Under The Stars (799 hits)
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Entry 1
Wailing sirens punctuated each booming announcement. "Once you arrive at the Civil Control Station you will receive further instructions."The giant commotion thundered toward Sara's bedroom. Rainbow painted fairies and steadfast unicorns stood guard as the girl considered the empty backpack on the floor beside her.
"Sara! Hurry up!" Somewhere downstairs, mama was yelling. "Get your things, we have to go!" A purple stuffed rabbit and frayed knit blanket were first in the bag.
"Evacuees must carry with them on departure proper registration and no more than a single bag containing..." The announcements continued and outside the streets began to rumble with people on the move.
"Pack warm clothes, leave your toys," her mother had instructed, as if this could be done. Sara reached for the outstretched arms of the cloth doll with tangled brown hair and stuffed her into the bag. The family was going on a trip.
"Cooperation is compulsory."
Red-stripped pajamas claimed the last space in the bag. "I'll be back soon," she lied to the remaining stuffed animals on her bed. She slid on her coat; one finger traced the star on the newly sewn patch, as she descended the stairs.
Sara had been sleeping when the men came and took daddy. Light from the hallway broke into her room and let the noises in with it. It was a dream, a bad dream. Her father was talking loudly, her mother was saying 'no' but there were other voices insisting. The door slammed and when she awoke daddy was gone and mama was something different.
"It'll be ok," mama had told her, "They just want to ask daddy some questions. They'll bring him back soon. I promise. Don't worry baby." Days passed and together they worried and waited for word of their next move. Their questions went unanswered.
Violent images and government issued statements carried them into the situation with the deceptive force of an undertow. "Remain alert to persons of questionable affiliations," the citizens were cautioned. "Avoid confrontations and notify authorities of suspicious behavior." The bridges had been burned and people were dying for a cause.
The sirens and bold printed flyers announced to the selected area residences that their next move would be today. "Pursuant to the provisions of Civilian Exclusion Order No. 33...." The words repeated like history.
Downstairs Sara listened to her mother talking anxiously on the phone. "Yes, I have our papers. No. I don't know. I don't know! I suppose they'll tell us when we get there. I hope so. Yes, I'll bring what I can. Ok, God help us. Love you. See you there."
"All specified persons will be evacuated from the posted areas by 23 hundred hours. Evacuees must carry with them on departure proper registration and no more than a single bag containing..."
Uniformed men working under star studded sashes and shoulder-slung rifles directed the effort on behalf of the national interest. The stoned faced soldiers herded the people in the direction of the bus station where they and the others like them, would be relocated to a safer place. They were to be separated from those who felt they were vulnerable. Daddy had feared it would come to this.
Mother and daughter, a single bag each, left their home and merged with the others on the street who were adorned with newly sewn identification patches. The numbers spilled from tributary streets and flowed in the direction of the bus depot where they would be detained until their scheduled departure.
..................
The decision was made with the care and consideration of an angry hunter. Support followed the baited scent hungry for revenge.
"Our nation has the right and obligation to preserve the integrity of our way of life. We can no longer tolerate the proliferation of this enemy within our borders. We must gather and bring to justice those people whose fundamental beliefs have authorized these attacks on our great country." The President's speech was accompanied with repeating scenes of collapsing buildings and flag waving patriots.
"Today we have taken a courageous and overdue step in protecting American values from the poison of extremist influence. There was a day, not so long ago; when we had the luxury of thinking we could allow the brothers and sisters of our enemy to walk unchecked along our streets and in our neighborhoods. But in the taking of so many of our precious American sons and daughters, through their choice of violence, they have lost that luxury.
Today our enemy knows, in no uncertain terms, that Americans will no longer open our arms to those who seek to harm us. We have unified as a nation in this profound mission of extracting the face of evil from our great and humble home."
.....................
Sara clutched her mother's black gown as they were pushed onto an already overcrowded bus. They said nothing to the faces of the people they knew from schoolroom meetings and Thursday night soccer games. Pleasantries were not invited. All attention was on the destination that no one dare ask.
A plume of exhaust escaped the bus in front of them as it pulled away like the ones before it. The caravan snaked its way under the stars with a full military escort.
- VS -
Entry 2
Stolen.It was the only word to describe it.
