears as I fell to my knees again. In their insanity, some of the men threw themselves from the walls to their doom. Many of the soldiers took cover and fled from their post. As my mind was consumed by fear, the thought of joining them flitted through my mind until a voice pierced through the shroud of fear like an arrow into the heart. The voiced cried, “Don’t give into fear! Stand and fight!” I shook my head to rid it from the cloud of fear that covered my mind and looked for the source of the voice. It was Mithrandir. As he spoke, my fear and doubt were lifted from me, though they have not entirely dissipated. On my account only four men could do that to a soldier: Boromir, Faramir, Prince Imrahil, and Mithrandir. With Boromir now dead and Faramir’s life hanging by a thread, hope among us was short.
Now while my, along with my comrades’, attention had been diverted towards the shrieking Nazgûl, still spreading fear among us, the Enemy had begun its attempt to scale the walls. Siege towers, filled with hideous Orcs, were pushed on by equally hideous trolls towards our beloved wall. Those that salvaged whatever sense they lost by the Nazgûl re-assumed their posts and fired towards the tower, I included. Years later, if I am to survive that long, I would say my mind was clouded by the remains of the fear and failed to realize that the towers were impermeable to our arrows. “Not the towers,” another voice cried out. I shook my head again, bewildered. “Aim for the trolls, kill the trolls,” the voice commanded again. I turned to see Prince Imrahil among our ranks, accompanied by his famed Swan Knights. Slightly invigorated, I shot at the trolls that pushed the engines forward. My arrow was followed by others that pierced through the unarmored regions of the trolls, causing them to groan in agony. Yet despite this, they managed to wheel the towers close enough to the wall that gangplanks were lowered, unleashing a flood of Orcs
I altered my aim towards the pouring Orcs, shooting them as they crossed the makeshift bridge. Often an Orc would stumble upon a fallen cohort of his, sending him falling into his death. Yet despite that, the Orcs continued to pour, like a flood. They hit the shield wall we erected to hold the Orc tide, but the wall was faltering, almost ready to break any minute. I hastily joined the soldiers in close combat, discarding my bow in favor for a spear. Before my eyes, my comrades fell to the rusty blades of the Orcs. The soldiers’ eyes were filled with despair as they fell to the ground, motionless. Anger swelled in my heart once again, and I charged towards the Orc mass that continued to pour from the tower. I skewered one with a swift thrust of my spear, and another. I lost my spear after pushing it through an Orc, who fell from the walls. I drew my sword and in a berserker rage, slashed at anything that came near my sword.
Night had fallen and so did my courage and hope. Fatigue and fear conquered my heart and not even the encouraging voice of Mithrandir or Prince Imrahil could dissolve it. I was surrounded on the walls by the corpses of Gondor and Orcs and behind me; the First Circle was dominated by flame. This day alone made more widows and orphans than any day I can remember. In the air, cries and laments of soldiers whose friends were hewn before their eyes could be heard. Then something else pierced through the air, something that was neither a cry nor lament. It was a chant. The Orcs chanted and cried, “Grond! Grond! Grond!” as a giant battering ram, its head shaped as a snarling wolf, crawled towards our Great Gates. Pulled by massive beasts, manned by massive trolls, it caused massive fear among the already fearful. To me, it is only fitting that they called this engine “Grond”, after the Hammer of the Underworld, the weapon of the Great Enemy. It was the hammer that would bring the death of Gondor. The men and I watched in horror as they brought the source of our fear closer and closer. And then something even more horrific came to our view: the Lord of the Nine. As he approached, I hastily grabbed for my bow, which I recovered after the siege tower assault, and aimed for his hideous heart but then as swift as lightning, an arrow, its head rusty from negligence, flew into my stomach. I fell forward against the rampart as blood dripped from the wound, giving me an entire view of what will soon to happen.
The Lord of the Nine held up his sword and stillness dominated in the air. No bow sang its deadly whistle, even the Orcs fell silent. Fear now dominated my mind as Grond knocked on our door and the Lord of the Nine spoke harsh words of terror and power. Thrice Grond knocked and thrice the Lord of the Nine spoke. On the third time, Grond smashed our impregnable Gate, destroying all we have built and protected for centuries. Instead of the hordes of filthy Orcs and trolls that we expected to enter, only one soldier approached the breached Minas Tirith. All of the soldiers, in fear, fled before him save one: Mithrandir, who had mounted Shadowfax and held his ground. I yearned to join either the soldiers or Mithrandir, for my heart was divided on this, yet my wound restrained me to my post. Mithrandir cried out, in a noble challenge, “You cannot enter here! Go back to the abyss prepared for you! Go back! Fall into the nothingness that awaits you and your Master. Go!” To this the Lord of the Nine retorted, “Old fool! Old fool! This is my hour. Do you not know Death when you see it? Die now and curse in vain!” And with that he lifted his fearsome sword again and flames ran down it, filling me with fear. I now know it is possible to be scared to death because as I lay dying, fear was all that remained in my mind. Fear and despair. There is no hope for Men, the world will be devoured by the Enemy and the Dark Lord will reign over all Men. A rooster crowed, ignorant that the doom of Men approaches, which was responded by horns, horns that signaled the arrival of reinforcements of the Enemy. With that thought in my mind, among others, my eyes fell into darkness, darkness that would reign this Middle-Earth.
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Post subject: Posted: October 3rd, 2006, 3:23 pm |
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Aww, that is so sad, caunion! But well written too! I must say, I am up against some very good writers.*writes madly* Mine is almost finished!
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Post subject: Posted: October 3rd, 2006, 9:00 pm |
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I just read Melda....the first one here that has emotion without a war. Incredible!! Fierce competition here.
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Post subject: Posted: October 4th, 2006, 12:26 pm |
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*Gulp* Yup, I would feel very sorry for the judges at this point, with so many awesome writers! Thanks, Caunion! I'm so impressed with everyone's stories, this is in no way going to be a pushover for anyone...
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Post subject: Posted: October 7th, 2006, 8:27 pm |
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What was our final date again? *Waits impatiently*
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Post subject: Posted: October 7th, 2006, 10:08 pm |
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I don't think Ivy actually set an exact date. I've got my story all typed up, but I'm terribly nervous and hesitant about turning it in. This really is tough competition!
I guess I'll get it in later today... I hope. *gulp*
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