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#26
23rd Jun 2014 at 8:00 AM
Posts: 293
@kileta: Well, there's nothing like making some noise with a good story!
@Mr_Valentine90: Here's hoping your imagination kicks into high gear tonight!
For everyone who's working hard typing words and taking pictures, trying to come up with an idea... hope you were able to get what you wanted done this weekend. Don't worry, even if you haven't started or decided if you want to do this contest or not, you have plenty of time to finish.
Memory Games A Sims 3 Thriller Mystery
@Mr_Valentine90: Here's hoping your imagination kicks into high gear tonight!
For everyone who's working hard typing words and taking pictures, trying to come up with an idea... hope you were able to get what you wanted done this weekend. Don't worry, even if you haven't started or decided if you want to do this contest or not, you have plenty of time to finish.
Memory Games A Sims 3 Thriller Mystery
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#27
23rd Jun 2014 at 9:14 PM
Posts: 577
Round 1 Entry
Story Title: Les Secrets De La Nuit (Secrets of the night)Genre: Horror
Synopsis: In the small Louisiana town of Deveraux, life is not always what it seems. At night, strange things have been known to happen and many fingers point to the town’s voodoo lady. Some say she is insane, some say she is wise. But one things for sure, they can all agree she is the true definition of evil.
Recently divorced Clara moved here for a fresh start, but her need for revenge will cause her bigger problems than she can handle, will she be able to reverse the damage she's caused in time or will black magic suffocate the bayou once and for all?.....
Requirement: “All happy families are alike; each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.” (Romance)
Bonus: no bonus
Word/Picture Count: 20 pictures 2,000 words
Les Secrets De La Nuit
Chapter 1
Clara and Thierry Cedric sat one Sunday afternoon eating their lunch. Thierry only wanted to finish his pimento cheese sandwich and go watch ESPN. Clara, on the other hand, had something that sat heavily on her heart since she heard the news Thursday morning. She cleared her throat.
“Are we ever going to talk about this?” she asked
Thierry sighed. Of course, he wasn’t able to enjoy a simple meal in this house. He swallowed his food, and stared at his wife.
“Okay Clara, I give up. You wanna talk about it? Talk. Because I sure as hell don’t have anything to add to this discussion.”
“Thierry, please. Why can’t we handle this like adults? You’re acting very immature.”
“Oh that’s just classic Clara. I’m being immature ? What do you want me to say? Hmm? I’ve made a mistake, I’m not proud of it. But, that’s just reality. I’m only human. And about the divorce, we both wanted it so now you've changed your mind? Well mines hasn’t changed sweetheart.”
Clara stood up. She took a deep breath and stared at the stranger across her. Her husband of 5 years, boyfriend of 4. The reason she no longer sleeps at night. The reason she keeps a pack of Marlboros in her purse. She looked at him. The man of her dreams was gone and in his place was a careless and selfish individual who stomped on her heart with size 10 boots.
“Enough…” Clara began
“Enough what? Putain! I can’t even digest my meal, here you are bringing up old stuff again!” Thierry stood and faced Clara.
“You’re really going to act like nothing is wrong? Are you serious? You…you have betrayed me in the worst possible way!” she began to break down, “How could you? How…how could you do this to me? Why? Answer me why damn it!” she cried.
Thierry stood silently for a moment. Honestly he was not ashamed of what he did, but he wasn’t too proud. He hadn’t planned for Aya to get pregnant, but at the same time after 3 years and countless failed ivf treatments with Clara he was just glad to be a dad.
“I’ve told you this already a thousand times. It’s over now. I love you, but I’m not in love with you anymore! You said you wanted a divorce.”
"I said that because I was hurt! I just… I don’t have the strength to watch you raise another woman’s child when you know how hard I’ve tried for you!”
“This conversation is over now. Just sign the papers, we can go into town tomorrow and by noon, we won’t have to deal with each other anymore.”
~~~~~~~~~
Clara sat by the pool trying to clear her mind. I never thought I’d end up here in Deveraux, living with mom. She felt the cool breeze blow through the yard, it was February now, and 8 months have gone by since the divorce. Everything was in Thierry’s name so she got nothing except a bus ticket to her mom’s house and the clothes on her back. These past few months she has been depressed, but mostly angry. Thierry married Aya already, and their baby was due soon. Clara was thrown away like trash, like she was nothing. Replaced.
“C’mon now, get up girl! I brought you some fresh coffee. Stop sulking around here and thank the lord for the beautiful day he has given us.” Mama Julie said
“Mom,” Clara started “I’m trying…you know that. It’s not easy, for me.”
“Hell it wasn’t easy with your daddy you know? But I did what I had to do, I moved out of Belledona, bought me this little old house and I’m moving forward.”
“You and Dad were different. Me and Thierry are… were complicated. I just never thought it would be end like this, we were so happy, and then….” she sighed
“Me and your father weren’t always peachy keen honey. Can’t say I know what you’re going through right now, but I know how it feels to have your heart broken honey. You know, all happy families are alike, each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.” Mama Julie said.
She wanted the best for her daughter and only child. She didn’t want her lovely daughter crying over that French jerk Thierry. Clara was 25 moping around like a bitter 49 year old woman, and that aint right.
“What you need to do is go out and socialize a bit more. Make yourself happy honey. Mardis Gras is happening now and here you are wastin away.”
“I do socialize, I hang out with Bo and Tyler.”
“Bo? Humph! That fella is a little off don’t you think? And well, as for the Kendrick’s boy he’s not half bad. I’m almost certain he likes you. A young handsome guy like that is surely looking for a nice wife…”
“Oh Ma stop it! I’m not looking for love. And it sure won’t be some bayou redneck. I’m not even sure why you moved down here!” she said swatting a mosquito away.
Just then, Tyler Kendrick was walking up the sidewalk.
“Bayou redneck? Who yall talking about? Anyone I know?” Tyler said jokingly
Clara’s face grew hot, she wondered how much of their conversation he heard. Mama Julie smiled, and excused herself saying she had biscuits in the oven to check on. Tyler came near the pool and he stood next to Clara. She could tell he was acting a little unusual, which made her worry even more about what he had heard.
“Hey Tyler, what brings you over here?”
She looked at Tyler, he smiled a little. She had to admit, he was absolutely gorgeous, almost irresistible with his blond hair and hazel eyes. Embarrassed at her thoughts she tried to push them away. Ma this is all your fault!
“Well, I’m sure you’ve heard the big parade downtown and all the talk about the Mardi Gras festival. I’m heading to a club on Main St, I figured maybe you would like to come with. You know, get outta the house a bit.”
“You want me to go with you?” Clara asked surprised. Sure they were friends but she never went into town with neither him or Bo. She thought about what her mom had said. Maybe it was time to let forget Thierry and live a little.
