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 Posted: Jul 27 2017, 04:48 PM
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COME ONE, COME ALL,
TO THE GRAND FESTIVAL DRABBLES CONTEST!


In addition to the goodies and Meadow threads floating around,
the Admin Team have decided to bring to you an additional event this year!

microfiction (countable and uncountable, plural microfictions)
(n.)
1. (uncountable) Fiction that has a significantly shorter than average length.
2. (countable) An individual work of this type.

But before we list off the rules of this competition, we'll list off the prizes!
First Place Winner: piece of emulation gear of choice
Second Place Winners (2 Total): One Z-Crystal of choice
Runner Ups (2 Total): (3) random berries and 50g

All of those who place will also get a neat mini-badge to go on the sidebar, with the First Place Winner getting the specially noted one on the right:

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Sounds interesting? Wondering about how to get those prizes? All you need to do is write about the region - about the NPCs, about the lore, or maybe about short rumors or folk tales; essentially anything about anything - that total to 100 words, to keep to the spirit of microfiction!

Each participant may enter a total of six separate entries, each with a word count up to 100 words, but only five entries from separate people will win! Your admins, myself and Rosalie, will be the judges. Move us, intrigue us, excite us! The winning drabble - and author - will also be featured in an upcoming thread, which will be revealed at the end of the Grand Festival.

You have until August 19, 12:00PM cbox time, the day before the end of the Festival, to write your microfiction! To submit your drabbles, reply to this thread and let us know where each entry starts and ends.

Final notes:
While we very well may add some of your writing (with your permission) to our official site information as flavour text to add yet more depth to our glorious region and world, Rosalie herself will be hand picking which articles make the cut and fall in line with her vision for the setting and world. In addition, if, as time goes by, you are interested in attempting to publish anything set in Harper's 'verse, that also needs to be approved before you contact publishers etc.


YOU MAY BEGIN WRITING!

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 Posted: Jul 28 2017, 12:40 AM
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He ran down the street, for nobody could save him him now, except for himself. He had almost made his way to the gate of Cape Augustine, the moon mercilessly absent from the night sky. He tripped, got up, continued running. That is, until he heard the eerie laughter. His pace slowed. He fell to his knees, hands folded in silent prayer. However, nothing could save him as darkness enveloped him, and was gone, he along with it. Nothing remained, save the imprints in the dirt where he'd knelt. I, the child in the alley, left. I never came back.

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The Noctowl rushed through sky, the scrolls clutched in her talons. A roar sounded far off but soon the Giratina reared up behind Noctowl a servant to Arceus had arrived. The Noctowl had a mission to complete, it was time for the original scrolls to be revealed. Dawn was approaching when Giratina ground to a halt, the Noctowl having disappeared before its very eyes. Where the Noctowl had gone? Nobody knows, but there are rumors that she returned to the stars, the ancient scrolls still in her possession. The scrolls that were the ancient texts of Arceus himself, the Symbion.

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 Posted: Jul 28 2017, 10:47 AM
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(The site's word counter lists these are 96 and 94 words respectively, but manually counting/Word's word count gives me 100 for both.)

Entry #1
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One rainy night, a traveler came upon a house. The servant refused him until she noticed his beautiful cloak.

"Enter,” she said. “Hand me your wet cloak."

The traveler obliged, and was driven back outside. "Why?"

"Dirtying milord’s floor!"

"I trod no mud." Suddenly the traveler’s boots were clean; the servant’s had somehow tracked mud everywhere.

"Leave! It’s my cloak now!"

“I had no cloak.” It became rags.

The servant cowered, suspecting divine retribution. “Spare this servant!”

"I see no servant."

Seeing mud on the floor, the lord threw the servant outside.

"Alas!" she cried. "Theft is always thrice repaid!"


Entry #2
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To travelers visiting Cape Augustine:

First, there’s interesting weather. You owe it to yourself to witness Murkrow Night, where flocks leave the sky so thoroughly moonless, the Dorani could point up without concern.

Second, you'll connect with locals through a mutual fear of Mismagius.

Last, charity abounds. If you’re wanting for money—or even look the part—law enforcement will happily escort you down Rathbone Road all the way to Cypwater. If you ask nicely, they’ll even send you by ship instead of encouraging you to swim.

