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#421
Nice stories folks.

Best Writing Technique: I'm going with Sinitrena here by a razor thin margin.  Excellent use of imagery (shadows that had danced before in mirrors and nooks now went to sleep in the darkness; ...the breeze in the storm of her mind) is sometimes marred by unimaginative excess (...the blood running through her veins could outpace a cheetah).  There were numerous typos and preposition swaps: the the threads, doubts sat in, sat to the feet, passed the staged, through towards her....).  But this is tempered by a strong story design with a cynical beginning, followed by revelation, followed by the ultimate revelation in the awesome twist ending.  Reiter's story also had some powerful phrases, especially based on strong choice of words: ...curtain have (sic) fallen on what was free, wild, hideous and beautiful; forth came the Rainbow hosts, beautiful and nebulous and resplendent.  But his (her?) story suffered from a density of content that made especially the first half extremely difficult to decipher.  I take a bit of liberty mashing some terms together, but if the Fallen Wyrm had only protected against the Deplorable Signs on the Oak of Agonies, couldn't he Alpha-All-Father then Sing-Shape the Egg Beyond Time into a Radiant Risen Omega World-Mother on the Bridge-Beyond-Bridges with a smidge of Prismatic Grace upon the Limitless Keystone?  :P  However, given that real religious texts come across as just as baffling without careful parsing, and given that that section of the story was identified as a sedition against progress religious text by the Containment Bureau, I suppose the confusing way that the Emissary of the Endless Moth conveyed his message was justified.  Yet, this is a story competition, and that was a bit of a hard slog in places, so point goes to Sinitrena.  :)

Best Character(s): My vote again goes to Sinitrena, by default since Reiter's story lacked any kind of character development.  This is not to diminish the powerful arc of character development in Sinitrena's work: Harusech's faith journey is quite ambitious and well-executed, and the layers of Ktosep's character is impressive given the brevity of his part in the story.

Best Revelation: This category is truly agonising to decide.  I thought Sinitrena's revelation of the revelation was brilliant and powerful, but I also was impressed by the infinite complexity of the divine as expressed by Reiter.  I think in the end I'm going to have to (by a hair) vote for Sinitrena, simply because she clearly communicated a nuanced and layered revelation in a clever but heartbreaking manner.
#422
God the Father

   The president smiled using his sincerest game-show host smile.  When the applause died he leaned into his vowels like a road worker from Queens.  “My fellow Americans, climate change is a hoax.  It's a hoax.  Perpetrated by an unholy alliance between the Democrats and the shadowy Migrant Workers Terrorist Front.  It's a screen for raising your taxes to pay for mandatory vaccines that will give you all autism and breast cancer.  Yes, even you men.  It'll hit you right here, by the heart.  You know how I know?  God told me.  True story.”

     There was another roar of applause from the crowd.  Someone rang a cowbell, and there were a few happy gun shots into the air.  The president nodded benignly, basking in the adulation of the unwashed hillbilly masses. 

   And then there was a clap of thunder and the sky itself ripped in twain.  A shaft of pure white light shot down from the gap, followed by a gigantic foot and then another.  A huge human shaped figure eased itself down towards the ground, its face sporting a magnificent white beard that stretched down to its knees, it's head beaming with a shock of hair that would make Einstein envious.  He wore a simple garment, half-robe, half-toga.  The gigantic figure landed on the field next to the rally, its knees bent gracefully like a ballerina's.  When it straightened it must have stood a thousand feet tall.

   The president squinted in confusion.  “Who the hell are you?”

   â€œI AM GOD!”

   The crowd stood gape-jawed, staring at the magnificent figure towering over them.  One by one they began rapturously falling to their knees.  The president sneered jealously, but quickly hid the expression behind a studied mask of self-importance.  How dare someone try to upstage him?!  This was going to call for some serious spin.

   â€œLo!” the president spoke.  “God attends my rallies, not the other guy's!  If I told you once, I've told you a thousand times.  God votes Republican!”