“Yeah, that’s what I just said silly girl! Bo’s gotta hot date with some new girl so he aint coming, but don’t worry well have fun.”
“Ok, ok why don’t you just beg me already? Sheesh.” Clara laughed and it felt good to be happy.
~~~~~~~~~~~
Later on that night, Clara and Tyler arrive at Klub Bizoo one of the hottest clubs in town. At first Clara was feeling shy, and awkward. It has been a while since she went out dancing and having drinks. She was also concerned when she could not stop having thoughts about her and Tyler. He was looking pretty hot. After a few drinks, they hit the dance floor. Time flew by quickly, since they were having such a good time. When it got late the bartender yelled “Last Call!” and the DJ played a slow song, signaling that the club was closing soon.
Tyler held Clara close to him. She smelled his cologne and it drove her wild. Either that or the booze, whichever it was, made Clara kiss Tyler. He kissed her back hard. It felt as if time stood still. Then they finally broke away.
“Clara,” Tyler said “come home with me tonight please. I don’t want to leave you just yet.”
Right now Clara wanted nothing more.Once outside, they laughed and strutted down the sidewalk feeling tipsy
As they reach closer to Tyler’s house Clara was spinning around giggling when she bumped into an old woman on the sidewalk. She fell and landed on her knees..
“Oomph!”
“Ohmygosh! I’m sorry are you okay? I’m so so so sorry!” Clara panicked
“No worries dearie. I’m alright, Just give me a hand.” The woman said
Tyler came rushing to her side as Clara lifted the woman on her feet. The moment she touched her hand she felt an unusual amount of heat, so much she jumped back. She didn’t feel so drunk right now. The woman looked at her strangely with gazing eyes.
“My name is Madame Monet, It would be rude if I did not introduce myself. Thank you for helping me…and your name is?”
“Uh, um. This is Tyler, and I’m Clara um…Clara Cedric.”
She felt strange saying that, as if she was still married. Thoughts of Thierry rushed in, she felt the anger rise in her but she also felt slight amount of guilt for being out with Tyler and that angered her even more.
“Are you all right dear? I sense anger in you.”
“Come on Clara, this lady is crazy.” Tyler snorted
Clara looked at him and turned to Madame Monet. “How do you know I’m angry?” she asked wearily
“Dear child, I’m a psychic and magic worker. I am a very powerful woman, I can sense your energy from here…I forgive you for bumping into me, and in return I can help you with your hearts desires. It would be a shame for a pretty girl to walk around with such pain.”
“I’m sorry I’m Catholic, were not allowed to do that kind of stuff.” Clara looks nervously around.
“I can sense your hatred for a certain couple. They’ve hurt you badly, and you are not at peace because of it. Now I do not promote revenge…but I believe in righting wrongs. I can help you. Let me help you.”
“Let’s go Clara.” Said Tyler slightly annoyed.
Madame Monet gave Clara a hug. “If you change your mind, noon, 312 Noir Blvd, the pink house you cannot miss it. Enjoy your evening, I sense you’re in for a lovely surprise.”
Feeling confused and anxious, Clara walked into Tyler’s house. More and more she felt less buzzed and more she wondered what was she getting herself into as she walked into his house. But all her nervousness soon disapeared.
One look at Tyler and her heart pounded against her chest. He was just what she needed to calm her nerves. He led her to his room upstairs. His kiss was almost magical.
He made her feel alive like a woman again.
~~~~~~~~~~~
The next morning the sun rose over the dixie. Clara sat beside a sleeping Tyler. Her head pounded and her heart ached. This lady claims to help her get over Thierry with payback so she can move on from the pain. And what about Aya? The tramp responsible for her divorce? But the pregnant tramp Clara…
She got up and went in the bathroom. She looked like hell. She hopped into the bath.
“Oh lord Why am I so confused?” she asked. “What should I do…”
She had doubts, but she was going to see Madame Monet so she got dressed. This was her only choice, the hurt suffocated her thoughts and actions.
Clara didn’t notice Tyler woke up and made Poptarts.
“Morning darling, you hungry?” He smiled.
“Morning Tyler, Um actually I have a meeting this morning. I’m sorry I really am.”
“I hope this isn't about Madame Monet…” Tyler sighed
“What? No Tyler. I promise it’s something else.”
“I’m not sure I believe you. Stay away from her; she’s no ordinary senior citizen.”
Tyler sat down and Clara joined.
Tyler sighed “She’s deep into dark magic. Used to own a shop till her ex-husband burned alive in it. Some say she has plant people who kill people in the alley. And she does voodoo rituals in the cemetery. She’s screwed up many people’s lives round here, Voodoo does backfire…”
“Alright I won’t Tyler, now come kiss me goodbye bayou boy. I gotta go or I’m gonna be late.” Clara said before she left
Fin
Clara and Thierry Cedric sat one Sunday afternoon eating their lunch. Thierry only wanted to finish his pimento cheese sandwich and go watch ESPN. Clara, on the other hand, had something that sat heavily on her heart since she heard the news Thursday morning. She cleared her throat.
“Are we ever going to talk about this?” she asked
Thierry sighed. Of course, he wasn’t able to enjoy a simple meal in this house. He swallowed his food, and stared at his wife.
“Okay Clara, I give up. You wanna talk about it? Talk. Because I sure as hell don’t have anything to add to this discussion.”
“Thierry, please. Why can’t we handle this like adults? You’re acting very immature.”
“Oh that’s just classic Clara. I’m being immature ? What do you want me to say? Hmm? I’ve made a mistake, I’m not proud of it. But, that’s just reality. I’m only human. And about the divorce, we both wanted it so now you've changed your mind? Well mines hasn’t changed sweetheart.”
Clara stood up. She took a deep breath and stared at the stranger across her. Her husband of 5 years, boyfriend of 4. The reason she no longer sleeps at night. The reason she keeps a pack of Marlboros in her purse. She looked at him. The man of her dreams was gone and in his place was a careless and selfish individual who stomped on her heart with size 10 boots.
“Enough…” Clara began
“Enough what? Putain! I can’t even digest my meal, here you are bringing up old stuff again!” Thierry stood and faced Clara.
“You’re really going to act like nothing is wrong? Are you serious? You…you have betrayed me in the worst possible way!” she began to break down, “How could you? How…how could you do this to me? Why? Answer me why damn it!” she cried.
Thierry stood silently for a moment. Honestly he was not ashamed of what he did, but he wasn’t too proud. He hadn’t planned for Aya to get pregnant, but at the same time after 3 years and countless failed ivf treatments with Clara he was just glad to be a dad.
“I’ve told you this already a thousand times. It’s over now. I love you, but I’m not in love with you anymore! You said you wanted a divorce.”