I’ve never felt more invited to see any other part of the region!

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 Posted: Jul 30 2017, 03:58 PM
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Entry 1: Raleigh

The bottle is less comfort than his arms around her, but while he sinks to the ocean floor, she must forget that she ever had a sister. A commander explaining away the dead is a poor substitute for the girl she once looked up to, and no amount of honeyed apologies can take away the pain. She will not die like him, no, that would give her sister the victory - but the bottle whispers to her to work against the admiral, and who is she to question the only comfort still there to hold her close at night?

Entry 2: Casper

He feels his eyes closing, the blissful relief of no more agony, and he begs them to open. He cannot lose her, not when they were so close that he lays inches away from her frantically beating wings. Her wings lift her, and for a brief moment he is almost giddy, then he hears them pull her down and his eyelids are too heavy to lift. He imagines her restrained, tortured, broken, and wills himself to lift his broken body off the ground. He breathes his last, but his spirit rises. Masked in shadow, he will never again abandon her.

Entry 3: Caledonia

She was fighting for something, but when the ribboned pokemon gets closer, she cannot remember what. There is just the drive, the urge to continue fighting, but against who? For whom? She is kept apart from the others, just her and Master, his voice reminding her that her place is to obey. She sees the world through the glaze from his eyes and yet she still fights. Once, in the twilight between waking and sleeping, she sees a mop of dirt-brown hair and a ruby-red throat. When Master takes it away, she is almost sad.

Entry 4: Susan

She never minded not having a father. It was more satisfying to imagine him off doing great things than to know he was some simple merchant or beggar. Her mother’s tales are full of his male magic, the suave charm he wove as effortlessly as he breathed. But when she grows, she wishes for a trinket like some people with dead fathers, some symbol that he once loved her. When his son dies unloved, she decides she has no choice but to find him. She will take affection from him, even if he must be dead to give it.

Entry 5: Caroline

Sometimes she speaks her name in the darkness, a small whisper of what she once was that soon disappears much as she did. She had been a shining star to her Trictess, trusted, perhaps even cared for. But then she hid herself behind the mantle of Guardian Atwood, became a lifeline for others and acted so well that sometimes even she forgot her true name. The herdier was her only comfort. She wonders if he was born Dexter, or if beneath the scraggly fur he was Richard or Xerxes. She whispers the names to him. He will not be forgotten.

Entry 6: Echo

Charlie called it squishy, floppy, mushy. When it smiled, he called its grin an ooze. It was squelchy like mud, but never dirty, never sticky or strange. Names were how Charlie loved it, and it loved him back by taking its true form, by getting comfy as limp jelly on his shoulder. But Charlie’s blood was runny and wet before it was forced into a poke ball. When it opened its eyes, the leaves underneath it were crunchy and it despaired of feeling love again. But when Emilie called it pudding, it knew it might one day have a home.

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 Posted: Aug 1 2017, 08:00 AM
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Here are my entries! I had so much fun writing these <3 (I might continue to do some more like this, just for fun, and as a writing exercise. If I do, I'll be most happy to share.) The six separate micro-stories are part of a set. I picked one of our wonderful NPCs as my inspiration, and had fun giving them a bit of love and attention. (Can you guess who it is? =3)

Anyways, hope you enjoy reading these <3.


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Few have properly seen her. Even fewer know who she really is. It could be said that she is a part of the mountains that she roams. The mountains are a part of her. She wants for nothing, other than to be left to the life she has built. Her companions always watch over her. Alone in the wilds - only fools think her an easy target. The mountains are not merciful. It is never mercy that stays her blade. Death does not come easy. It is cold and unforgiving and covers over everything. A blizzard blankets a body beautifully.
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Take heed when he appears. Long have his kind been viewed as doom-bringers. The truth is that his kin come to warn innocents of danger. This is true enough of him. Take caution when he allows himself to be sighted. Disaster is almost upon you when this pale omen makes himself known. Those who flee are wise. Those who view him as a saviour are sorely mistaken. He is a deceiver of the greatest sort. The more perceptive may feel it in the air, tingling their skin. He’ll lead you faithfully, there is no doubt. Into the arms of doom.
(100/100)