   â€œHA HA HA!” God laughed, again bending his knees to do another ballet plié.  “I DOUBT I COULD NAVIGATE YOUR CONVOLUTED IMMIGRATION SYSTEM IN ORDER TO REGISTER.  NO, I HAVE DESCENDED TO EARTH FOR THE GRAVITATIONAL RESISTANCE.  IT'S LEG DAY!”

   â€œVery amusing, Lord!” the president said fawningly.  “You see, folks?  The border wall is working!  But maybe I shouldn't have made it quite so high.  My bad.  Say, Lord, that's some nice light skin you've got there....”

   â€œYES, I NEED TO GET OUT MORE.  MY USUAL GYM IS CLOSED FOR RENOVATIONS, SO I THOUGHT, WHAT THE HEY, I'LL GET SOME FRESH AIR AND EXERCISE THE OLD FASHION WAY.  SIX HUNDRED THIRTEEN THOUSAND EIGHT HUNDRED AND THREE!”

   â€œLook at that, will you?” The president said admiringly.  “God loves exercise.  That's why you should all exercise your right to vote next month.  Throw the whole family in the back of the pickup and come out to vote for the only person who ever-”

   â€œSIX HUNDRED THIRTEEN THOUSAND EIGHT HUNDRED AND FOUR!”

   Oh god, the president thought, why the hell is he exercising?

   â€œI CAN READ THOUGHTS, YOU KNOW.  I AM EXERCISING TO KEEP IN PEAK PHYSICAL CONDITION.  ONE DOESN'T GET THE BODY OF A GOD BY SITTING ON THE SOFA AND EATING POTATO CHIPS.  JUST LOOK AT WHAT HAPPENED TO ADONIS AFTER THE GREEKS STOPPED WORSHIPPING HIM!”

   Oh god, the president thought, and then immediately regretted it.  Why isn't he wearing any pants?!?

   â€œHEY, SHAME IS FOR PEOPLE THAT HAVE STUFF TO BE ASHAMED OF!"

   Oh god, the president thought again, despite himself.  There's no amount of exercise that's going to tauten up that old-man junk!

   â€œSIX HUNDRED THIRTEEN THOUSAND EIGHT HUNDRED AND FIVE.  I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW I HAVE A MIRACULOUS OINTMENT FOR THAT.  AND ANOTHER THING-”

   Suddenly there was another, smaller shaft of light to the other side of the rally.  “Hey, Dad?  Wanna play some catch?”

   â€œOH, HEY SON!  SORRY, DADDY'S BUSY.  THE WORLD DOESN'T JUST RUN ITSELF YOU KNOW.  SIX HUNDRED THIRTEEN THOUSAND EIGHT HUNDRED AND SIX....”

   â€œYou always say that, Dad!” the smaller shaft of light said.  “Why can't we have some quality time, once in a while?  You know, talk about guy things?

   â€œJESUS, HAVE YOU DONE YOUR HOMEWORK?” God asked with just a hint of exasperation.

   â€œYou never ask Lester about his homework!!” the more diminutive light whined.

   â€œTHE LESTERITES HAVE THEIR PRAYERS ADDRESSED TWICE DAILY.”

   â€œOf course they do!  There's only eighty of them!  I've got, like, a billion Christians to listen to!”

   â€œBEING A GOD ISN'T ALL ROSES AND THUNDERBOLTS, YOU KNOW.  THERE'S ALSO A LOT OF HARD WORK THAT GOES INTO THE POSITION.  SIX HUNDRED THIRTEEN THOUSAND EIGHT HUNDRED AND SEVEN....”

   â€œGod!  You weren't such a tight-ass before Mom left.”

   â€œYOU LEAVE THAT TWO-TIMING HUSSIE OUT OF THIS!”

    “Daaaad!  I just need someone to talk to.  You know, about guy stuff?”

   â€œOH!  I HEAR YOU SON.  YOU SEE, WHEN A MOMMY GOD AND A DADDY GOD LOVE EACH OTHER VERY MUCH-”

   â€œDaaaaad!  Not that kind of stuff.  It's this thing I've been thinking a lot about lately, and I'd really appreciate your support.  You see, Dad....  I love mankind.”