"I said that because I was hurt! I just… I don’t have the strength to watch you raise another woman’s child when you know how hard I’ve tried for you!”
“This conversation is over now. Just sign the papers, we can go into town tomorrow and by noon, we won’t have to deal with each other anymore.”
~~~~~~~~~
Clara sat by the pool trying to clear her mind. I never thought I’d end up here in Deveraux, living with mom. She felt the cool breeze blow through the yard, it was February now, and 8 months have gone by since the divorce. Everything was in Thierry’s name so she got nothing except a bus ticket to her mom’s house and the clothes on her back. These past few months she has been depressed, but mostly angry. Thierry married Aya already, and their baby was due soon. Clara was thrown away like trash, like she was nothing. Replaced.
“C’mon now, get up girl! I brought you some fresh coffee. Stop sulking around here and thank the lord for the beautiful day he has given us.” Mama Julie said
“Mom,” Clara started “I’m trying…you know that. It’s not easy, for me.”
“Hell it wasn’t easy with your daddy you know? But I did what I had to do, I moved out of Belledona, bought me this little old house and I’m moving forward.”
“You and Dad were different. Me and Thierry are… were complicated. I just never thought it would be end like this, we were so happy, and then….” she sighed
“Me and your father weren’t always peachy keen honey. Can’t say I know what you’re going through right now, but I know how it feels to have your heart broken honey. You know, all happy families are alike, each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.” Mama Julie said.
She wanted the best for her daughter and only child. She didn’t want her lovely daughter crying over that French jerk Thierry. Clara was 25 moping around like a bitter 49 year old woman, and that aint right.
“What you need to do is go out and socialize a bit more. Make yourself happy honey. Mardis Gras is happening now and here you are wastin away.”
“I do socialize, I hang out with Bo and Tyler.”
“Bo? Humph! That fella is a little off don’t you think? And well, as for the Kendrick’s boy he’s not half bad. I’m almost certain he likes you. A young handsome guy like that is surely looking for a nice wife…”
“Oh Ma stop it! I’m not looking for love. And it sure won’t be some bayou redneck. I’m not even sure why you moved down here!” she said swatting a mosquito away.
Just then, Tyler Kendrick was walking up the sidewalk.
“Bayou redneck? Who yall talking about? Anyone I know?” Tyler said jokingly
Clara’s face grew hot, she wondered how much of their conversation he heard. Mama Julie smiled, and excused herself saying she had biscuits in the oven to check on. Tyler came near the pool and he stood next to Clara. She could tell he was acting a little unusual, which made her worry even more about what he had heard.
“Hey Tyler, what brings you over here?”
She looked at Tyler, he smiled a little. She had to admit, he was absolutely gorgeous, almost irresistible with his blond hair and hazel eyes. Embarrassed at her thoughts she tried to push them away. Ma this is all your fault!
“Well, I’m sure you’ve heard the big parade downtown and all the talk about the Mardi Gras festival. I’m heading to a club on Main St, I figured maybe you would like to come with. You know, get outta the house a bit.”
“You want me to go with you?” Clara asked surprised. Sure they were friends but she never went into town with neither him or Bo. She thought about what her mom had said. Maybe it was time to let forget Thierry and live a little.
“Yeah, that’s what I just said silly girl! Bo’s gotta hot date with some new girl so he aint coming, but don’t worry well have fun.”
“Ok, ok why don’t you just beg me already? Sheesh.” Clara laughed and it felt good to be happy.
~~~~~~~~~~~
Later on that night, Clara and Tyler arrive at Klub Bizoo one of the hottest clubs in town. At first Clara was feeling shy, and awkward. It has been a while since she went out dancing and having drinks. She was also concerned when she could not stop having thoughts about her and Tyler. He was looking pretty hot. After a few drinks, they hit the dance floor. Time flew by quickly, since they were having such a good time. When it got late the bartender yelled “Last Call!” and the DJ played a slow song, signaling that the club was closing soon.
Tyler held Clara close to him. She smelled his cologne and it drove her wild. Either that or the booze, whichever it was, made Clara kiss Tyler. He kissed her back hard. It felt as if time stood still. Then they finally broke away.
“Clara,” Tyler said “come home with me tonight please. I don’t want to leave you just yet.”
Right now Clara wanted nothing more.Once outside, they laughed and strutted down the sidewalk feeling tipsy
As they reach closer to Tyler’s house Clara was spinning around giggling when she bumped into an old woman on the sidewalk. She fell and landed on her knees..
“Oomph!”
“Ohmygosh! I’m sorry are you okay? I’m so so so sorry!” Clara panicked
“No worries dearie. I’m alright, Just give me a hand.” The woman said
Tyler came rushing to her side as Clara lifted the woman on her feet. The moment she touched her hand she felt an unusual amount of heat, so much she jumped back. She didn’t feel so drunk right now. The woman looked at her strangely with gazing eyes.
“My name is Madame Monet, It would be rude if I did not introduce myself. Thank you for helping me…and your name is?”
“Uh, um. This is Tyler, and I’m Clara um…Clara Cedric.”
She felt strange saying that, as if she was still married. Thoughts of Thierry rushed in, she felt the anger rise in her but she also felt slight amount of guilt for being out with Tyler and that angered her even more.
“Are you all right dear? I sense anger in you.”
“Come on Clara, this lady is crazy.” Tyler snorted
Clara looked at him and turned to Madame Monet. “How do you know I’m angry?” she asked wearily
“Dear child, I’m a psychic and magic worker. I am a very powerful woman, I can sense your energy from here…I forgive you for bumping into me, and in return I can help you with your hearts desires. It would be a shame for a pretty girl to walk around with such pain.”
“I’m sorry I’m Catholic, were not allowed to do that kind of stuff.” Clara looks nervously around.
“I can sense your hatred for a certain couple. They’ve hurt you badly, and you are not at peace because of it. Now I do not promote revenge…but I believe in righting wrongs. I can help you. Let me help you.”
“Let’s go Clara.” Said Tyler slightly annoyed.
Madame Monet gave Clara a hug. “If you change your mind, noon, 312 Noir Blvd, the pink house you cannot miss it. Enjoy your evening, I sense you’re in for a lovely surprise.”
Feeling confused and anxious, Clara walked into Tyler’s house. More and more she felt less buzzed and more she wondered what was she getting herself into as she walked into his house. But all her nervousness soon disapeared.
One look at Tyler and her heart pounded against her chest. He was just what she needed to calm her nerves. He led her to his room upstairs. His kiss was almost magical.
He made her feel alive like a woman again.
~~~~~~~~~~~
The next morning the sun rose over the dixie. Clara sat beside a sleeping Tyler. Her head pounded and her heart ached. This lady claims to help her get over Thierry with payback so she can move on from the pain. And what about Aya? The tramp responsible for her divorce? But the pregnant tramp Clara…
She got up and went in the bathroom. She looked like hell. She hopped into the bath.
