Creative writing contest =)

This is actually the first thread that I''ve ever posted in this forum..^^;; So if my manner or attitude is anything out of the ordinary or offensive to anybody, please do forgive me in advance.

Just an idea..^^ Not novelle (French for -new- =) ) or anything as such..but I was just thinking of an "English creative writing contest". It could be a poem, a short story, a short paragraph, an opinion, anything that involves English in writing.

Then we could all have a vote and see which is the best. =)

The prize? Hmm...^^ please contribute ideas on this, but! An avatar made with "Winner of English creative writing contest" or something on it..^^

*dies*

I am so shameful..^^

Thank you. And I hope the mods won''t find this terribly silly ^^

Ja ne!

Sil.


Doi la bien kho..

How about a little extract to be an example. =)
(http://sil.sinfree.net/stories/definitions1.txt)

Definitions: Ordinary
By Silver Sun (aka Sil)
Silversun80@hotmail.com​

Ordinary.
Such word exists in the world, to describe me.
õ?oAnyone is special in some way, õ? I remember reading that from somewhere, and laughed about it.
I have this theory you see. That people are like peaches, when youõ?Tre idly walking down the aisle of fruit, not knowing which
one to pick. The reddest ones would always catch your eyes, and even more, with the greenest ones. Then, there were big ones,
small ones, funny shaped ones, they are either down at the very bottom, or on the very top, to the very left or to the very
right. And yetõ?Ư..no one would ever pay any notice to some, that are not red, not green, not big, not small, not in a
noticeable position, and even to the stage where those peaches have became rotten, they will still rot in such ordinary way.
I am an ordinary person. Nothing was special about me. Sometimes I wish I had done bad in school if not good. Sometimes I
wish I was ugly, if not pretty. Sometimes I wish I was rude, if not polite. But no, I am just me, plain ordinary.
I was the second child in an ordinary English family. My parents have both retired. Father goes to his bowling club every
Sunday mornings, and mother spends most of her time at the local hairdresserõ?Ts gossiping about. I have an older sister, Mina.
Mina is small town a lawyer, she doesnõ?Tt earn millions or such, but can still afford to go clubbing most Saturday nights. My
younger brother, Samuel, attends at a small London college. And I, I work as a secretary in a small publishing company.
I have an apartment, on the third floor, have a kitchen on my own, a living room, though tiny. I have a small fireplace, and
a balcony. I donõ?Tt have a cat, nor a dog, but I have a fish. I also have a neighbour, Mrs.Phillipes, an old lady, who owns
five bloody cats, her air is so cat-ish, so very, that sometimes itõ?Ts scary.
There isnõ?Tt much to say about my work life. My boss, Richard Kellington, is a rather cute chap, I doubt that heõ?Ts single, but
I make sure to flash him my brightest smile every time he walks passõ?Ưexcept when Iõ?Tm eating something from behind the desk.
Marie, the receptionist, shares the same õ?ostationõ? as I do. I get paid every Thursday, sometimes I get bonus, sometimes I
donõ?Tt.
Weekdays I work, and on weekends, I go to the weekly õ?oMeetingõ?. The õ?oMeetingõ? is probably what I look forward to the most. I
meet up with a bunch of single girls, discuss self-help books, plot and plan õ?oour futureõ? relationships. Ray works five
hundreds metres away from my apartment, she owns a small confectionary shop, is thirty three, though sheõ?Td never admit it,
and of course, is single. Lita, is a tall brunette, divorced, thirty five, the oldest of us all, and is a bus driver. Ami, a
doctor, is richer than all of us combined, but yes she shares all that life of a loyal *********dom. Mina, my own sister
joins us sometimes, but she is the luckiest of all, she has a boyfriend. Though one would consider their relationship a
strange one, on and off, off and on one, Minaõ?Td never have to complain about her *** life. After all, why complain, weõ?Tre all
just a bunch of celibate, desperate women.
Every second Sunday of the month, we have a family reunion tea. Family reunions are unhealthy business, Iõ?Td rather think. We
sit around, do nothing, munch fatty biscuits, with no less fatty cottage cheese. Shelby, my motherõ?Ts long time friend would
come and join us, much to my great relief, because she keeps my mother occupied. Though sometimes, Shelby, is so bloody
inconsiderate.
õ?oSerena, dear, you know, from this angle, it looks as if you have a double chinõ?Ư.so have you got a boyfriend yet?õ?
And it isnõ?Tt all about Shelby, she always talks about her son, Darien Diver. I am sick of that name. I swear if I hear it
once again, Iõ?Td puke. Oh, alright, so he is a doctor, he earns ten thousands pounds per month, and heõ?Ts divorced. Goody, I
canõ?Tt wait to meet him. Jolly crighty, mighty, I canõ?Tt wait. Joy oh joy! No one ever knows what my mother and Shelby are