   â€œI KNOW SON.  A LOVING GOD IS A POWERFUL GOD.”

   â€œYeah, I know Dad.  But the thing is, I r-e-a-l-l-y love mankind.  Not so much the womenkind, if you get my meaning.”

   â€œWELL, I MEAN, WHO COULD BLAME YOU, RIGHT?  WHAT WITH THAT ROLE MODEL OF YOUR MOTHER, THAT INSENSE SMOKING JEZEBEL.  WAIT, WE'RE TALKING ABOUT A KIND OF PLATONIC LOVE OF RESPECT AND ADMIRATION, RIGHT?

   â€œUhhh.. no, Dad.  It's more of a Zeus-in-the-guise-of-a-bull type love-”

   â€œSIX HUNDRED THIRTEEN THOUSAND EIGHT HUNDRED AND EIGHT!”

   â€œHey, uh, God?” asked the president, presiding over a crowd so hushed it could have been attending a Mitch McConnell speech.  “Is everything all right up there?”

   â€œEVERYTHING IS FINE!  CONTINUE TO GO ABOUT YOUR BUSINESS!  BLESSINGS UPON YOU MY CHILDREN!”  And with that the giant godlike form climbed back up into the sky just as quickly as he had descended.

   â€œWell, there you have it folks!” the president struck an up-beat note.  “God endorses me as his rightful representative on Earth.  To vote against me would be a sin punishable by an eternity in the ghoulish fires of hell.  God himself said so, in his own cryptic way.  I heard him.  Didn't you hear him?  Any thing else you hear is just fake news.  God bless America!”

   But the kneeling crowd continued to stare out in the other direction, silent and unusually pensive. 

    The president rolled his eyes and took out his phone to tweet.  This incident was going to take all his guile and mendacity to manage.  It would be an uphill battle, yes,  but the president was supremely confident in his own ability to bend the news-cycle to his will.  “Hey, does anybody know how many f's in convfefe?”
#423
Hey, can I have an extension until-

Quote from: WHAM on Fri 04/10/2019 15:25:16
Stories will be due 23:59 UTC on October 20th (this date already has a built-in extension into the weekend, for Baron, and to get us on a nice and even writing schedule again.)

Oh.  :-[
#424
Oh god....  :=
#426
Best Writing: This was tough for me.  Minor typos in both pieces, but also several good turns of phrase.  I think I'm going to give it to Sinitrena for her water hunts with cold, wet fingers line, but it was a near run thing.

Best Character: I'm going with WHAM for Matt.  I mean, he's a terrible character, but that's the whole point.  I really can't stand crummy, blurry, shaky cell-phone footage on the real news, but you captured the essence of the DIY news-streamer to a tee.  I liked that Sinitrena's god (well, not her god, but rather her god-character  (roll)) was just a witness reporting on the event, while the actual power that parted the seas seems to have come from Moses' own wizardry.  But, creative as this was, they are both undeveloped as characters in the story.

Best News Event: Well, both are really cool events.  I'll give this one to Sinitrena by a hair, as it was a pretty thorough (from afar) account of what happened, and I liked the inclusion of some details that aren't available in other accounts (the exhaustion of the fugitives, the magic of their leader...)

Best News Coverage: This vote must go to WHAM.  I mean, yeah, the coverage of the event was terrible, but the entertainment factor of Matt's ineptitude made it the much more interesting of the two pieces.  I was thoroughly entertained, which is basically what news has become in this day and age (entertainment, that is).  Plus, I'm a sucker for a real mushy ending. ;)

#427
The Olds News

Anchor Bob: Heh heh heh.  I guess that's why you always look before you leap. 

Joan: Tell my family I love them!!!!!!

Anchor Bob:  Will do, Joan.  Will do.  And now we end this newscast with a new segment we're calling “Blast From the Past”.  Channel 13 News has embedded our investigative journalists in various time periods throughout history to find out what it was really like.  Tonight we visit with our crack reporter Arnie Connors back in the paleolithic era.  Hello Arnie!

Arnie: Good evening, Bob.

Anchor Bob: Arnie, let's start by explaining to our viewers how this miracle of time-travel has been accomplished.