“Oh lord Why am I so confused?” she asked. “What should I do…”
She had doubts, but she was going to see Madame Monet so she got dressed. This was her only choice, the hurt suffocated her thoughts and actions.
Clara didn’t notice Tyler woke up and made Poptarts.
“Morning darling, you hungry?” He smiled.
“Morning Tyler, Um actually I have a meeting this morning. I’m sorry I really am.”
“I hope this isn't about Madame Monet…” Tyler sighed
“What? No Tyler. I promise it’s something else.”
“I’m not sure I believe you. Stay away from her; she’s no ordinary senior citizen.”
Tyler sat down and Clara joined.
Tyler sighed “She’s deep into dark magic. Used to own a shop till her ex-husband burned alive in it. Some say she has plant people who kill people in the alley. And she does voodoo rituals in the cemetery. She’s screwed up many people’s lives round here, Voodoo does backfire…”
“Alright I won’t Tyler, now come kiss me goodbye bayou boy. I gotta go or I’m gonna be late.” Clara said before she left
Fin
The first chapter or part was about introducing the main character Clara and her life to this point. At first I wrote a 5 page front to back first draft only to discover that 2,000 words only cover half of page 1! LoL So in general minus the requirements for each round that we have to include, I have the whole plot of the story figured out. Yes this is a horror, chapter 1 may seem like more "romancey" but all the events have a significant role in the chapters ahead when the real action takes place! There wont be time for romantic segments in the future. I wrote everything a few days ago, and I used alot of awesome cc, & thanks to everyone but especially @Cleos who made Clara's dress, for me a few weeks ago by request :lovestruc :: Im finally ready to turn this in, it is now 4pm so 24hrs with no ZZzzzz im ready for a nap!! Hope you guys like it!!
Peace, Harmony & Balance... Libra is Love..
#28
23rd Jun 2014 at 10:06 PM
Posts: 655
I have a question, about the quotes that we must use. Are we allowed to break them up with description (keeping it as one sentence), or must they be inserted as they appear as one whole?
#29
24th Jun 2014 at 4:02 AM
Posts: 293
Quote: Originally posted by Mr_Valentine90
I have a question, about the quotes that we must use. Are we allowed to break them up with description (keeping it as one sentence), or must they be inserted as they appear as one whole? |
Quotes should be kept together as they appear. You would lose a point or two for breaking it up, but still keep some points for having it and--assuming we're only talking about a couple added words--doing it well. So, you'll have to weigh your options.
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#30
24th Jun 2014 at 4:36 AM
Last edited by Qnshr5 : 24th Jun 2014 at 8:19 PM.
Posts: 293
Sorry I'm just now getting back. Got together with my sister and debated whether War of the Worlds with Tom Cruise was a good movie or not. After that, I completely forgot to check the contest until now!
Congratulations to frenchyxo22 for being the first entry! Hurray!
If anyone is still confused on what the entry looks like or how to submit, look three posts up for an example! Also, if you do edit your entry after posting, don't forget to update your word/pic count if you add or subtract from them.
Finally, still need judges/emergency judge. The main thing I'm looking for are people who are writers or readers and who feel comfortable giving constructive criticism, feedback and encouragement to contestants. This isn't a requirement, though (the part about writing/reading). I will help any judge who needs clarification/understanding. So, if you qualify per MTS contest rules (been a member for at least 1 month, have 20 posts, committed to seeing the contest though, judging promptly & fairly) and are interested, let me know either in a post or by private messaging me. I'll send you PM to get any needed details. This means if you've already inquired about being a judge, check your inbox! Then reply to me so I know if you're still interested or not. I PM because not everyone is comfortable with the whole forum knowing their business. Alright. I'll be traveling all morning tomorrow and won't check back here until the afternoon. That is all. G'night! G'morning!
Memory Games A Sims 3 Thriller Mystery
Congratulations to frenchyxo22 for being the first entry! Hurray!
If anyone is still confused on what the entry looks like or how to submit, look three posts up for an example! Also, if you do edit your entry after posting, don't forget to update your word/pic count if you add or subtract from them.
Finally, still need judges/emergency judge. The main thing I'm looking for are people who are writers or readers and who feel comfortable giving constructive criticism, feedback and encouragement to contestants. This isn't a requirement, though (the part about writing/reading). I will help any judge who needs clarification/understanding. So, if you qualify per MTS contest rules (been a member for at least 1 month, have 20 posts, committed to seeing the contest though, judging promptly & fairly) and are interested, let me know either in a post or by private messaging me. I'll send you PM to get any needed details. This means if you've already inquired about being a judge, check your inbox! Then reply to me so I know if you're still interested or not. I PM because not everyone is comfortable with the whole forum knowing their business. Alright. I'll be traveling all morning tomorrow and won't check back here until the afternoon. That is all. G'night! G'morning!
Memory Games A Sims 3 Thriller Mystery
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#31
24th Jun 2014 at 7:29 AM
Last edited by callissialim : 24th Jun 2014 at 8:02 AM.
Posts: 50
I'll try my hand at romance, one question, is a mild gay relationship allowed? I'm horrible at straight romances. It always ends up cheesy and tacky. But gay romances I can do slightly better. LOL. I'm new here so I don't know how to format the screenshots so that they look like a story or caption images in GIMP 2? Thanks.
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#32
24th Jun 2014 at 7:52 AM
Posts: 50
Can we also include music/soundtracks that are recommended because the story I have in mind is song based.
#33
24th Jun 2014 at 12:05 PM
Posts: 377
GOD...I cant wait to reach my 20th post to ask you to pick me as a judge...i'm on my 18th...
#34
24th Jun 2014 at 12:26 PM
Posts: 377
Quote: Originally posted by cherry4567
GOD...I cant wait to reach my 20th post to ask you to pick me as a judge...i'm on my 18th... |
i volunteer .... :D
now that I'm done,Can I be Judge????!!!!
and about stories, I haven't read sim stories for a while but I read romance and sometimes horror.
#35
24th Jun 2014 at 1:09 PM
Posts: 655
Quote: Originally posted by Qnshr5
Quotes should be kept together as they appear. You would lose a point or two for breaking it up, but still keep some points for having it and--assuming we're only talking about a couple added words--doing it well. So, you'll have to weigh your options. |
Thanks, I think I'll risk it.
Good job on your story frenchy I hope she gets some voodoo revenge.
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#36
24th Jun 2014 at 3:40 PM
Posts: 2
this is pretty fun, but i have trouble with my Mods Folder
#37
24th Jun 2014 at 7:20 PM
Last edited by Mr_Valentine90 : 29th Jun 2014 at 12:20 AM.