His breath was stolen by the vision sitting across from him at the table. He hadn't anticipated his reaction. Not this time. He thought that it would be as easy as doing any other routine daily activity. Cleaning the car, going to work, paying the bills, etc. etc. etc. He thought that it would be as easy as it had been the other times, the other birthdays. He was finding out that life wasn't letting him off that easy. Sighing, he leaned back in his chair and looked up at the sky.
*
"C'mere darling, let's get that chocolate off of your face," Mark Davenport said as he motioned for Lucy to come sit on his lap. Seven year old Lucy Davenport came bounding across the room with her pigtails floating away behind her and the hem of her little girls skirt flapping daintily around her little girl legs. She ran over to him and leapt up onto his lap, landing squarely on his thighs. The giggle she let out was contagious and in a few seconds he was laughing along with her. Lucy was the apple of his eye and his only child.
As he wiped the chocolate from her beautiful face with a damp paper towel, he considered how lucky he was to have her. Then he leaned down towards her and gave her a fatherly peck on the cheek along with a nice big hug. She hugged him back, squirmed out of his arms down to the floor, and ran off to play in some remote part of the house. He watched her leave the room and wondered what it would be like when she grew up.
**
The candlelight was perfect and as the waiter came to take their order, Mark felt as proud as he had ever felt. She was perfect, and he was perfectly happy. He told the waiter that they would start with the escargot. They would follow that with Filet Mignon for himself and the Norwegian Salmon for her. He also ordered a bottle of '98 Phelps Insignia, Cabernet (78%) Merlot (22%) from the Napa Valley. He liked ordering for both of them. It made him feel good. It made him feel like a man, like a true gentleman.
At the end of his order, the waiter looked at him, cleared his throat and said "Are you sure about your choices tonight sir?" Mark looked up at him and the waiter saw a hint of darkness appear in his eyes. "Why wouldn't I be sure?" Mark said. "It's just that....." the waiter couldn't get the words out as he looked at Mark, embarrassment and curiosity getting the better of him. "This is my daughter, you idiot," Mark said with a little too much anger in his voice. The waiter nodded and retreated quickly, his face turning a deep shade of crimson, his feet fumbling about one another as he tried to escape to the sanctity of the restaurant kitchen. "I'm sorry about that honey, they never quite understand do they," Mark said as he looked at Lucy. Then he let his mind wander.
***
Lucy came running down the stairs, blonde curls flying around her face as she hit the landing. She was breathing hard as she ran through the kitchen door to see Mark and Sandy sitting at the kitchen table. "I found it, I found it!" She was yelling as she ran up to her dad and jumped into him, her arms wrapping around his neck. She planted a big kiss on his left cheek and he could feel her breath on his face, could feel the excitement trembling through her body. It was Christmas morning in the Davenport household and it seemed that Santa had left a few presents hidden about the house. Lucy had found them and she couldn't contain her excitement. Mark looked deeply into her eyes. "Well, go get them honey, let's show mommy what Santa brought for you." Lucy turned around quickly and ran out of the room. Mark and Sandy looked at each other, smiles on both of their faces. They loved it when Lucy was happy and excited. They reveled in making her life the best that it could be. They knew that Mark could afford the best things for them all, and they always made sure that Lucy got the benefit of it. They weren't arrogant in their wealth, but they weren't afraid to spend. Lucy, being an only child, reaped the rewards of a father with a well paying job.
They could hear her as she came running down the stairs and they both had big smiles on their faces when Lucy came through the door of the kitchen, huffing and puffing as she carried the two American Girl dolls that Santa had left hidden in her bedroom closet. "Aren't they beautiful?" she exclaimed to them, her voice squeaking from her excitement. "This one is Molly, don't you just love her glasses? And this one is Felicity, she looks so cute in her bonnet." Both parents watched as their daughter sat the dolls on the table carefully. They looked on as their daughter stroked the doll's hair and smoothed their outfits. They watched their daughter be happy. "Oh, thank you mom and dad!" She said as she looked up and hugged them both. "Don't thank us," Mark replied. "Thank Santa." They all laughed together as Lucy looked at them and rolled her big blue eyes, her look telling them that maybe they didn't have to perpetuate the myth of Santa any longer. She was ten years old and a big girl now.
