September, 2014... Prognosis. A Writing Contest [2014WC][WINNERS announced}

I have been busy at work on my next entry, and despite all efforts to keep it short I admit to miserable failure in that vein. So it is somewhat long. It might end up being 5 or 6 parts, and I will post the first one today. I hope you all take the time to read and enjoy my yarn. This has been my favourite contest so far.

Unit Two-Four (PT1)

*Pushes glasses up on nose.

Jammies on, cuppa tea in hand, feet tucked up under me on my favourite chair.

Mistress D the Dog, a slightly stupid dog, is snoring by my chair.

Reading all your stories now.

I wanted to add this to the first post on the story but forgot about the four hour limit.

Unit Two-Four (PT2)

If it is possible to add to the first one go ahead. Hope you enjoy.

reply to post by coven83


Why not just copy/paste part two as another post added to the first?

Then I will bin the new thread.

reply to post by masqua


If that is what you would like, I was just concerned that it would be too long and people would lose interest.

Edit: And what of the flags already issued to the new thread? it is a contest and one I would love to win at that.

Originally posted by coven83
If that is what you would like, I was just concerned that it would be too long and people would lose interest.

The readers of the contest entries would notice the new chapter for sure. Many others have used the same method for telling a complicated and long story. Every time you add to it, more comments would discuss new revelations and the thread gets bumped more often, prompting others to read it. Since flags are what wins a story, it makes sense to put all the work into one thread.

What I'm not willing to do is add the flags of one thread to another in order to compile flags because a writer may put in as many entries as they wish into a contest . Some stories may be connected and others not so much. In this case, the theme is obviously connected, but in other's it might be a debatable point. A complication which could cause friction in a competition is something I'd like to avoid if at all possible. The way it stands now, the three threads with the most flags wins.

Edit: And what of the flags already issued to the new thread? it is a contest and one I would love to win at that.

Yes, they're split between two threads now. In the last contest, there also was another who split their story into seperate threads and I did mention that it might not be a good way to win.

Off topic, but does ATS ever do poetry contests? And would it possible to run some smaller contests, say every two weeks? Just wondering.

reply to post by smyleegrl


We've done poetry contests and even ran a concurrent contest a few weeks ago.

There are a number of other moderators involved in the writing forums and they have provided contests recently. Personally, I find it enough to keep up the monthly contests like this one. I enjoy it and hope to continue, but taking on more is too much for me and needs to be provided by other staff. I'd prefer to have the time to read threads in 'the rest of ATS' as well as moderate there.

Similarly titled to another, but mine.

Warning

reply to post by masqua


Gotcha. Thanks for the info!

A Mother's Love

Fair warning. This was incredibly difficult to write and will undoubtedly be disturbing to many.

Here is Part 3 of my story.

Unti Two-Four (PT3)

Direct link to the new post. Enjoy

Originally posted by smyleegrl
A Mother's Love

Fair warning. This was incredibly difficult to write and will undoubtedly be disturbing to many.

You should not have taken it down. The writing that cuts us the deepest is often the best. I personally liked it.

Rock Bottom and Gutted

This one hits home and scares me.

“Praise be to the Lord, the God of Israel,
because he has come to his people and redeemed them."

“Very truly I tell you, no one can see the kingdom of God unless they are born again."

“Understand this, those who forget God, lest you be crushed and there is no one to deliver.”


14[2014WC]

In a small town on a narrow street in front of a house on a bench sits a white-haired old man with a sad face and sad smile thinking while watching some innocent children playing a game about Rome and Romans.
One child embodies Cesar the other is a slave the third is a Roman soldier .. but no one wants to be a senator.

"What became humanity or does not grown into anything because nothing has changed in human behavior."

Is mid-September and still warm maybe like 2000 years ago in a mid september.
His thoughts fly far away.

He imagine back 2000 thousand years ago....in the year 14 AD....