Posts: 655
Round 1 Entry
Story Title: Only Nightmares
Genre: Horror
Synopsis: David Reeves is a famous author coming off the back of a successful series of novels. He has just purchased a cabin in the woods to get down to some serious writing in a new style with a new genre. Will he end up with something profound? Is he telling a story or merely retelling one? Will he fall victim to his own creation?
Requirement: “True! – nervous – very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am! But why will you say that I am mad?” The Tell-Tale Heart, Edgar Allen Poe (Horror)
Bonus: No Bonus
Picture/Word Count 20 Pictures / 1991 Words
Only Nightmares
Chapter 1
His trusty laptop sat in the passenger seat as he drove up the dirt path to the imposing cabin which was surrounded by a copse of trees. The air out here away from the smog of the city was purer and he had the window rolled down, it was nearing dusk and the birds were twittering their songs before night fell.
He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose as he put the car into park; it was an automatic, something he had bragged to his family about. The last book in his series had sold so much that he could afford a new house and this cabin out in the middle of nowhere.
Taking a deep breath he stepped out of the car, his new shoes sinking a little further into the dirt than he would have liked, and looked up at the cabin that stood before him. It was a lot larger than he had expected, the pictures somehow didn't manage to capture the imposing look of it. A shiver ran up his spine and, after reaching in and scooping up his laptop, he made his way up the front steps of the wrap-around porch towards the front door.
He was about to push the door open and walk inside when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket he fished it out and looked at the screen. It was his agent, Martha. The screen faded to black and he stared blankly at the screen his brow slightly furrowed. Realising that he had pressed the "end call" button he opened the phone book ready to call her back.
"Oh hello Mr. Reeves." A bright voice said. David looked up from his phone and quickly stashed it away in his pocket; he would call Martha back later, he hadn't even heard the door open. "It's an honour to meet you." She continued sweetly.
"My bags are in the car." David replied simply before walking through the door and into the expanse of a living room. It stretched up over two floors with a grand stone fireplace, David figured that this would be a good place to write with logs burning in the grate.
Looking around he made his way up the stairs to the second floor.
"Oh, the office is straight at the end there, Mr. Reeves." The maid called up from the door as she dropped his bags on the floor. "I will unpack your bags while you get settled in, I'll try to keep the noise down." David nodded absent-mindedly, his gaze lingering on the door that sat at the end of the hallway - the office. He slowly walked down the hallway which was very narrow and had no windows, the air became difficult to breathe as if his lungs had constricted, beads of sweat formed on his hairline. Pushing the door open he gasped for air, the laptop was dropped onto the nearest surface (which happened to be a comfy looking armchair) and he threw himself at the double doors that led out onto a balcony.
Soaking in the fresh air he wiped his brow on the back of his hand, leaning out and looking out at the trees, a small bumbling brook passed through the trees disappearing into the darkness. Below him he could hear the girl, what was her name? Charlotte? Getting more of his things from the car.
He turned back into the office and examined it more closely; a desk sat in the middle, completely empty which was perfect for him; a cabinet stood up against the wall, perfect for when he wrote something irrelevant but wanted to keep it, the ceiling sloped downward on one side and he ran his hand along it as he walked around the desk and moved his laptop from the armchair.
Placing it on the desk he sighed a deep sigh, this was it now; he had had enough of fantasy lands and action adventure stories. He had written the last book in his series much to his publisher's disgust and he had to prove his worth now as a writer of different genres. Where to start? He had no idea, he felt his glasses slip down his nose and he pushed them back up with his forefinger. Coffee, he needed coffee. Clapping his hands together he pulled the door open.
"Charlotte?" He called down the narrow hallway, he had no desire to experience the claustrophobia of walking down that hallway again.
"Charlotte?" He heard running footsteps as Charlotte or whatever her name was made her way up the stairs. She smiled as she reached the top, her cheeks slightly flushed, already carrying a tray with a selection of biscuits and tea in her hands. David flushed a deep red. "Could you bring me some coffee? These biscuits will go down wonderfully but I don't drink tea." He took the teacup and poured it's contents into the plant pot nearby and waved her away.
"Right away." Charlotte walked away with a slight slump to her shoulders.
David flipped open his laptop, this laptop had been with him through thick and thin. It had been the machine on which he had written his first (still unpublished) novel. He stroked it fondly before opening a blank page in his software program. Feeling the familiar itch in his fingers he wanted to write, to fill that blank page with the fabulous words but he couldn't start yet, he needed that coffee. Leaning back in his chair he peered down the hall, listening out for Charlotte. He snapped back in his seat as he heard her footsteps on the stairs.
She placed the steaming cup of coffee on the desk next to him and, placing her hands behind her back shuffled her feet.
"Do you require anything else Mr. Reeves?"
"Yes, can you get me my small bag? It has paper and pens in it that I need to jot down my notes as I go?" David took a sip of his coffee. "This is really good." He said looking up at her and really looking at her for the first time. "You seem nervous?" He took another sip and smiled.
"True! – nervous – very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am!" Charlotte said loudly, the words tumbling over themselves as they poured out of her mouth. "But why will you say that I am mad?" she added, her voice faded to a whisper.
"What was that?" David asked, he recognised it from somewhere. "Is that Edgar Allen Poe?"
Charlotte nodded keenly. "I'm a fan of his... and yours, of course." She flushed a deep red, smiled and disappeared around the door, snapping it shut behind her. David smiled and put his fingers to the keyboard. His fingers stroked the keys like they were programmed to do only this, words spilled forth the blank pages filling with a tale much different to his previous. Something like he had never written before.
"It's not his fault, Francis. These things are not something that he wants. I wish he didn't have them either but it's our job to deal with it." Imogen tried to reason with her furious husband.
"I know that it isn't his fault, Imogen. I just don't know how I can be expected to write in this atmosphere, with all this stress all of the time. Is it too much to ask that I get one decent night's sleep every once in a while? If I don't get writing I'll miss the deadline and if I miss the deadline again I'll lose my job and... well, we all know what happens if I lose my job don't we?"
Imogen's mouth fell open. "I work too Francis, it's not like you are the only one bringing in money. I do my fair share. Do you know he doesn't talk any more? Not to me, not to his therapist, nothing. Do you understand?" Her shoulders shook uncontrollably as she buried her face in her hands. "He's never had a friend at school, he just locks himself away and says nothing. I'm so worried about him, and all you're worried about is your stupid job!" She turned away from the softening face of her husband.
"Your wage only just covers his therapy bills and he's not even talking to the therapist? Then what are we paying for?" Francis snarled.
"If all you care about is the money then I'll stop him from seeing her. This last time will be the last time."
"I'm not blaming you, sweetheart, I'm not blaming anyone. I'm just stressing, I'm sorry." He said suddenly softening and pulling his wife close to him in an embrace.
