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So more real word stories that continue for multiple chapters? COUP! COUP! COUP!

I hope you liked it all the same :P

All of the others are in the AWS, I'd highly recommend that you read them from the beginning, since they're all as good as this.

That goes to a different Google Form for which we are not responsible as it is not on the Forum kthxbai.

It goes to a Google Doc. There was another link hovering around, but I deleted it because it might cause trouble for us later on.

Approved. Lovely, as usual. I'm liking the character development!

Approved. -Grammar corrections. -Slight rephrasing in places.

Approved. The stories language and general writing was good, but it seemed a bit pointless to me.

Approved. -Extensive grammar corrections. -Rephrased a few sentences for clarity.

Pure My happiness. You go through life without a care in the world. You treat everything like a game, each day slipping past you like a glistening gold pearl on a thread. If you distilled your essence, your spirit, you’d become more potent a drink than any mere mortal could hope to brew. You can illuminate an entire day with your presence, without even needing to say a word. For you, sadness is not something to even consider. It is beneath you. Fundamentally, it isn’t even a part of you. My spirit. How do you manage it? Surely there must be something behind that facade, that glossy veneer of sheer, pure, unadulterated joy. Are you just a good actor, perhaps the best the world has ever seen? Impossible. You never have a bad moment, one in which you’re anything less than what you seem to be. None can doubt you, none may doubt you. You’re beyond that, beyond such crass questions. My soul. Sometimes I begin to wonder whether you even exist. You have an ethereal quality to you, as if the rules and dullness and boredom of life itself don’t apply to you. Are you just a vision? The goal of all things, something to show us all what we could be? Something to keep us all hoping, hoping for deliverance, hoping for just a little of you. Are you just the greatest advertisement that I’ve ever seen, a marketers dream, the product that you not only want but need, physically, mentally, absolutely need? My everything. You left before you answered any of my questions. Left us all, gone in a flash of blades and blood and quiet nights huddled in a heap on the floor. You weren’t the ultimate advertisement, then. You were the ultimate trap. Enticing, enchanting, enveloping. But you destroyed yourself in the process. Was that your goal from the start? To make us all believe that you were the ultimate, and then show us that the brightest stars are the ones that burn out first? You were glorious in life. You were the greatest. And now that you’re gone, the world does not know what to work towards. Myself. I will do it. I will become what I wanted to be, what I desired more than anything else. I will be the golden child of all those who dream, the one for whom life is just a game to play safe in the knowledge that no harm can come to me. Perhaps that’s why you left so soon. The prospect of being harmed is what makes us want to survive, after all. I will become you, and I will end the way that you ended. But it’s better than being out here, wondering what it’s like to be you.

“Doesn’t it make you mad sometimes, the way people act like the world is going to end whenever it gets dark? I mean, look up from your damn screens for once people, there are enough things to do out here after sunset to occupy a frickin’ teenager!” “It’s biological. They say that it’s carried on from when we hid in caves and saber-toothed tigers used to jump out and eat us for dinner.” “Well, there aren’t any bloody tigers around now, are there? I don’t get it!” I tilt my head back and laugh into the velvety blackness surrounding me, the noise mixing with the rush of the wind that takes my hair in its embrace and sends it spiraling out behind me. The tarmac ahead of me is the only thing not covered in darkness, being illuminated by the two twin lights clipped onto our handlebars. The volume of the indignant voice drops a little as we take a sharp curve in the road, brake pads lightly kissing the rims of our wheels as we slow down, and then grows louder as the owner of the voice lines herself up next to me. “Anyway, it’s not like they do anything in the day either, is it? Actually, I suppose you can hardly expect them to do anything apart from turn on the lights to scare off the big scary monsters hiding under their beds.” My laughter subsides into a smile that stays with me, since I have no need to make any further comments. These rants happen every now and then, and I’ve learnt that the best way to avoid them is to simply let the words wash over me and wait for the energy for the monologue to wear itself out, at which point I can tactfully and subtly change the topic. “So where are we planning to end up today anyway?”, I ask eventually once silence has once again asserted itself over us. “Probably Turn 32, past that place that sells the giant sombreros. Should be a nice view out there today, it’s not too cloudy”, she replies. I know the place. It’s a little gravel runoff area just on the side of the winding, hilly road that we’re on now. Someone at some point of time had the bright idea (probably born of one bottle too many) to chuck a bunch of flower seeds over the side of the drop there, so now every summer there’s a veritable bower of flowers clinging to the side of the rise and waving in the breeze. Since it’s not even properly warm yet, there won’t be any flowers there just yet, but the place is a nice vantage point from which to view the valley that we just climbed up from. Our light beams cut across the tarmac as we move across from our lane and the sound of gravel crunching beneath our tires lets us know that it’s time to dismount or run the risk of shredded tires. We lean our bikes against a convenient rock sticking out of the ground, which also serves double duty as our seat. The lights still clipped to the handlebars illuminate the ground directly around us, and possibly the greatest wonder of the night. “It’s a rose! Out here, in the freezing cold!” A peal of laughter mixes with the night air as she leans down to get a closer look at the flower, her hair liberated from the clutches of her helmet and flickering around her face in the breeze floating across the valley. And suddenly, I know for sure what the greatest wonder of the night is. It’s her. My rose in the darkness.