....here on the island of Capri...is time to remember the beautiful days that we had. Though very ill Emperor Augustus still dreams that Rome will remain forever imperial capital.


He remembers Egypt and the good days when he came in power:

The exhausting and continuously journey through desert make the sweat skin of the horses to have a strange glow in the white sun.
Must make camp somewhere soldiers barely move and all need fresh water.
He remembers the words of a slave that the desert is the best friend for an egyptian.
Or rather slave in ancient Egypt with feet making mud bricks from straw or to carve in stone to build pharaohs pyramids than slave in Rome.But even the pharaohs were thought to be eternal than their slaves.

That battle from Actium leaded by his friend Marcus Vipsanius brought him in power.
He became Princeps and his road to Romes throne was assured as the first citizen.

He will never know that the naumachiahe( naval battle ) he gave for his victories will became later the beginning of the end for the roman empire.The feading of the lions with humans begins with two naumachiai at the inauguration of the Colluseum.
Lifting a hand and and descent hand with thumb down decided the fate of people in ancient Rome
as a lifting hand today one vote more or less decide the fate of a nation.
As by the own hand the roman empire has parished.
Slaves worked for Romans as entire nations fell into slavery.
Today whole nations have fallen into slavery in front of empires straw leaders who believe as eternal and smart
as Caesars or Pharoes.In the morning they wake up and look in the mirror and admire themselves or maybe because they were waiting to be admired.The Colluseum and blood thirsty crowds waiting eagerly
for human sacrifice.
Cesar think "what can I give them today. Lions are fed already and there are many slaves" and still sacrifice
must be made!For their power to be eternal ... eternal .. as pharaohs coffins.

Arena is full and the show begins the servants of the emperor fill the gold cup with red wine as the blood that
will be spilled.
Delirious crowd applaud the entry of slaves in the arena in chains powerless and defenseless and which can only pray a prayer that no one can take from them.
The drug of the crowds is their lives hanging in balance in the eyes without sight of beasts without thinking
like today it is the balance of power that is hanging in the hands of modern Pharoes and Cesars to offer
them the modern drug which is'money'to those who stand in their benches of this modern Colluseum.

Pyramids and the Colusseum still exist but they have no purpose than to study or visit,the Colusseum is a ruin
and proof of what is happening today and the fact that everything is the same only the slaves are modern slaves who can not (or are not allowed) to think.

That reoccuring dream obsessively come back to Augustus .This strange city with two palaces very tall,taller than any palace in Rome and those two bright birds flying towards the palaces.
That Old woman that he encountered in his way could she make Spells to him?

Maybe is Rome in the future .... over 2000 years from now, often he asked himself the question how will Rome look over 2000 years.
He must note this dream.Or maybe these are territories full of riches on the north side of who heard talking about but he is too sick to do an expedition.
Yes he must wrote this dream and leave that note as a legacy to those who will come to power maybe over 2000 years from now...

...in a small town on a narrow street in front of a house on a bench where
sits a white-haired old man with a sad face and sad smile thinking while
watching some innocent children playing a game about Rome and Romans.

reply to post by coven83


She didn't take it down, it violated T&Cs and was deleted. Dang, I missed it.

Unfortunately, she got a slap on the wrist. The T&Cs apply to the writing contests as well.

You can't delete anything after the edit window of 1 hour. Keep that in mind.

Watch what you post, stretch if you will, but don't break. ATS is a family friendly site, so the Mods react accordingly.

Originally posted by piequal3because14

“Praise be to the Lord, the God of Israel,
because he has come to his people and redeemed them."

“Very truly I tell you, no one can see the kingdom of God unless they are born again."

“Understand this, those who forget God, lest you be crushed and there is no one to deliver.”


14[2014WC]

In a small town on a narrow street in front of a house on a bench sits a white-haired old man with a sad face and sad smile thinking while watching some innocent children playing a game about Rome and Romans.
One child embodies Cesar the other is a slave the third is a Roman soldier .. but no one wants to be a senator.