"It's difficult on all of us Francis, I don't even want to think about how it's affecting Chrissie."
"I know, I know." He breathed into her neck. "Hopefully this move will be the change he needs. The fresh air might do him good - I just don't like being so far away from the city."
"It's for the good of the family." Imogen reminded him one more time.
"Yes, right. Good of the family."
Chrissie darted into his room like a bat out of hell.
"Come and play with me." She squeaked bouncing on the balls of her feet. "You can be the cop and I'll be the robber." Robin waved her away.
"I don't feel like it." He mumbled.
"Mum and Dad are arguing again." Chrissie said flatly and left the room, the bounce in her step gone.
"You think I don't know that?" He mumbled to himself after her. Of course he knew, it's not as if they kept their arguing quiet. He had hoped that it would change when they moved but it hadn't even been one day yet and they were already at it.
The sun was going down an orange glow covered the woods and Robin's room. Night was falling and Robin could already feel himself breaking out in a sweat, he switched all of his lights on and switched on the computer. A box popped up on the screen informing him of a new email, he clicked it open to discover it was from his therapist, informing him of their next appointment in a couple of days. He snapped the laptop shut.
He couldn't stand it; The fact that he was causing upset in the family, that he was the real reason that they had moved.
He threw himself onto the bed, buried his face into his pillow and screamed into it. He hated himself, he wished that he was dead... he wished that the nightmare's would stop. Ever since he could remember he had been plagued with nightmares. All through his childhood, every night. He was sick of it and so were his parents.
He stood up, put his pyjamas on and went to the bathroom and freshened up. He looked at his tired face in the mirror and felt tears well up in his eyes.
"No more nightmares." He told himself. "You will be free of nightmares tonight. This is a new beginning." He splashed cold water over his face and went back to his room laid down on the bed and closed his eyes.
His eyes sprung open some time later, he'd just had the most horrifying dream and he struggled for breath. The air was thick. The heat was overwhelming. His pajamas were sticky with sweat. His hair was stuck to his forehead in damp clumps. The lights were out. Someone had come in and turned his lights off while he was asleep. They all knew that he needed the lights on. Wait, what was that noise? His heart pounded against his rib-cage as if it was about to burst through.
The darkness was thick, smothering. He couldn't breathe. He tried to scream but his voice caught in his throat. There was something. Something in the room with him... breathing.
This feels so weird, entering a story into a competition. It's weird enough for me to let other people read my writing let alone allocate points to it.
I also just want to say that I HATE doing a synopsis, it's why it isn't very long. Erm, I hope you enjoyed the story.
Oh and if anyone knows how I get rid of the weird symbols around my pictures I would appreciate it thanks.
Story Title: Only Nightmares
Genre: Horror
Synopsis: David Reeves is a famous author coming off the back of a successful series of novels. He has just purchased a cabin in the woods to get down to some serious writing in a new style with a new genre. Will he end up with something profound? Is he telling a story or merely retelling one? Will he fall victim to his own creation?
Requirement: “True! – nervous – very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am! But why will you say that I am mad?” The Tell-Tale Heart, Edgar Allen Poe (Horror)
Bonus: No Bonus
Picture/Word Count 20 Pictures / 1991 Words
Only Nightmares
Chapter 1
His trusty laptop sat in the passenger seat as he drove up the dirt path to the imposing cabin which was surrounded by a copse of trees. The air out here away from the smog of the city was purer and he had the window rolled down, it was nearing dusk and the birds were twittering their songs before night fell.
He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose as he put the car into park; it was an automatic, something he had bragged to his family about. The last book in his series had sold so much that he could afford a new house and this cabin out in the middle of nowhere.
Taking a deep breath he stepped out of the car, his new shoes sinking a little further into the dirt than he would have liked, and looked up at the cabin that stood before him. It was a lot larger than he had expected, the pictures somehow didn't manage to capture the imposing look of it. A shiver ran up his spine and, after reaching in and scooping up his laptop, he made his way up the front steps of the wrap-around porch towards the front door.
He was about to push the door open and walk inside when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket he fished it out and looked at the screen. It was his agent, Martha. The screen faded to black and he stared blankly at the screen his brow slightly furrowed. Realising that he had pressed the "end call" button he opened the phone book ready to call her back.
"Oh hello Mr. Reeves." A bright voice said. David looked up from his phone and quickly stashed it away in his pocket; he would call Martha back later, he hadn't even heard the door open. "It's an honour to meet you." She continued sweetly.
"My bags are in the car." David replied simply before walking through the door and into the expanse of a living room. It stretched up over two floors with a grand stone fireplace, David figured that this would be a good place to write with logs burning in the grate.
Looking around he made his way up the stairs to the second floor.
"Oh, the office is straight at the end there, Mr. Reeves." The maid called up from the door as she dropped his bags on the floor. "I will unpack your bags while you get settled in, I'll try to keep the noise down." David nodded absent-mindedly, his gaze lingering on the door that sat at the end of the hallway - the office. He slowly walked down the hallway which was very narrow and had no windows, the air became difficult to breathe as if his lungs had constricted, beads of sweat formed on his hairline. Pushing the door open he gasped for air, the laptop was dropped onto the nearest surface (which happened to be a comfy looking armchair) and he threw himself at the double doors that led out onto a balcony.
Soaking in the fresh air he wiped his brow on the back of his hand, leaning out and looking out at the trees, a small bumbling brook passed through the trees disappearing into the darkness. Below him he could hear the girl, what was her name? Charlotte? Getting more of his things from the car.
He turned back into the office and examined it more closely; a desk sat in the middle, completely empty which was perfect for him; a cabinet stood up against the wall, perfect for when he wrote something irrelevant but wanted to keep it, the ceiling sloped downward on one side and he ran his hand along it as he walked around the desk and moved his laptop from the armchair.
Placing it on the desk he sighed a deep sigh, this was it now; he had had enough of fantasy lands and action adventure stories. He had written the last book in his series much to his publisher's disgust and he had to prove his worth now as a writer of different genres. Where to start? He had no idea, he felt his glasses slip down his nose and he pushed them back up with his forefinger. Coffee, he needed coffee. Clapping his hands together he pulled the door open.
"Charlotte?" He called down the narrow hallway, he had no desire to experience the claustrophobia of walking down that hallway again.
"Charlotte?" He heard running footsteps as Charlotte or whatever her name was made her way up the stairs. She smiled as she reached the top, her cheeks slightly flushed, already carrying a tray with a selection of biscuits and tea in her hands. David flushed a deep red. "Could you bring me some coffee? These biscuits will go down wonderfully but I don't drink tea." He took the teacup and poured it's contents into the plant pot nearby and waved her away.
"Right away." Charlotte walked away with a slight slump to her shoulders.