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He is old and ancient, unforgiving as the mountain he feels as though he is a part of. There is no affection in him. No warmth. He is cold and hard and unrelenting. The first to come for you when you are led to them. The first to cut off your path if you run. He never harms, violence is not in his nature. But he takes great pride in his handiwork. Oh, how beautiful his ice formations would be, if they did not also serve as deadly, freezing traps. At least death comes for you dressed in pristine majesty.
(100/100)


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She is power and fury. When one of those she considers hers is ever threatened, the enemy meets a grisly end, falling to her mighty tusks. The others are subtle and elusive. She is anything but. Where the others hide, dart out of sight, or obscure themselves, she comes barrelling, bellowing, moving over snow with surprising grace and frightening speed. Just as the icy rivers flow relentlessly, she perseveres and pursues and nothing can stop her. Half-Tusk is spoken of in legend, but none know for sure. Who could meet such a beast and live to tell of her?
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5
Most elusive of all is the giant that is only mentioned of in tremulous whispers. None in the villages nestled in the foothills of the mountains know what it really is. They call it the Ice Monster, the Mountain Beast. Some have claimed to see it, silhouetted against the horizon, standing among the pines on the mountain peaks. They say that when they look back, it is gone, vanished into the howling of oncoming storms. Some who have journeyed into the mountains leave behind scrawled messages that speak of groaning trees and the stirrings of snowstorms. None have ever returned.
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6
She is the one to truly be feared. Carved stones and etched trunks. These serve as signs to her unit of four. They look to her as Hunter and Leader and follow her direction. Beware the creature who shadows you in the woods and hills leading to the foot of the mountains. Do not look, for none who lay their eyes upon her ever leave. Flicker of red feathers, and the sound of scratching claws. These precede the rumble of the earth. The breaking of river ice. The howling of the blizzard you’ll never escape. The Carver of Fate nears.
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Entry #1 - The Ghost Lights of Edgewood:

On unpredictable nights, flickering blue and purple flames of light lure anything living, human or Pokemon, into Edgewood where they are never seen again. Ghost lights, as they are called, only led to something horrible like a cult of mages or just into the depths of the forest. Legend says that anyone that follows a ghost light is never seen again. Their end is always death. The source of the light is said to be Litwick and its evolutions. But no one that has seen what causes the lights lives to tell the tale


Entry #2 - The Legend of the Ghost Trio

The legend of the ghost trio is one that every child knows while most have the tale memorized. Litwick, Phantump and Misdreavus. Where you find one, there others aren’t too far behind. The story of how Litwick lead Tholy and Anny into the forest. The Litwicks’ light separated the siblings. Tholy died wandering lost in the forest. His sister found his body and cried until she herself died. Legend says that Tholy and Anny still haunt the forest as the ghost Phantump and Misdreavus together, following the light of the Litwick.


Entry #3 - The Legend of the Phantump

Phantumps are things of legend around Dedrius. To see one is considered an omen of death for the youngest of the family. The story of Tholy rings in ears of Dedrius residents when they see one. One night, Tholy followed the cursed ghost lights into Edgewood with his sister Anny, against her warning. He ran curiously after the flames and was separated from his sibling deep within the forest.. Lost in the woods, Tholy was preyed upon by the beasts of the night, losing his life. From his body, a Phantump was born so they say.


Entry #4 - The Legend of the Misdreavus

Anny stood at the treeline of Edgewood. Ghost lights flickered before her and her younger brother. Tholy ignored his sister and followed the lights. She called for him to stop and come back, but he was gone. Anny ran after him and got turned around in the woods. In the moonlight, Anny stumbled upon the bloody body of her brother. She broke down in tears, wailing and screaming in the night. That drew the beasts of the forest to her, ending her life in cries. From her cries, a Misdreavus was formed and joined the ghost of her brother.

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Warriors of Harper

    In the year of 415, when the nobility was attempting to regain order to the region, a flyer went up. It read: “Harper Region, send out your best man or woman to Harper’s Pass for them to pass on the greatness of your town.” Eleven men and women arrived, and with the one chosen from the Pass, they formed “Warriors of Harper.” These warriors would travel the region and show their prowess all the while looking for the Mythical Stones. In the years after their passing, they would become known as a folktale for children’s bedtime stories.