Arnie: Well, Bob, it's no mean feat.  Using a proprietary process involving advanced weapon's grade Neptunium and an MIT dropout named Maneet, we've managed to actually splice reality into an infinite array of parallel dimensions.  I am literally talking to you from the ancient past that might have been, had I not shown up and altered it by the slightest degree.  We're calling it Chronovision!

Anchor Bob: So let me get this straight.  You're in the past as it actually existed, except it's not actually the past.

Arnie: That's right, Bob.  My very arrival has actually sundered the space-time continuum.  From the moment of my arrival this paleolithic Earth I am visiting has been set on a new course in a parallel dimension.  This allows us to interact with the primitive cultures that live here without any possible repercussion on the Home Dimension, as we call it.

Anchor Bob:  OK.  So explain to our viewers how we are able to converse in real time across different dimensions.

Arnie: I'm glad you asked that, Bob.  The same technology that allows us to cleave reality also allows us to juxtapose the sundered dimensions conveniently.  For the purposes of this broadcast we have brought this new paleolithic iteration up to speed with the Home Dimension.  We are literally cruising right next to each other along the interstate highway of the Paraverse. 

Anchor Bob: Heh, heh, heh.  Well Arnie, just don't cut us off, all right?

Arnie: Will do, Bob.

Anchor Bob: Now Arnie, tell us a bit about the era you've travelled to.

Arnie: It's called the paleolithic, Bob.  That's Latin for the Old Stone Age.  This is a period about forty-thousand years ago when early humans really came into their own by mastering fire, perfecting stone tools, and becoming definitively the apex predator on the planet.

Anchor Bob: Wow, that's a lot for a four minute segment, Arnie.  What have you got to show our viewers?

Arnie:  Well I'm here in what one day will be the Sahara Desert of North Africa, but is at this moment a lush grassland and savanna.  I'm visiting a hunter-gatherer tribe called the Oo-Tug.  This is their shaman-slash-wiseman, Urg.  Hello, Urg!

Urg: Urrg!

Arnie:  Ah.  Well, as you can see language development was in its infancy at this moment in history-

Urg: Er, no, that's incorrect.  I was merely correcting your pronunciation.  My name is “Urrg”, not “Urg”. 

Arnie: My apologies, Urrg.  Uh, now tell me, how is it that you came to speak such fluent English?

Urrg: Well, you see Jim, it all began last Wednesday-

Arnie: Arnie.  My name is Arnie.

Urrg: Yes, I know that.  But in our language “Arnie” is pronounced “Jim”.

Arnie: Oh.  In that case, please carry on.

Urrg:  Very good.  So it was last Wednesday when I had the inspiration of combining primordial ooze of a high Neptunium content with a spirit-walker dropout named Merb to splinter our reality like so many shards of glass.  Glass having been invented the previous Tuesday, also by me.  Since your arrival ten minutes ago, Jim, I postulate that this must be an example of serendipitous synchronicity, whereby partially melded dimensions develop parallel events in proportion to the degree of their interaction.

Arnie: Fascinating.  And who is this woman beside you?”

Urrg:  Woman?  No, sir.  This is a wild hill-savage that has wandered into our camp by accident.  Be gone, wild beast!  Flee, or we will unleash the flames of our knowledge upon thee!

Woman: I'm his wife, actually.

Urrg: The beast speaks!  What vile witchcraft is this!?!

Woman: Ever since we co-discovered the shattering of reality he's been trying to minimize my contribution by degrading me as a simple beast.  Typical chauvinism, if you ask me.  My mother said when I met him, she said “Watch out for the one with the freakishly opposable thumbs!”  And did I listen?  No.  I was too drunk on a cocktail of desperation and low self-esteem.  But I says to myself, I says “If I can just shatter reality into an infinite number of parallel dimensions, why then, it'd be a simple matter of finding the younger version of me and setting her on a better path.”

Urrg: Pay no attention to the talking wilderbeast.  Hunters!  Hunters!  Where are your spears?!

Arnie: And were you successful, Mrs. Urrg?