****
A new waiter brought the appetizer and the wine to the table. Mark wasn't surprised at this in the least. He was expecting a new waiter after the other one had left in such an embarrassed state. This waiter was silent as he set the escargot down in front of Mark, opened the bottle of wine and poured just a hint of it into Mark's glass. The waiter stood still and expectantly as Mark picked up the glass and gave the wine in it a little swirl. He then lifted it to his nose and breathed deeply of the aroma. It was very full bodied and he could tell it had a heavy oak influence. He then took a sip of the wine and held it in his mouth for a few seconds before swallowing. The richness of the flavor was very intense and pleasing to him and he nodded his head to the waiter. The waiter then filled his glass and set the bottle down. "Fill hers too," Mark said to him. "It's her twenty-first birthday, she's allowed." The waiter looked at the wine glass in front of Lucy and obediently filled it. Then he placed the bottle on the table and left. Mark lifted his glass to Lucy and said, "Here's to you sweetheart, and here's to many more." He clinked glasses with her and took a full swallow of the wine. Then he leaned back in his chair and looked up to the night sky once again. He was glad that he had reserved the patio for them tonight. They were all alone outside under the stars. It was a perfect setting for her birthday dinner.
*****
Mark liked sitting in the high school auditorium. It reminded him of his younger days when he was still playing baseball, blowing up things in science lab, and trying to date girls. He and Sandy met in high school, had quickly fallen in love, and married right after college. Sitting in the auditorium always made him remember the night he first saw Sandy, singing her heart out in the musical "Bye Bye Birdie." She played Kim McAfee and she played her well, stealing the show with her performance. Mark remembered thinking to himself that she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. He asked her out after the show that night and she said yes. He was ecstatic. They went to a local burger place and talked the night away over burgers and Cokes. He knew he was in love with her after that first night. She knew it as well. Sitting in the auditorium, Mark looked at Sandy sitting next to him. "I love you," he said. "I always will." Sandy smiled and leaned over, pressing her lips onto his. Then, moving her mouth up to his right ear she whispered, "I know. I love you too." Their moment was interrupted as the lights went down, the curtain went up, and their Lucy came out onstage for her opening number. Both parents were in awe of her talent.
******
Mark snapped out of his starlight induced dream when the waiter came over with their dinners. He hadn't touched the escargot and the waiter asked him if he would like more time before the entrées. Mark told him to take the escargot away and leave the dinners. The waiter set the Filet Mignon down in front of Mark, and the Salmon in front of Lucy. He then picked up the bottle of wine and asked Mark if he would like a refill. Mark just nodded and looked over at Lucy while the waiter poured the glass for him. The waiter then looked at Mark. "Is there anything else I might get for you this evening sir?" He said. Mark didn't hear what he said because he was so deep in thought. After a few seconds, the waiter set the bottle down and left, going back to the kitchen, all the while wondering about the man in the Armani suit and the picture of the young girl sitting on the table opposite him.
*******
Mark was jarred awake by a ringing telephone. He sat up in bed and looked over at the digital clock on the nightstand. The lighted red numbers on the clock told him that it was Twelve-Ten A.M. Sandy was out of town visiting her mother, and Lucy was sleeping over a friends house. He had taken advantage of the empty house and went to bed early, trying to catch up on some sleep. He was very busy lately and was feeling rather run down.
He reached over and picked up the receiver, fully expecting to hear Sandy's beautiful voice on the other end. He lifted the receiver to his ear and spoke into the phone.
"Hello?"
It took him only fifteen minutes to call Sandy, get dressed, and get to the hospital. The voice on the other end of the phone wasn't beautiful and it wasn't his wife. It was a man's voice telling him that his daughter Lucy had been in a car accident. It was a man's voice telling him that she was in Memorial hospital. It was a man's voice telling him that he should come down as soon as possible. As he walked through the front doors of the hospital, he had a feeling of dread that only a father can have when the fear of losing a child invades his soul. He walked up to the reception area and was told that his daughter was on the second floor, ICU. "ICU, Intensive Care Unit," he thought. "Holy shit." He rushed to the elevators and then decided it would be quicker to take the stairs. He found the door to the stairs, opened it, and bounded up the stairs two at a time. He entered the second floor and rushed to the desk where two nurses were on duty. They brought him to where they had his daughter and when he arrived, there was a doctor and two police officers waiting there. They answered all his questions about what had happened and also told him that she wasn't expected to live through the night. He asked if he could see her, and they obliged.