plotting against me. It is so bloody obvious sometimes, that I wonder why Shelby and mum just donõ?Tt say it out loud: õ?o Do get
together with Darien will you? You two are two sad, pathetic persons, and Serena, donõ?Tt be a brainless git, he is rich,
bloody rich!õ?.
Thenõ?Ưthere was last Sunday. Everything was perfectly normal, dad was asleep on the couch, Sam yawning over the football
match, Mina and I cutting the cheese into shapes, untilõ?T I heard Shelbyõ?Ts familiar voice.
õ?oSerena, dear, Christmas is coming real soon.õ?
õ?oYes, Shelbyõ?
õ?oThereõ?Ts a pre-Christmas buffet next week in Merringtonõ?
Ok..where is this going?
õ?oYes?õ?
õ?oWellõ?Ưwhy donõ?Tt you come for a change? Iõ?Tm sure the buffet would do you some goodõ? õ?" Meaning, why donõ?Tt you stop eating,
youõ?Tre bloody big, Serena.
õ?oIõ?Tll see what I can doõ?Ư.but I doubt I could comeõ?ƯShelbyõ?
Then my mum got up, looked up from her cup of tea, smiled at me sweetly, and spoke in her cheeriest voice.
õ?oOh, Serena, dear, you must come! Darien is going to be thereõ?
Dear god, sometimes I wish my life would be just a little more ordinary.
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I didnõ?Tt have the heart to admit at the time, that I was truly desperate, and that going to this Christmas Buffet wasnõ?Tt only
for my motherõ?Ts sake, but also for my own. Believe it or not, single women do not get tired of looking for Mr.Right. And no, our lives arenõ?Tt really like in the novels, we are not heroic, independent, strong and lean single women. We are a punch of
pathetic losers, who sit around all day, and pretty much do nothing.
I was looking forward to meeting this Darien Diver. After all, his income certainly wasnõ?Tt a big problem for me (the divorced
part, and the fact that he is Shelbyõ?Ts son, might matter somehow, though). So I got there half past noon, fashionably late,
exactly the right time to miss out on the not-so-wonderful food, yet, manage to have the lovely desert all the same. (^_^)
I walked through the door, flashing õ?ounclesõ?, õ?oauntiesõ?, õ?ocousinsõ?, õ?oniecesõ?, õ?onephewsõ?, and õ?owhats notõ? my brightest smile
possible.
õ?oMum, where is Mina?õ?
õ?oSome sudden business to attend to.õ? My mother replied in her always so cheerful tone.
õ?oI suppose Samuel has a live altering meeting, too?õ?
She kissed my cheeks soundly, and mumbled. õ?oYes, darlingõ?.
I looked over to Shelby, who almost looked red at the time.
õ?oYou look gorgeous as always, Serena.õ?
I smiled back at her, why couldnõ?Tt she just get on with it already.
õ?oOh, Serena, thereõ?Ts someone Iõ?Td like you to meet.õ?
Ah, there is the catch.
So, Shelby and my mother, both were tugging at my arms in a ridiculous manner, dragged me to the end of the room.
By the doors, I saw dad, and a dark-hair man talking. hmm...they don''''t seem to enjoy their converstation much.
õ?oOh, Darien! You must meet Serena!õ?
As, so there was the infamour man himself.
As the man turned around, I, for the first time, saw someone looking close to Rhett Butler.
He was tall, dark and handsome. Black hair fell on his forehead, his eyes bored into my own, and with a cooling of the
shoulders, he nodded at me. I would not waste my time describing this man, for it is really a waste of paper and ink,
describing this man. I guess, it is one of those you must see to understand things.
õ?oHello thereõ? He said.
õ?oHello thereõ? I numbly answered back.
I blinked. Mother and Shelby had disappearedõ?Ưin the blink of my eye. How convenient, why donõ?Tt I just have a sign on my
forehead, reading: õ?oI am desperate. Get with me, or else?õ?.
õ?oSoõ?Ư.õ?
õ?oAhemõ?Ư- He cleared his throat- Darien Diverõ?
õ?oSerena Farrarõ?
õ?oRightõ?Ưõ?
õ?oYesõ?Ưõ?
õ?oI seeõ?Ưõ?
õ?oYes..õ?
Such productive conversation. He shifted his eyebrows uncomfortably, and after what seemed like an endless coughing fit, he
spoke.
õ?oI errõ?ƯI have to go nowõ?Ư.so yes..I guessõ?ƯIõ?Tll see you laterõ?.
Just like that, Darien Diver turned his back to me, slowly, or as he wanted me to believe it was slow, started moving forward
the desert table, taking his coat in his handõ?Ưand disappeared.
I blinked.
Great.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
As I got back to my humble flat that night, I just started thinking. Really think. About life, about who I am, about the
people whom I love, even those I hate.
I started thinking about Darien Diver, about Mum, dad, Mina, Sam, Lita, Ami, Ray, Shelby, my neighbour, the girl whom I see
on the bus everymorning, the lady with the flowers that always stands infront of my building.
Everyone....everything......
And for the first time, I realized something that Iõ?Tve always been so wrong, and blinded to see.
Life can''''t be ordinary....it just doesn''''t work that way.
My life isnõ?Tt ordinary.
The people I know arenõ?Tt ordinary.
And....I am not ordinary.
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Emails are greatly appreciated.
^_^ Thank you.
Sil-chan