Woman: I dare say I was.  Look, I documented the whole thing on this new memory-aiding invention I thought up.  I call it Stone-a-vision.  Let's watch.

Urrg: I was the actual sole inventor of Stone-a-vision, for the record!

Woman:  I suppose you also invented this thing right here?

Urrg:  What is it?  A rock?

Woman:  I call it “marriage counselling”.

Urrg:  What does it do?

WHACK!!!!!

Arnie:  And there you have it.  Life in the past was surprisingly similar to life in our own time.  If my wife is watching, I'd like to say I forgot about our daughter's T-ball practice and the milk I said I'd pick up on my way home.  Please don't whip out the marriage counselling on me, as I've already been counselled twice during my preliminary contact with the Oo-Tug.  Back to you, Bob!
#428
THIS JUST IN!  Baron needs an extension at least to the weekend!  :P
#429
Quote from: Durinde on Fri 30/08/2019 18:43:20
Even doing so, my brain doesn't seem to pick up on certain things that seem obvious to everyone else.  It's part of the reason why I don't post that often.

That's unfortunate, Durinde, since your writing has won the competition!!!  ;-D

That's right, folks.  All good things must come to an end.  Especially The End, for obvious inherent reasons....  I've gotta say it's been a long time since we've had as many works of such high quality.  EXCELLENT writing everyone.  If I could listen to audio books without falling asleep I'd subscribe to all three of your YouTube channels in a heartbeat.  (nod)

I don't actually have any trophies on me ATM.  :-[  I think I left them in my other pants....  I'll try to get them posted shortly.

As for the breakdown of votes, it came down to just one vote right at the wire.  Durinde is our winner with 12 votes by my counting.  Although you eked out a victory by only the narrowest of margins, I think the voters made the right choice.  I for one liked the abrupt start to your chapter; indeed the first five sentences concisely imply a huge amount of backstory.   I've got a soft spot for flowery language, so the purpleness of your prose was no drawback for me.  The twist of the dragon actually being Samantha's father was inspired.  Congratulations on a well-deserved victory!  ;-D

In second place by a hair we have Mandle with 11 votes.  I thought your narrator, whoever he was, locked down the best character category with his raw honesty.  Yeah he's a chicken who probably left his friends to their doom, but he wears it proudly.  I also liked that in the end his mindset was flexible enough to see a new path forward in joining with the devil rather than being perpetually haunted by him.  He's despicable and opportunistic, but say what you will he's also a realist and a survivor.  If I wanted to read about how to agonize over making the right choices in life I could just read the Bible: your character opens up so much more potential for insane adventure.  You are also to be commended for your clever twists of phrase, although I too would recommend dialling back the swearing enough to enhance its impact.  The twist at the end was also great.

Unfairly placed in distant third place was Sinitrena.  I really liked how you presented the back-of-book blurb first, as realistically that's where a prospective reader would look first.  Knowing the overall direction of the story first made the last chapter more powerful, in my opinion.  I found the harshness of Wilfred's punishment at the end shocking, but I suppose the reader would slowly learn of the strictness of the society throughout the book.  Nevertheless, I thought it made for an intensely abrupt ending, which was perfect for this competition.  I thought your imagery of "walking out of the suffocating smoke of a forest fire" was brilliant for the end of an intensely emotional firestorm.   :)

But, alas, there can be only one winner.  So now it is incumbent upon Durinde to start a new competition with a theme of his choosing.  Thanks for the great stories and for all the thoughtful votes, everyone!  I hope to see you all out for the next exciting instalment of....

...The Fortnightly Writing Competition!!!!
#430
And now it is the end of The End.  Or at least, now it metamorphoses into it's voting phase, where it must fly around for three days of desperate mating before succumbing to the inevitable....  :undecided:

But for now, it's voting time!  ;-D  Here are your entrants, in order of smell:

Durinde with The Timbershot Companions
Mandle with That Fucking House on That Fucking Hill
Sinitrena with Kimberly's Choice

Entries are to be evaluated based on the following criteria:

Best Character: the most believable/captivating/magnetic/unique character
Best Atmosphere: which piece creates an unforgettable mood for THE END?.
Best Writing: the technical category for polish, word-choice, conciseness, etc.
Best Blurb: who sold you best on their unwritten work with a clever hook?
Best Ending: which ending will stick with you forever?