They took him to her bed and left him there to be with his only child. He walked over to her and looked down at her swollen face. It looked to him as if she had been beaten badly. She had an IV in her arm as well as a tube down her throat. He looked at all the machines that they had her hooked up to. One for breathing, one for heart, and a couple others whose purpose he didn't know. The doctors had shaved one side of her head, and he could see stitches marring her beautiful skin. Her eyes were closed and she was covered with a white sheet which was neatly tucked in just under her armpits. Her arms hung limply at her sides. He wept as he looked at her and tried to see the beauty that once was his daughter.
He reached down at put her right hand in his. It felt cold and as he gripped her, she didn't return the pressure. "You're mother is coming Lucy," he said. She'll be here in a few hours. I'm here now for you."
He stood next to her bed all night, holding her hand. Lucy died twelve minutes before her mother arrived at the hospital. It was her seventeenth birthday.
********
Mark took a few bites of his Filet Mignon. He looked over at Lucy and smiled. She smiled back with her perpetual sixteen year old good looks. He was glad to be here with her tonight. He was glad to be sharing dinner with his daughter under the stars. He looked up from her briefly and considered the night sky. At the exact moment he looked up, a shooting star made it's way across the heavens, dimming all the surrounding stars with its brilliance.
*********
He had been outside with Lucy one night, and a shooting star had crossed the sky. He told her what his father had once told him as a young boy. "Make a wish honey," he said. "Always make a wish on a shooting star." She closed her eyes when he said that, a little girl of no more than eleven, making a wish on a shooting star. When she was done, she opened her eyes and looked at him. "Want to know what I wished daddy?" "No, no honey. If you tell, the wish won't come true," he said to her. The look of disappointment on her face was almost too much for him, but he let her keep her little secret wish without giving in and saying to her that it was all right to tell.
**********
He sat there looking up at the stars. "I wish I had my daughter back," he thought, wishing silently so as not to make the mistake of saying it so someone could hear. Then he reached over and picked up Lucy's picture. Bringing it to his lips, he gave it a quick kiss. "Happy Birthday sweetheart," he said, looking at her beautiful face. " I'll never tell anyone my wish."
He put her picture back on the table where it previously had been, took another bite of his dinner, drank a little more wine, and resumed taking in the beautiful celestial scenery as he let his thoughts drift with the stars.
Entry 1:
Beano312003
corn_nugget
darko
Davros
EchoBoxing
firefly
ghola
goferforhire
indoninja
Jack_McCallum
JoeyG
JonnyX
loki
MandaPanda
Method
NerfHerder
ParlorTrick
Pentameter
Psychophant
Sacrilicious
scourge
Wiggles
21 eligible votes (22 total) *
Entry 2:
Amontillado
august_sobriquet
Axolotl
Ballare
Bigmike
Bob_Dole
Bubba2341
c1ndy
CaptainThorns
coley
consuelo212
Coyote
Crystle
DonovanMD
drgoatcabin
DrogoRoch
FunnyAsCancer
GetNakeddd
Hirilnara
HotWillie
Impassive-Digressive
intellismartness
jgreening
JMG114
joedaddy
justagirl27
kaos-king
Life101
littledan
Merlina
Orgasmatron
rad1101
satchel
sicosemen
Siren
Soley_Trinity
sparkle_pink
SPECIALk
St_Jimmy
Stagger_Lee
stevie_says
William_Q_Percy
WingedFoote
38 eligible votes (43 total) *
* Eligible votes are those made by users who had either (A) posted 3+ messages OR (B) written 100+ [lowered from 750+] reviews as of the beginning of the UberMadness! competition.
User Reviews
Submitted by ParlorTrick (user info) at 2006-09-30 01:24:09 EDT (#)
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I have been decisively put in my place by the Mike of great magnitude. Well done sir.
Submitted by Bigmike (user info) at 2006-09-29 23:39:23 EDT (#)
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Nice job Parlor Trick. You wrote a good entry.
Submitted by SPECIALk (user info) at 2006-09-29 02:11:48 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by NerfHerder (user info) at 2006-09-29 01:37:10 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by Life101 (user info) at 2006-09-28 22:31:06 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Tough choice
Submitted by sparkle_pink (user info) at 2006-09-28 20:09:39 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by Soley_Trinity (user info) at 2006-09-28 17:28:32 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by consuelo212 (user info) at 2006-09-28 15:30:06 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
no contest here
Submitted by drgoatcabin (user info) at 2006-09-28 11:37:55 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by St_Jimmy (user info) at 2006-09-28 11:12:45 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
#1- Came off as a bit preachy.
