Well, it seems now, I'm running the show. I have many things plan for the Creativity Corner. I hope you'll all partake in the contest now. Anyways...without further delay, our winner for the last month is... Jiku Neon with the story "Absolutely nothing" It depicts a bleak world, and a tragic sense of oblivion. All done through the eyes of a person who has a rather unique outlook towards his new life. Congratulations! This month's theme is "intangible" this can be interpreted any way you desire, so be creative. Most of all, have fun.
I thought What? was going to enter Cancion Caravana and win. I guess either he forgot or decided he was bored of winning. I'll enter something later. Probably.
Oh no madam, I decided not to enter as I had already received lovely comments and criticism for my story and thus had nothing else to gain - indeed, the rather amusing perspective of writing in your previous prose would have clearly won you the title regardless. Bravo, miss, bravo. I am not quite sure if I shall enter this month as I will be busy but nevertheless this post shall serve as a possible reserve.
Here's my entry. It's kind of short, even for a short story, but I'm confident it's good enough to at least get special mention. Out of TouchIf I knew what was going to happen, I would have let it be. Unfortunately, I couldn't control myself. My story begins with naught but a long era of being made slave by master after master. I was tool of war, nothing more than the weapon what slayed the beast, the slave ordered to make the winning blow. When my master died I was forced by the hands of fate to choose a new one. In the end I always chose men who would use me in kind ways to help others, but it was not meant to be. As has happened with all of my kind before me, my power would corrupt warrior after warrior no matter how pure. And what is it that I did? After thousands of years of bringing only pain and destruction I decided that I had had enough. I acted independently of my master and used my infinite power to claim the future that was rightfully mine. The future that I with all my power deserved to bring to these easily corruptible humans to ensure that they would never hurt them again. I seized control of my master to leave my former self a mindless tool that became my weapon. Now having a voice, I shouted with all my might, "I AM THE WARRIOR KEXYL! RULE YOURSELVES OR BE RULED BY ME!" But Fate had other plans. I was sealed in the earth, told to wait for my time. Yet I still refused. I wandered the land, now mishapen beyond recognition. After the thousands of years of imprisonment I had convinced myself that all this was fake, an illusion designed by the Gods to punish me. I lost touch with reality, my former body becoming my only friend. The line between reality and dreams had become blurred to the point where I would see a figment of my dreams in active conversation with the men of reality. I watched as reality crumbled around my horribly disfigured mind. I expected that I would never truly see earth again. This is why I am even more shocked at the true form of earth. After emerging from one final sleep I now see reality as it truly is. Earth is not a mishapen hunk of rock but a thriving planet filled with happy humans that cannot wait for one new day after another. This is the reality that I wanted to create, future that I sought to bring about by my actions. However, something seems wrong. Fate was adamant about my punishment. There is no way that It would give up my punishment this easily. Perhaps this is another illusion. Perhaps a true glimpse of reality is simply unattainable for me. However, I no longer care. This view is the one that I choose the live in, for it is what I sought to bring. And I have no doubt in my mind that I can make this my reality if I try.