Doi la bien kho..

Được britneybritney sửa chữa / chuyển vào 21:34 ngày 16/08/2003

Hey, I really like your collected creative writing. Why don''t you go on with that? Hope that I will have something to read next time I log in.

Thank you very much, Thuy Ngoc, for your kindest comment.
=)
I feel encouraged as ever.....so I''ve decided to open a new thread for my stories. Please check out "Whirlwind of Fate" by Sil.
=)
Thank you again. And I hope you enjoy it.

Doi la bien kho..

well, I really wonder if Serena is going to meet Darien once again You know what, this story seems rather similar to the first part of "Bridget Jone''s diary". She used to be a single and there was completely nothing extra-ordinary in her life... but it suddenly moved to another page when she met the 2 guys, I don''t remember their names. Will this Darien be someone special for Serena and give her a brand new exciting life
Hmmmmmmmmz, I really wanna write sth and join in this writing contest but the fact is that school year is coming really soon and a tough test is waiting for me, all of my English books are now lying on my desk...., hope you guys will continue contributing to this remarkable topic
So close no matter how far... I have you in my heart and nothing else matters...

=)
It is indeed inspired by Bridget Jones Diary..I had no idea people actually read the novel in Hanoi.
Great pick-up. Very sharp eyes.
*huggles*

Doi la bien kho..

Hey Sil, is it right that the story was written by you or it is just collected by you? If that''s true, your English is completely excellent, indeed. I like such creative writings very much because they are not as tough to read as other things and they are very fascinating and relaxing, alsk, I''ll take time to read your new post. Hope you''ll send more. Vote for you 5*Thuy Ngoc

Thanks a whole bunch Thuy Ngoc =)
It''s for people like you that makes it worthwhile to write (Naah..I just write because I am a sad sad loser and have no life whatsoever).
*hugs you*

Doi la bien kho..

Sil, I have to confess that you''re a gifted writer. No wonder if you''re gonna be a well known author someday Hey, I still can''t guess who you are. We have 3 students left until this moment. You can''t be Tran Duong since she''s just fled to the US a week ago, you''re not Linh so the only name left is Thu. But actually Thu''s studying in Singapore at the moment and as far as I remember, you''re in London. So finally who are you????
BTW, have you written the second part of this story yet?
So close no matter how far... I have you in my heart and nothing else matters...

=P
*pats Britney on the back*
I''m not Thu, Linh or Duong..^^ and I am not in London or Singapore (Although I know OF all of them just by names). And I have left quite a few years ago..so you may not know who I am at all..^^;;..Hope your brain doesn''t get too tired.
*hugs you* =) But again, thanks a whole lot. I appreciate it.
I have written the second part..but I''m in the middle of revising..^^;;..things (school + work + people) are getting to me at the moment, I''m actually busy! (o_o As unbelievable as that is..^^ ).
I have alot of other unfinished pieces here and there though..^^
<-- talks too much
<-- too mysterious
=)

Doi la bien kho..