David flipped open his laptop, this laptop had been with him through thick and thin. It had been the machine on which he had written his first (still unpublished) novel. He stroked it fondly before opening a blank page in his software program. Feeling the familiar itch in his fingers he wanted to write, to fill that blank page with the fabulous words but he couldn't start yet, he needed that coffee. Leaning back in his chair he peered down the hall, listening out for Charlotte. He snapped back in his seat as he heard her footsteps on the stairs.
She placed the steaming cup of coffee on the desk next to him and, placing her hands behind her back shuffled her feet.
"Do you require anything else Mr. Reeves?"
"Yes, can you get me my small bag? It has paper and pens in it that I need to jot down my notes as I go?" David took a sip of his coffee. "This is really good." He said looking up at her and really looking at her for the first time. "You seem nervous?" He took another sip and smiled.
"True! – nervous – very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am!" Charlotte said loudly, the words tumbling over themselves as they poured out of her mouth. "But why will you say that I am mad?" she added, her voice faded to a whisper.
"What was that?" David asked, he recognised it from somewhere. "Is that Edgar Allen Poe?"
Charlotte nodded keenly. "I'm a fan of his... and yours, of course." She flushed a deep red, smiled and disappeared around the door, snapping it shut behind her. David smiled and put his fingers to the keyboard. His fingers stroked the keys like they were programmed to do only this, words spilled forth the blank pages filling with a tale much different to his previous. Something like he had never written before.
"It's not his fault, Francis. These things are not something that he wants. I wish he didn't have them either but it's our job to deal with it." Imogen tried to reason with her furious husband.
"I know that it isn't his fault, Imogen. I just don't know how I can be expected to write in this atmosphere, with all this stress all of the time. Is it too much to ask that I get one decent night's sleep every once in a while? If I don't get writing I'll miss the deadline and if I miss the deadline again I'll lose my job and... well, we all know what happens if I lose my job don't we?"
Imogen's mouth fell open. "I work too Francis, it's not like you are the only one bringing in money. I do my fair share. Do you know he doesn't talk any more? Not to me, not to his therapist, nothing. Do you understand?" Her shoulders shook uncontrollably as she buried her face in her hands. "He's never had a friend at school, he just locks himself away and says nothing. I'm so worried about him, and all you're worried about is your stupid job!" She turned away from the softening face of her husband.
"Your wage only just covers his therapy bills and he's not even talking to the therapist? Then what are we paying for?" Francis snarled.
"If all you care about is the money then I'll stop him from seeing her. This last time will be the last time."
"I'm not blaming you, sweetheart, I'm not blaming anyone. I'm just stressing, I'm sorry." He said suddenly softening and pulling his wife close to him in an embrace.
"It's difficult on all of us Francis, I don't even want to think about how it's affecting Chrissie."
"I know, I know." He breathed into her neck. "Hopefully this move will be the change he needs. The fresh air might do him good - I just don't like being so far away from the city."
"It's for the good of the family." Imogen reminded him one more time.
"Yes, right. Good of the family."
Chrissie darted into his room like a bat out of hell.
"Come and play with me." She squeaked bouncing on the balls of her feet. "You can be the cop and I'll be the robber." Robin waved her away.
"I don't feel like it." He mumbled.
"Mum and Dad are arguing again." Chrissie said flatly and left the room, the bounce in her step gone.
"You think I don't know that?" He mumbled to himself after her. Of course he knew, it's not as if they kept their arguing quiet. He had hoped that it would change when they moved but it hadn't even been one day yet and they were already at it.
The sun was going down an orange glow covered the woods and Robin's room. Night was falling and Robin could already feel himself breaking out in a sweat, he switched all of his lights on and switched on the computer. A box popped up on the screen informing him of a new email, he clicked it open to discover it was from his therapist, informing him of their next appointment in a couple of days. He snapped the laptop shut.
He couldn't stand it; The fact that he was causing upset in the family, that he was the real reason that they had moved.
He threw himself onto the bed, buried his face into his pillow and screamed into it. He hated himself, he wished that he was dead... he wished that the nightmare's would stop. Ever since he could remember he had been plagued with nightmares. All through his childhood, every night. He was sick of it and so were his parents.
He stood up, put his pyjamas on and went to the bathroom and freshened up. He looked at his tired face in the mirror and felt tears well up in his eyes.
"No more nightmares." He told himself. "You will be free of nightmares tonight. This is a new beginning." He splashed cold water over his face and went back to his room laid down on the bed and closed his eyes.
His eyes sprung open some time later, he'd just had the most horrifying dream and he struggled for breath. The air was thick. The heat was overwhelming. His pajamas were sticky with sweat. His hair was stuck to his forehead in damp clumps. The lights were out. Someone had come in and turned his lights off while he was asleep. They all knew that he needed the lights on. Wait, what was that noise? His heart pounded against his rib-cage as if it was about to burst through.
The darkness was thick, smothering. He couldn't breathe. He tried to scream but his voice caught in his throat. There was something. Something in the room with him... breathing.
This feels so weird, entering a story into a competition. It's weird enough for me to let other people read my writing let alone allocate points to it.
I also just want to say that I HATE doing a synopsis, it's why it isn't very long. Erm, I hope you enjoyed the story.
Oh and if anyone knows how I get rid of the weird symbols around my pictures I would appreciate it thanks.
#38
24th Jun 2014 at 7:43 PM
It's because you have image and url tags. You just need the [ img ] [ /img ] (minus spaces) with the address in the middle. No url tags.
#39
24th Jun 2014 at 7:45 PM
Posts: 655
Quote: Originally posted by justJones
It's because you have image and url tags. You just need the [ img ] [ /img ] (minus spaces) with the address in the middle. No url tags. |
Thanks Jones, gonna fix it now :D
Edit: All done, Thanks again!
#40
24th Jun 2014 at 8:10 PM
Posts: 577
Good Job Mr_Valentne 90 very intriguing story cant wait to see what happens next!
and your sims look nice & unique too
Peace, Harmony & Balance... Libra is Love..
and your sims look nice & unique too
Peace, Harmony & Balance... Libra is Love..
#41
24th Jun 2014 at 8:13 PM
Last edited by Qnshr5 : 24th Jun 2014 at 8:38 PM.
