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The Write Off is Coming!

Journal Entry: Sat Jan 19, 2013, 6:31 AM


Well, we teased about it in the Write Off earlier in the week - but here's official confirmation of the details of our next Write Off:

What: WritersInk's Write Off

When: Sunday 27th January at 4pm GMT

Where: WritersInk:'s Chat Channel


Use this handy tool to convert the event to your local time (it's not the clearest tool in the world, but you can click the "change location" link in the right-hand panel to convert to your local time zone).

January's Mystery Guest by writeoffentries
January's Mystery Guest!


For notifications about future Write Off events, plus increasingly frantic reminders before this event starts, we recommend you watch the writeoffentries account. We'll be posting fewer notifications to the main group blog to spare the people who just aren't interested! :grump:

Previous Write Off Winners!

in scratches on cell wallswhen i was small
i thought of the people
fighting for their innocence
but ending up in jail -
now i am thinking,
'this is ironic'
sitting in
solitary confinement and knowing
damn well
that innocence is hardly
a question,
now.
Never Judge a Book by its Odour"I was somewhere along the banks of the Amazon river when I noticed the Stench. It was there that I noticed it, I say, but I'm sure it had been around ever since I disembarked from my balloon. It was a new place, and there were so many interesting new sights, sounds and smells that one presence in particular can sort of pass you by, you know?"
"Why did you notice the Stench just then?" I asked.
"Well, you see, it was the way the trees moved. There was a fair bit of wind, but when the Stench was there they really racketed around. Frankly, I'm surprised I didn't notice it sooner. But I suppose I was distracted. After all, it's not every day you get a chance to document the movements of the Amazonian leaf eel. Unless you're a leaf eel biologist. But if you were, I imagine you'd get a bit sick of it sooner or later. Now where was I...oh yes! The Stench. The Stench was really quite remarkable."
I could imagine so. If it wasn't I would hardly be hearing a story about it.
"Yes. As I say, I ha
BridgeThe woman fell asleep right away, helped by the injection. Katherine watched over her. She was sleeping very deeply, a bit too deep for the purpose. Katherine adjusted her machines, and the woman’s breath became less deep and faster. Yes. She was probably ready.
Katherine sat by the mattress’s end and closed her eyes.
She worked quickly. The webs weren’t too hard to weave, but concentration was heavily needed. She always had to stop herself from giving in the temptation of just appreciating the beautiful hue of the threads, shining in the dark, always slightly different from person to person. She touched them carefully, as if she was afraid to break them, and rearranged them.
The bridge took some time to form, but it gleamed beautifully in the darkness of space. Katherine waited. Soon, the woman’s dreams would begin flowing through it, and reach her.
 
She was a Dream Reader. As the name says, she read dreams. She created the bridge with those tiny thre
from sun to moon to oceanswe spent half the night having
drunken conversations about
the sun and stars and things
we couldn't help
but revolve
around,
the dizzying & blinding nature
of creatures too bold and bright for
cold blue eyes to bear.
yours were empty & though
glasses could be refilled,
it seemed they were never as
bottomless
as they used to be.
we played a drinking game of who can tell the worst story,
of whose hand played in our downfall
of who or what were were truly
drinking for,
the poison of having spent too many years thinking
the world was not ours to conquer,
but the inevitable drop & pull
of gravity
and the weight of things
too heavy
for emptied bottles to hold
GarbageEvery morning, it was the same story. The little boy wandered hopefully into a dark alleyway before the sun even rose and he began to hunt through a dumpster for something to eat. Most of the time, he wasn't caught in the act, but if he happened to be unlucky, an angry man or woman would come out of a nearby abode and begin to scream at him. He didn't know what they were saying, but it was enough to scare him off and make him run away. He never looked back.
It wasn't enough that he had no place to turn to for the night – uniformed men would often force him off a park bench at night or sometimes even patrol his sources of sustenance. But the boy had nowhere to go and nobody wanted to help him. Upon seeing his tattered clothes and smelling the foul odor that wafted from him, no one even wanted to come near. He wandered to the next city, but it was the same story there, too.
He grew to like dumpster diving, though. The garbage potentially yielded a high bounty depending on his luck a


The winner of this Write Off will receive a premium subscription. The length depends on the donations we get to the writeoffentries account! We'll guarantee a one-month, but if we receive 400 points we'll bump it up to a three-month prize.

Never heard of the Write Off? It's a fun, friendly chat game. You find an introduction here, plus full rules here.

We hope to see you there! :la:

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Sleyf Jan 20, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Lol I'm trying desperately to figure out who the mystery guest is! You're so sneaky *monstroooo
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monstroooo Jan 20, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
:mwahaha:
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Meggie272 Jan 19, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Ah, midnight for me :/
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:iconbrokentales:
Caffeine? :coffeecup:
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Meggie272 Jan 20, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Could work. And plus, sleep-deprivation always makes writing that much more interesting...
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:iconbrokentales:
Difficult to read in morning, however. At least in my experience anyway.
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Meggie272 Jan 23, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Difficult to read without a bit of cringing, that's for sure...
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BlakeCurran Jan 19, 2013  Student Writer
It starts at 3AM on a Monday morning...dang. There's no way I'll be getting up that early to do it: (1) I'll be tired, (2) the internet connection is in a place where I'd wake up everyone if I was thumping away at the keyboard. Oh wells...
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:iconbrokentales:
Hopefully the next one will be at a more convenient time. :)
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BlakeCurran Jan 20, 2013  Student Writer
Fingers crossed, eh?
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