Approved. -Spaced everything. -Adjusted the font size and colour. My advice; be a little bit more specific when you're describing fictional stuff like this, since otherwise it just seems fake. Also, maybe come up with a more engaging title? Interesting plot, I'd like to see where it goes from here.

Same here, but an easy way to add a little spice to the start is to use a nice font and create a title image, like this for example. You'll need a different font obviously, but the general idea is the same.

Love it, love it, love it. The fact that it doesn't have any specific plot other than the moment that is presented makes it excellent as a standalone piece as well. May I suggest that you use a header or title image for your next article? These definitely deserve some sort of opening presentation.

Send it to @Destrod or @Marc, but it would be wise to tag both of them in your message. Do not PM me or @Blackdrakon30 with your entries.

My "thing" did not die out, it merely ran for the amount of time allocated to it and then ended, as was announced along with the final results. I decided based on that experience that I did not have the time to run it smoothly and as envisioned, so I handed over the controls to @Destrod so that the AW will continue to have a writing Tournament. I believe that he and the rest of the team are capable of running this show themselves, so please withhold your insults and comments and give them a chance to prove themselves.

Approved. -Highlighted the title. It's always a pleasure to approve a piece that doesn't need any edits. Well done!

"Hello? Yes, I'd like to order more of these. Yes, lots more. How soon? As soon as you can, but quality over quantity please. Thanks, bye."

HA SEE FLEX I TOLD YOU THEY LIKE THESE I mean, time to get writing again then, eh?

Would you guys like to see stories like this in the newspaper?

:ph34r: #ThugLyfe Thanks m8

Constellations “I never did get why they called it Great Bear. I mean c’mon, it looks nothing like a bear!” “Is it really all that hard to...bear?” “Oh jeez, that was bad.” I laugh, stretching out on the checked blanket spread out beneath us on the grass. She’s smiling too, I can tell. “Seriously though, why do they call it a bear?” “It’s ‘cos you’re supposed to imagine that there’s a bear outlined there. See, if you really think about it, the one at the tip is a nose, and that one there at the end is that little bobtail thing that bears have.” “So what do people with no imagination do?” “The question doesn’t arise, because they wouldn’t drive all the way out here and lie down on a blanket in the middle of the night and catch pneumonia just to stare at a bunch of stars.” “Well, sucks to be them. Screw you, unimaginative people!”, she yells, waving a fist in the general direction of the distant glow of the city. “You do realize they can’t hear you, right?” “But it feels so good…” This time it’s both of us laughing, shuddering together under the night sky. We keep going for a while, helped no doubt by the two empty bottles of cider next to us. Non alcoholic, but with a fizz to die for. The laughter eventually tails off into comfortable silence, broken by the occasional recurring giggle as we stare up into the great canopy of the night sky. “What’re we going to do tomorrow though?” “The usual? Wake up at seven, go do outdoorsy stuff, eat, laze about for the rest of the day, and then go home and fall asleep while the Monday morning blues set in?” “I s’pose...or we could be interesting for once and go help with the kids at the library.” “Oooh yeah, I bought those books for them and all, we can go pretend we planned it!” “Please. They know us. Never in a million years would they believe that we planned something.” She looks over at me, the beginning of a smile curling up one side of her lips. “Have we hit that part of our lives where people know how we tag-team at being dysfunctional?”, she asks, her eyes growing innocently wider. “Why, I think we have.” “YES!” She’s waving her arms around above her in a sort of horizontal victory celebration, making various celebratory noises at the same time. She sees my expression and starts laughing helplessly, still waving her arms around, and I can’t help but join in again. When we finally stop again, her hand finds mine in the darkness, and I take it, both of us squeezing gently at the same time. I look over at her, and she looks over at me. And all the stars in the sky couldn’t make a better constellation than she does, lying next to me in the darkness.

It's not funny if you explain it!

I came here to approve articles and leave likes. And my mults-in-arms colleagues have approved everything, so guess what? Loved it. The anticipation for the next chapter is real.