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« Thread Started on Oct 9, 2004, 1:43pm »		[Quote]
Okay, new rules. Sorry it took so long to change it. Any fiction posted will be judged. And any and all winners will be posted here, not at the homesite. In fact, ther homesite is just an oblivious nothing we made to make ourselves feel more powerful. So, all winners posted there will be transferred here.
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January 2005 Contest Winner (Fiction):

Ice Queen, by Serap

A young woman of nineteen stood on the balcony of a large palace, looking over the large war going on below her. It was a war that had run on for what seemed like forever now, and the enemy side always had a bit of an upper hand on them. The woman sighed in a depressed manner, closing her dark, stormy grey eyes, as a single tear fell from her right eye. When would it ever stop? There had been a little over ten thousand killed in the war, and more were dying every day...


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Re: Fiction
« Reply #2 on May 30, 2005, 8:55pm »		[Quote]
the Coffee House May 2005 Contest Winner (Fiction)

Crimson Rain; Sand Man

Zethren walked casually among the long grass of the spring fields, as he gazed at the clouds passing so freely. Often times he envied the clouds, so carefree, simply drifting through life untouched by war. Zethren had long grown tired of battle. His sword had long since lost the lust for blood it once craved, and it showed in the roughness of the blade. His jet black hair, shoulder length, flowed amongst the breeze. He was sure the war would continue, and never truly end. The third of the Great Wars...
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I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
And my weakness is that I care too much
And the scars remind us that the past is real
I tear my hert open just to feel
-Papa Roach, "Scars"
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