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Made an entry. I may write more of them if I come up with some good ideas later

Entry 1:
In a town west of Marchton, right at the break of dawn, a Linoone can sometimes be seen darting at full speed down the main road, hauling a parcel filled to the brim with the finest foodstuffs just stolen from the lord’s manor. Rumors abound about why he does it; some folks even claim he is secretly raising the lord’s bastard son. Whatever his true motives are, watching him elude the guard’s attempts to ambush him never fails to lift the spirits of the villagers, granting them a hearty laugh before the start of a new day of hard work.

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The Mahosi people know not to antagonise a typhlosion. The creature is fearless and obstinate, even the smallest of the species capable of killing a far larger opponent. Many a time has a typhlosion or even a quilava been seen chasing a terrified rapidash after the unfortunate horse trod too close to the burrow. The pyroar that makes the mistake of attempting to eat a quilava will soon find its prey twisting inside its own skin to fiercely attack, often leaving the lion with fatal wounds or cracked bones. This has led to the translated idiom ‘furious as a typhlosion’.

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Entry 1: Lazy Days (100/100)

The smell of the sea, the sound of the waves, and the heat of the sun all envelop the shore where a young pink creature sits lazily atop a barnacle covered stone. His head is perched on his paws as he snores loudly, paying no mind to the water lapping at his tail. A tap, a sting, a sudden pinch, and up wakes the critter. It glances toward its hind quarters and pulls its tail up from the water. Attached is a magikarp, lured by the tail's independent twitching. The creature smiles and pulls in his prey, ready for breakfast.

Entry 2: Iron (98/100)

Heat wafts from the forge, dry and burning. Sweat drips from a woman's brow as she raises her hammer then sends it crashing back down onto the white hot rod of iron placed on her anvil. The hammer blows are rhythmic and mesmerizing, as they push and pull the iron against its will. The metal clinks and clangs, begging not to bend into the shape desired. But, through plenty of effort and time, the iron gives in and the new blade is quenched, causing the woman to smile with pride. A new sword is about to be born.

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Attempt the First - A Mage Guild experimental tunnel beneath the ocean can be unnerving for even the staunchest defenders.

Water was dripping through the seams.

The sound of paws clacked through the tunnel as they stalked, guarding the humans.

Flick to one side, Lope to the other, with Twitch trailing behind. They glanced about, sniffing at the air.

There were several prey about, some in sight and some hidden to all but keen ear. From schools of horned Goldeen to a single massive Tentacruel. Too many to count.

Fierce growls echoed when the tunnel shifted beneath their paws. The entrance was sealed, the ocean just outside.

A shadow passed overhead through the clear material, a hundred hungry eyes.


Attempt the second - No one likes feeling left out.

A warm gathering of friends. Tim, Kim, Dawn, Shaun, Kurt and Todd, and the lanky Ichabod.

Tail a-drip came in Tap the Smeargle, canvas in hand, they all gathered to have their portrait taken. A pleasant birthday occasion.

Flash of tail and splash of paint told the tale until all was said and one. Tim took the picture and could only stare in shock.

Painted on the canvas was the Smeargle, sitting on Ichabod's shoulder among the group of friends.

All glanced about but in vain, for with nary a sound, the true Smeargle was naught to be found.

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AND THAT'S ALL, FOLKS!
Thank you to everyone who participated in our first-ever Drabbles Contest! Rosalie and I had a lot of fun reading through the drabbles. http://files.jcink.net/uploads/harperregion/sprites/emoticons/3.png

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Our First Place Winner was Zealous, with their humorous entry #2 about Cape Augustine!

Our Second Place Winners were Desoto, for her second entry, and Yana!

Our Runner-Ups were Gob and Amakiir!

And, because there were so many good ones this year:
our Honorable Mentions go to TheNamed and Shleby for their entries!

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The winning drabbles can be read in Issue 1 of The Harper's Eye. We'll be distributing prizes shortly. If you won something with choices involved, please PM your choices to Flight!

We hope to see you next year!

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