As we have fewer than five entries, convention dictates that you only get one vote per category.  Voting will extend through to Monday September 2 on account of potential voters potentially taking advantage of a potential long-weekend to potentially procrastinate.   :-D 

Happy Reading, everyone!
#431
Three entries already, and three days left to go.  How will our adventure end?  Only YOU can answer that!  8-)
#432
Do you mean conventionally soon, or Mandle soon?  ;)
#433
But.... what about the back-of-the-book-blurb?  :undecided:
#434
Years ago we had a fun little competition where we only had to write the first chapter or even the first paragraph of a novel.  Oh, how our imaginations titillated at the promise and possibility of those unfinished works!  Now the challenge is to do the same thing, but in reverse.  Ladies and gentlemen, I am interested in reading...
The End

Requirements: Write the last chapter or last paragraph of an epic novel.  You also need to write a back-cover blurb about the story in general. 

From these two fragments the reader should be able to infer to some degree what just happened, but you need not answer every question or explain every detail.  Ambiguity is fine, but readers will likely find nonsense exasperating.  Subtle clues about what has transpired over the course of the story would be apt.  There are no restrictions in terms of genre. 

Submissions are due by the close of business on Tuesday August 27, with voting to commence the following day.

Should you be tempted to write strategically, potential voting categories might include:

Best Character: the most believable/captivating/magnetic/unique character
Best Atmosphere: which piece creates an unforgettable mood for THE END?.
Best Writing: the technical category for polish, word-choice, conciseness, etc.
Best Ending: which ending will stick with you forever?

S'all right?  S'all right.  Go, be creative!  ;-D 
#435
Thanks everybody for the votes!  The house building bit has been on my mind ever since we ripped the roof off.  But you should look for these other Gritty Gretel titles in the near future:

Gritty Gretel Gets a Job
Gritty Gretel Cooks Supper
Gritty Gretel Passes Science
Gritty Gretel Writes a Book
Gritty Gretel Robs a Bank
Gritty Gretel Busts Out of Jail
Gritty Gretel Backpacks Through the Sahel
Gritty Gretel Stars in a Reality TV Show
Gritty Gretel Breeds Racehorses 

It was a great competition idea, Sinitrena!  Hopefully I can come up with something at least half as compelling in the next exciting instalment of...

The Fortnightly Writing Competition  ;-D
#436
Quote from: Mandle on Sat 10/08/2019 04:47:38
I'm in the last few days of a a holiday and pretty busy but I will try to read all entries and vote before the deadline.

HE LIVES!  It's a miracle!  Or possibly voodoo....  Or even messianic? :undecided:  Of course, it could just be postmortem nerve twitches.  Or zombification.  Or like a cat or traditional time-lord, Mandle has only a set number of regenerations before he kicks off for good.  Or he could be caught in a Groundhog Day-esque loop, kind of like Kenny himself, doomed to live and die again and again until he gets his act together....

But that's just silly.  The most obvious explanation is probably the simplest.  It's just gas.  ;)
#437
I don't want to seem like I'm coming down hard on Wiggy the writer.  He took some risks and addressed a difficult topic.  As notarobotyet says, we're all adults here.  No harm, no foul.

Having said that, I would like to reiterate that I think the story conveys the wrong message to children, and in the context of the rules of this contest it falls flat.  We could debate the moral culpability of Dodger as a character for glorifying underage prostitution.  I agree with JudasFm that such an act is wrong, but characters in stories often express morally repugnant ideas.  "Hey, let's rob somebody!  Ooo, no, let's MURDER somebody!"  We don't even blink at this kind of stuff, so common it is.  So is it wrong for a character to try to up-sell child prostitution?  If you learn a lesson from the story, which a savvy adult who can read beyond the surface glitz and humour can, then I believe the act may have some merit.  For me it's the idea of presenting such arguments to an audience that is not equipped to understand the full consequences (i.e. children) that is morally dubious.