"What became humanity or does not grown into anything because nothing has changed in human behavior."

Is mid-September and still warm maybe like 2000 years ago in a mid september.
His thoughts fly far away.

He imagine back 2000 thousand years ago....in the year 14 AD....

....here on the island of Capri...is time to remember the beautiful days that we had. Though very ill Emperor Augustus still dreams that Rome will remain forever imperial capital.


He remembers Egypt and the good days when he came in power:

The exhausting and continuously journey through desert make the sweat skin of the horses to have a strange glow in the white sun.
Must make camp somewhere soldiers barely move and all need fresh water.
He remembers the words of a slave that the desert is the best friend for an egyptian.
Or rather slave in ancient Egypt with feet making mud bricks from straw or to carve in stone to build pharaohs pyramids than slave in Rome.But even the pharaohs were thought to be eternal than their slaves.

That battle from Actium leaded by his friend Marcus Vipsanius brought him in power.
He became Princeps and his road to Romes throne was assured as the first citizen.

He will never know that the naumachiahe( naval battle ) he gave for his victories will became later the beginning of the end for the roman empire.The feading of the lions with humans begins with two naumachiai at the inauguration of the Colluseum.
Lifting a hand and and descent hand with thumb down decided the fate of people in ancient Rome
as a lifting hand today one vote more or less decide the fate of a nation.
As by the own hand the roman empire has parished.
Slaves worked for Romans as entire nations fell into slavery.
Today whole nations have fallen into slavery in front of empires straw leaders who believe as eternal and smart
as Caesars or Pharoes.In the morning they wake up and look in the mirror and admire themselves or maybe because they were waiting to be admired.The Colluseum and blood thirsty crowds waiting eagerly
for human sacrifice.
Cesar think "what can I give them today. Lions are fed already and there are many slaves" and still sacrifice
must be made!For their power to be eternal ... eternal .. as pharaohs coffins.

Arena is full and the show begins the servants of the emperor fill the gold cup with red wine as the blood that
will be spilled.
Delirious crowd applaud the entry of slaves in the arena in chains powerless and defenseless and which can only pray a prayer that no one can take from them.
The drug of the crowds is their lives hanging in balance in the eyes without sight of beasts without thinking
like today it is the balance of power that is hanging in the hands of modern Pharoes and Cesars to offer
them the modern drug which is'money'to those who stand in their benches of this modern Colluseum.

Pyramids and the Colusseum still exist but they have no purpose than to study or visit,the Colusseum is a ruin
and proof of what is happening today and the fact that everything is the same only the slaves are modern slaves who can not (or are not allowed) to think.

That reoccuring dream obsessively come back to Augustus .This strange city with two palaces very tall,taller than any palace in Rome and those two bright birds flying towards the palaces.
That Old woman that he encountered in his way could she make Spells to him?

Maybe is Rome in the future .... over 2000 years from now, often he asked himself the question how will Rome look over 2000 years.
He must note this dream.Or maybe these are territories full of riches on the north side of who heard talking about but he is too sick to do an expedition.
Yes he must wrote this dream and leave that note as a legacy to those who will come to power maybe over 2000 years from now...

...in a small town on a narrow street in front of a house on a bench where
sits a white-haired old man with a sad face and sad smile thinking while
watching some innocent children playing a game about Rome and Romans.

Uhmmmm. Stories don't get posted here. In the upper right corner is the "NEW THREAD" button. Click there to post your story. I'm at a loss for words. Uhmmmm, masqua? Help here?

reply to post by piequal3because14


Hi

I have sent you a private message on "How To Enter a short story new thread"
Good luck and thanks for joining.

Cheers Zazz

reply to post by Druid42


No... actually, she removed the story herself. No slap on the wrist whatsoever.

reply to post by masqua


A u2u cleared that up. It's not like you to remove an entry anyway.

I'll just go and eat a big piece of humble pie now.

Still, wished I could've read it before it went away.