Wrting Competion #2: Short Story

On a cold morning mid-February, I always want to challenge myself to be the best, to hone in my skills no one else in the world can ever achieve. At first glance during the first few months, I do not even know what I am doing whilst stumbling upon such a place, taking risks to lay out the foundation of my creative talents. My first major roleplay event in late April is a modest success for me, the stunning concept of making fandoms draws my inspiration even further to making more, and the sensation of starring myself in my own narratives keeps me interested.

When summer arrive, I turn 21, the biggest birthday I ever have in life, it really make me feel happier about myself, after all, being a lovable person living this century even in the darkest times stays true to my purpose. If not for the stressful events happening in real-life, I could have stretch my limits far beyond here and make a living to help strengthen small communities big enough to compete against the more trending ones out there. The second roleplay event I hold in July through August is when my skills are tested to the boiling point, the feeling of being in these brutal scenes mixing in with courage and wits keeps me on pace, and the resolve to keep going despite the short breaks is where my confidentiality comes from.

Though I do have a constant fear of letting my mind getting in the way of what is happening around me, I continue to persist in my pursuit of achieving that one dream I am hoping to come true, to become lucid once more, and my true goal is to make my civilization as utopian and attractive as possible. The third and last roleplay events set me on edge even deeper, connecting the narrative to its conclusion that a faraway planet without imagination is a planet that is not as advanced as we are now.

Lastly, my journey never stops here and never will to this day, being a person with huge determination is my only strength I have, and without it, I would not have exist here in this era, and that is how I come here in the first place.

Remilia Scarlet wrote

LucianDreamer wrote

Let my vivid imaginative mind fill your thread, Your Grace. Last time didn't fare well for me, but this time I will make it count, so I am all ears.

On a cold morning mid-February, I always want to challenge myself to be the best, to hone in my skills no one else in the world can ever achieve. At first glance during the first few months, I do not even know what I am doing whilst stumbling upon such a place, taking risks to lay out the foundation of my creative talents. My first major roleplay event in late April is a modest success for me, the stunning concept of making fandoms draws my inspiration even further to making more, and the sensation of starring myself in my own narratives keeps me interested.

When summer arrive, I turn 21, the biggest birthday I ever have in life, it really make me feel happier about myself, after all, being a lovable person living this century even in the darkest times stays true to my purpose. If not for the stressful events happening in real-life, I could have stretch my limits far beyond here and make a living to help strengthen small communities big enough to compete against the more trending ones out there. The second roleplay event I hold in July through August is when my skills are tested to the boiling point, the feeling of being in these brutal scenes mixing in with courage and wits keeps me on pace, and the resolve to keep going despite the short breaks is where my confidentiality comes from.

Though I do have a constant fear of letting my mind getting in the way of what is happening around me, I continue to persist in my pursuit of achieving that one dream I am hoping to come true, to become lucid once more, and my true goal is to make my civilization as utopian and attractive as possible. The third and last roleplay events set me on edge even deeper, connecting the narrative to its conclusion that a faraway planet without imagination is a planet that is not as advanced as we are now.

Lastly, my journey never stops here and never will to this day, being a person with huge determination is my only strength I have, and without it, I would not have exist here in this era, and that is how I come here in the first place.

Not to be rude but...did ya even read the rules? 5-10 sentences, 5 as min 10 max. I'll make a long story one in the next competition

It looks longer but it's really only nine sentences.

OOC: I think Her Grace misunderstood what I wrote by including my OOC lines before I even started my story, and yes, I did read the rules several times.
I looked back at my story using Microsoft Word 2013 to analyze it. It doesn't say how many sentences, but it does say lines as proof. Assuming it is nine sentences from what AIO said it contains 379 words, 2,041 characters, 4 paragraphs in length, and 25 lines total.

So, I decided to just take out the OOC part but leave my story intact.

I hope this correction is very clear to her. <3

It's 11:12 PM on Thursday night where I live. Hopefully I make it in time. This is an attempt at something I haven't done before: historical fiction. It's a little... lewd.

The temple of Ishtar was filled with smoke and decorated with whispers and sighs. The lady's altar was adorned with lapis lazuli and gold, glittered with the banner of glory and dust of stars. Their veils of the high priestesses were shimmering sun-showers and their arms and legs were squeezed by golden snakes into spirals and curvatures. I found her features as soft and nubile as the horn of a fawn. My dropped coin caused a ripple in her olive thighs and ringed solemnly on the golden bands adorning her frame. The eyes of a deep blue gazed back at me from the eagle icon around my neck as I offered a prayer to my protectorate deity. The moon and sun were her two breasts and the axis of heaven was a gilt amulet that nestled between them. Her eyes were the underworld and heaven, and all sing praise to what is beautiful. May Marduk and his consort live forever, over Egypt and Judea, over Scythia and Elam, over Phoenicia and over Ugarit! May the holy lady of heaven and lord of all creation rule the entirety of what is as I lay with her tonight!

The man sat alone on a bench, just as he had for the past half hour. His gaze was fixed on nothing in particular while he fingered the spare ticket he clutched in his hand and tried very hard not to glance at his wristwatch. With his shoulders slumped and his head bowed the attentive posture he'd had on display earlier had all but vanished. He lets out a heavy sigh and takes a quick peak at his watch.

Well, might as well still go.

Slowly, he picks himself up off of the bench and then makes his way over to the ticket booth. The teller lets him through and throws a look of sympathy towards him, much to his appreciation.

Could be worse, he thinks. At least it wasn't at a restaurant. And besides, there will always be next time.