Posts: 293
Quote: Originally posted by callissialim
I'll try my hand at romance, one question, is a mild gay relationship allowed? I'm horrible at straight romances. It always ends up cheesy and tacky. But gay romances I can do slightly better. LOL. I'm new here so I don't know how to format the screenshots so that they look like a story or caption images in GIMP 2? Thanks. |
You can do any kind of romance. You don't have to caption the images. You'll just type or copy/paste your story under the pictures. See frenchy and Mr_Valentine's entries on how your story should look. Screenshots must follow MTS guidelines. Pictures must be 800x600 (minimum) to 1280x1060 (maximum). See Creator Guidelines Screenshot Basics. You can either upload them to an image hosting site like photobucket and copy the "img" onto this site or attach them directly to the MTS site. See How to Post Pictures
Quote: Originally posted by callissialim
Can we also include music/soundtracks that are recommended because the story I have in mind is song based. |
I have nothing against you including a link to a song or a list/thoughts of inspiration, but it won't be judged at all. If you do, I ask that the link be below the entire entry form so that judges can see all the info that is being judged together. Put it in a spoiler to keep your post uncluttered. You can include a short *Note:* above your form to let readers know that you have a song they can listen to below so those who want to can click on it/look it up before they begin reading. Example-- *Note: music link below
@Mr_Valentine: add
@cherry: sending you a PM shortly! *EDIT: check your inbox*
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#42
24th Jun 2014 at 8:21 PM
No problem Mr_V looks good!
#43
24th Jun 2014 at 9:32 PM
Posts: 293
Cherry4567 is our first judge! Yay!!!
There are two more judge slots left. Anyone interested read the judging section and this post for more info.
Memory Games A Sims 3 Thriller Mystery
There are two more judge slots left. Anyone interested read the judging section and this post for more info.
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#44
25th Jun 2014 at 2:01 AM
Posts: 1
Sorry got a bit confused. What does the 5 to 20 entries mean
#45
25th Jun 2014 at 2:12 AM
Posts: 293
Quote: Originally posted by thelavandersim
Sorry got a bit confused. What does the 5 to 20 entries mean |
That is the minimum and maximum amount of contestants/entries that can be accepted in this contest. So, we need 5 entries/contestants for the contest to be able to continue to the end. If there aren't at least 5 before 8 July 11:59 it will be cancelled. However, if it reaches 20 entries at any point in time before this round ends, then no more entries will accepted. (and the 21st almost contestant will be very sad )
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#46
25th Jun 2014 at 7:40 AM
Posts: 50
Quote: Originally posted by Qnshr5
You can do any kind of romance. You don't have to caption the images. You'll just type or copy/paste your story under the pictures. See frenchy and Mr_Valentine's entries on how your story should look. Screenshots must follow MTS guidelines. Pictures must be 800x600 (minimum) to 1280x1060 (maximum). See Creator Guidelines Screenshot Basics. You can either upload them to an image hosting site like photobucket and copy the "img" onto this site or attach them directly to the MTS site. See How to Post Pictures I have nothing against you including a link to a song or a list/thoughts of inspiration, but it won't be judged at all. If you do, I ask that the link be below the entire entry form so that judges can see all the info that is being judged together. Put it in a spoiler to keep your post uncluttered. You can include a short *Note:* above your form to let readers know that you have a song they can listen to below so those who want to can click on it/look it up before they begin reading. Example-- *Note: music link below @Mr_Valentine: add @cherry: sending you a PM shortly! *EDIT: check your inbox* |
Thank you! One last question, is blood and gore allowed? My story is really quite gory and contains sensitive imagery like rape( implied).
#47
25th Jun 2014 at 9:01 AM
Posts: 377
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Thank you! One last question, is blood and gore allowed? My story is really quite gory and contains sensitive imagery like rape( implied). |
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7. PG-13 or below only! No Explicit material please! This means no graphic violence, sexual themes, or mature adult material. Cursing is allowed, but must be kept within reason/relevancy |
I assume you won't be able to use it... but wait for Qnshr5 for the permission . but i still don't think so
#48
25th Jun 2014 at 5:42 PM
Posts: 293
callissialim, cherry is correct. The rules against graphic violence and sex are not just for this contest, but one for any story put on the MTS site. You can imply that there is a lot of blood in a scene by how the character describes it without being gory. A simple description like "Blood dripped from the corners of the sink and the tank lid of the toilet. More rolled down the walls in a thousand tiny crimson streams. The dark liquid pooled together on the tile floor making it appear that the tub had overflowed during a revolting bath." Then move on with the story. The audience still gets the point. They can visualize the bathroom without having to lose their supper in the process. The brain has a way of filling in the gaps so there isn't a need for a step-by-step run down of violence. That said, it is best to deal with the aftermath of rape rather than the act itself. Even if you're delicate with it and give few details, this is one of those areas that are very difficult to represent well because it's extreme violence on every level (physical, mental, emotional, spiritual). Plus, an actual victim may read your story and... well, let's just say this can bring up trauma and offense. But, the aftermath, on the other hand, is not only easier to relate to, but it is often more powerful than describing the act. The aftermath lasts years... forever... people heal and overcome in different stages, so there's a lot you can do. Or you can imply that something is about to happen before the act and pick up sometime after. Like I said, the brain (imagination) has an incredible way of filling in the blanks. Give the audience just enough info and they'll know. So, I'm saying no to actually showing rape, but it's ok if you're character is dealing with rape.
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#49
26th Jun 2014 at 3:42 AM
Posts: 50
Quote: Originally posted by Qnshr5
callissialim, cherry is correct. The rules against graphic violence and sex are not just for this contest, but one for any story put on the MTS site. You can imply that there is a lot of blood in a scene by how the character describes it without being gory. A simple description like "Blood dripped from the corners of the sink and the tank lid of the toilet. More rolled down the walls in a thousand tiny crimson streams. The dark liquid pooled together on the tile floor making it appear that the tub had overflowed during a revolting bath." Then move on with the story. The audience still gets the point. They can visualize the bathroom without having to lose their supper in the process. The brain has a way of filling in the gaps so there isn't a need for a step-by-step run down of violence. That said, it is best to deal with the aftermath of rape rather than the act itself. Even if you're delicate with it and give few details, this is one of those areas that are very difficult to represent well because it's extreme violence on every level (physical, mental, emotional, spiritual). Plus, an actual victim may read your story and... well, let's just say this can bring up trauma and offense. But, the aftermath, on the other hand, is not only easier to relate to, but it is often more powerful than describing the act. The aftermath lasts years... forever... people heal and overcome in different stages, so there's a lot you can do. Or you can imply that something is about to happen before the act and pick up sometime after. Like I said, the brain (imagination) has an incredible way of filling in the blanks. Give the audience just enough info and they'll know. So, I'm saying no to actually showing rape, but it's ok if you're character is dealing with rape. |
Thank you so much! I was really confused about how much gore could be put in per se, and cherry and you helped cleared up for me.Sorry, I'm pretty new. Active for only a month...
#50
26th Jun 2014 at 5:47 AM
Posts: 293
Quote: Originally posted by callissialim
Thank you so much! I was really confused about how much gore could be put in per se, and cherry and you helped cleared up for me.Sorry, I'm pretty new. Active for only a month... |
No problem. And thanks for finding out first.
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