However, maybe Wiggy'd be willing to Gritty Gretel it up and give us a couple of rewrites....  :=
#438

Plot: I vote JudasFm, just a little bit by default, but also a whole lot because of a story arc that kids could get into.

Character: In terms of interesting character, I suppose I have to vote Wiggy for Dodger.  As distasteful as I might find the character, he certainly stands out as a person of distinct convictions and mannerisms.

Language: I vote JudasFm, with Mandle in a close second.  I thought JudasFM did a fantastic job limiting her vocabulary to easy-to-read words, and her metre seemed bang on.  It's a hard comparison, since Mandle's story is so (intentionally) sparse. 

Message: All right, so we've got Mandle teaching basic grammar, Wiggy teaching about how you can solve all your problems by renting out Mr. Bottom, and JudasFm teaching that you help yourself by helping others (or the virtues of persistence, there's kinda two lessons).  In terms of a typical children's story "message" JudasFm wins hands down.  But I think I have to give this vote to Mandle for the sheer audacity of trying to teach a difficult concept in a fun and stress-free way.

Overall impressions:

Mandle: A brilliant concept.  I see your target audience as older children, as very young ones struggle with more than just nouns and verbs.  The average student wouldn't be able to read the word conjunction until third grade, and many not until after that.  I think, therefore, that you could be more ambitious in your choice of adjectives and verbs, teaching what they are, but also how powerful they can be at the same time.  Creative use of fonts could also colour-code the types of speech as a visual cue, and even the meaning of the words themselves could be illustrated to convey their meaning.  This might be really nitpicky, but I would introduce adverbs before conjunctions, mostly because I believe children learn them first.  Also, don't conjunctions bring things together?  So wouldn't his character be more.... huggy?  ;)

Wiggy: An interesting concept.  As Mandle has stated, it could work as a faux-children's book in the vein of Go the F**k to Sleep, but as the rules for this competition explicitly state that the story must be for children 8 and under I'm left scratching my head.  I agree that some of the themes you introduce here (youth homelessness, child abuse, child prostitution) shouldn't be swept under the rug, but I deeply disagree that children under 8 should be exposed to them in this manner.  As has already been mentioned in the thread, your work seems to glorify harmful and illegal behaviour without addressing the full consequences of those life-choices, a dangerous mix for impressionable learners.  I for one read your work as a shock-value joke, and I'll own up to giving it an occasional chuckle as I shook my head.  But alas, in terms of the parameters of this competition, the work is sadly inappropriate.

JudasFm: A very well-executed concept.  It's actually better than many published works: you should shop around for an artist!  I'm not sure why Lots of Ice Cream was capitalized, but otherwise I found the story captivating and the rhyming compelling.

As for responding to feedback on my own work, yes Gretel's was a typo.  (roll)   :)

On the use of travailed, I tried not to use it.  I really did.  I think I even had after all I have nailed in there at one point.  But travail was just too perfect of a word not to use.  It literally means work, but it also has a connotation of suffering.  It gets to the root of the message I was trying to communicate, that success only comes from hard work and hard experiences.  And it's not inherently a hard word: indeed in areas with a strong emphasis of French education it is a first grade word.  As for common usage in terms of broader English, I submit exhibit A from Dr. Seuss's The Cat in the Hat:

"This is not a good game said the fish as he lit
No I do not like it, not one little bit." (p. 22)

I hear the word "travail" used in everyday language, albeit irregularly.  I have not ever heard anyone use the word "lit" in the context of landing.

So, in conclusion, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I submit that the word travail is innocent of not being guilty.  It's a fun word that kids shouldn't be sheltered from.  ;-D
#439
Oh no!  They killed Kenny!  Or, um, Mandle!  Those bastards!  :=
#440
Quote from: notarobotyet on Tue 06/08/2019 07:09:29
Quote from: Baron on Tue 06/08/2019 00:45:54
Page 17-18: illustration of multiple Gretel's

Ouch. My eyes.

C'mon.  It's a common illustration technique for showing terrific amounts of activity!  ;-D
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