#2- Depressing as hell, but really well done.
Submitted by DrogoRoch (user info) at 2006-09-28 09:21:17 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I liked both a lot.
Submitted by loki (user info) at 2006-09-28 08:20:58 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Oh damn I hate that I can't vote for both of them.
Submitted by joedaddy (user info) at 2006-09-28 03:52:30 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by Stagger_Lee (user info) at 2006-09-28 00:38:49 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by JMG114 (user info) at 2006-09-27 16:28:47 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Oh my God! Space aliens! Don't eat me, I have a wife and kids! Eat
them.
-- Homer Simpson
Treehouse of Horror VII
Submitted by Jack_McCallum (user info) at 2006-09-27 16:11:45 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
I'm voting for Author #1 because I felt both stories were equally good, but #2 had WAY too much unnecessary detail before getting to the punch. Knowing every item on the restaurant menu only delayed moving the story along. Sorry, #2.
Submitted by Davros (user info) at 2006-09-27 16:02:13 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by jgreening (user info) at 2006-09-27 10:31:06 EDT (#)
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#2, simply because I'm getting a bit tired of the "America turning into 1984" stuff. Not just here, but in freaking general.
Submitted by Psychophant (user info) at 2006-09-27 08:01:20 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
No Comment
Submitted by WingedFoote (user info) at 2006-09-27 03:55:08 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
entry one was clearly ets, or someone pretending to be him, so I can't vote for it out of principle. entry two was was good, but... we got the idea about how his daughter is dead right here
After a few seconds, the waiter set the bottle down and left, going back to the kitchen, all the while wondering about the man in the Armani suit and the picture of the young girl sitting on the table opposite him.
Everything after that only took away from the effectiveness of that line. Still a very good piece, but if you had ended it there, it would've been even stronger.
Submitted by justagirl27 (user info) at 2006-09-26 23:25:38 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by satchel (user info) at 2006-09-26 22:47:43 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by Sacrilicious (user info) at 2006-09-26 21:34:54 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by HotWillie (user info) at 2006-09-26 21:27:04 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by Bubba2341 (user info) at 2006-09-26 21:23:12 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
#2 = longer = better = both were ????
Submitted by coley (user info) at 2006-09-26 20:42:00 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
I thought these were both really good. I especially liked 2, I may be a cheeseball but I got a little misty. Okay not really, I crushed some cans on my forehead and punched a hole in the wall.
story one: what made the main character part of "the threat"? Maybe I missed it. good story too though
Submitted by coley (user info) at 2006-09-26 20:35:12 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
stripped, striped..picky me
Submitted by littledan (user info) at 2006-09-26 19:53:55 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No comment needed, fantastic story...
Submitted by Impassive-Digressive (user info) at 2006-09-26 19:36:52 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
After reading entry 1, I thought I was going to end up voting for it.
Even about halfway through entry 2, I thought I would vote for one.
For some reason, I just really liked the way #2 tied it all together at the end.
Submitted by kaos-king (user info) at 2006-09-26 18:26:29 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
#1 was propaganda. Relatively well written propaganda, but still...
#2 was a very well constructed tale. I couldn't read fast enough to find the twist.
Submitted by Hirilnara (user info) at 2006-09-26 17:59:44 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
No Comment
Submitted by Wiggles (user info) at 2006-09-26 17:43:12 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
:(
Submitted by Crystle (user info) at 2006-09-26 17:17:01 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
wow. Both VERY good.
#2 made me almost cry.
Submitted by Ballare (user info) at 2006-09-26 16:32:07 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by GetNakeddd (user info) at 2006-09-26 14:14:58 EDT (#)
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long, but sentimental
and im in that kind of a mood
Submitted by scourge (user info) at 2006-09-26 14:10:25 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2006-09-26 13:31:42 EDT (#)
Ranking: -1
Author #2, your story was 78% boring and 22% suckiness - put the cork back in.
#1, you had a great start, you should have filled it out more.
All you needed was something like, "As she looked up to the stars, she noticed the crescent moon hanging low in the sky, matching the one sewn to her jacket."
But hey, that's just me.
Submitted by Amontillado (user info) at 2006-09-26 13:30:35 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by FunnyAsCancer (user info) at 2006-09-26 13:21:35 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
Aww.
Submitted by EchoBoxing (user info) at 2006-09-26 13:18:21 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
http://www.ubersite.com/m/89501
Submitted by goferforhire (user info) at 2006-09-26 12:22:43 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by Orgasmatron (user info) at 2006-09-26 12:14:13 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by JoeyG (user info) at 2006-09-26 11:55:47 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by darko (user info) at 2006-09-26 11:44:20 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by c1ndy (user info) at 2006-09-26 11:42:55 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by Pentameter (user info) at 2006-09-26 11:32:45 EDT (#)
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I saw the end of entry 2 coming right from the very first word. Well written but too obvious.
Submitted by firefly (user info) at 2006-09-26 11:18:57 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by Coyote (user info) at 2006-09-26 11:11:32 EDT (#)
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Entry two is the best-written piece I've read so far this contest.
Submitted by sicosemen (user info) at 2006-09-26 10:25:59 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Because it used stars, other than that, it was close.
Submitted by Axolotl (user info) at 2006-09-26 10:03:15 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by august_sobriquet (user info) at 2006-09-26 09:55:45 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by William_Q_Percy (user info) at 2006-09-26 09:41:46 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by CaptainThorns (user info) at 2006-09-26 09:35:16 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by intellismartness (user info) at 2006-09-26 09:25:08 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Too obvious, but better fitting to the title than number 1, and generally better written. Actually pulled off the switching times quite well.
Submitted by ParlorTrick (user info) at 2006-09-26 09:18:19 EDT (#)
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Submitted by corn_nugget (user info) at 2006-09-26 08:57:39 EDT (#)
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number two just took way too long to get to the point.
Submitted by corn_nugget (user info) at 2006-09-26 08:55:57 EDT (#)
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:(
Submitted by stevie_says (user info) at 2006-09-26 08:46:55 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by darko (user info) at 2006-09-26 08:40:54 EDT (#)
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In D-Prime Madness presented by Darko this title resulted in a picture of Gary Busey fucking a girl outside on a starry night.
Submitted by ghola (user info) at 2006-09-26 08:26:11 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Beano312003 (user info) at 2006-09-26 07:52:11 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by Siren (user info) at 2006-09-26 07:26:04 EDT (#)
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Both good.
Submitted by Method (user info) at 2006-09-26 07:13:56 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by indoninja (user info) at 2006-09-26 07:04:50 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Bigmike (user info) at 2006-09-26 06:52:59 EDT (#)
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Submitted by MandaPanda (user info) at 2006-09-26 05:53:00 EDT (#)
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#2 was well written, but I used to have a boyfriend that told me that when he got lonely, he would hang a picture of me on the back of his door at night and kiss it.
This:
He sat there looking up at the stars. "I wish I had my daughter back," he thought, wishing silently so as not to make the mistake of saying it so someone could hear. Then he reached over and picked up Lucy's picture. Bringing it to his lips, he gave it a quick kiss. "Happy Birthday sweetheart," he said, looking at her beautiful face. " I'll never tell anyone my wish."
Reminded me of that, and just sorta ruined the story for me. Nothing personal.
Submitted by MandaPanda (user info) at 2006-09-26 05:51:15 EDT (#)
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Submitted by DonovanMD (user info) at 2006-09-26 04:50:21 EDT (#)
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I'm a night owl, I work weird hours, like noon-8, so I often dont get to bed until 3-4, and its only 3 mountain time.
Submitted by Bob_Dole (user info) at 2006-09-26 04:48:55 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
There are actually 3 other nutjobs up at this hour? thats more than i would have figured.
Submitted by Bob_Dole (user info) at 2006-09-26 04:47:42 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Tough call actually, but sometimes, "sad" trumps "cold and hard".
Submitted by Merlina (user info) at 2006-09-26 04:46:33 EDT (#)
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Submitted by DonovanMD (user info) at 2006-09-26 04:44:15 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Great matchup guys. #1 was good, but just a little short and not as well put together as 2, which was fantastic. Well done both of you.
Submitted by rad1101 (user info) at 2006-09-26 04:41:40 EDT (#)
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