[Writing Contest] - THE ARENA

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I don't know who to vote for, they're both so good.

I went to thank Perma's story, but unfortunately I don't have enough posts! Two great efforts though, it must be said, and I'd like to challenge the victor.

bluewolf wrote: »

thanks again everyone :o:o:o

Let's rumble champ!

Hopefully you're sick to the teeth of writing by now

Theme: A New Beginning

Antilles wrote: »

"A New Beginning", like your account eh, Spintendo?

And also like my reign as champ

Probably not though

bluewolf wrote: »

sorry but after last time I'm a tad wary of accepting challenges from a new poster

Understandable but I'm legit, I posted something I wrote already in this forum. Received no critique though unfortunately.

You are the champion though, so I'd imagine you get the final say? If necessary I'll bide my time.

new theme: paranoia

He had seen Éabha recently, on a rare pleasant afternoon. The sun had seemed to favour her smiling face as she passed him, all bronze legs and white teeth. Hi. A moment's passing and she occupied his mind for the rest of the day. What a sad little man I am, he thought to himself.

She had always liked him, and he knew this. In fact it unnerved him. Why couldn't he chase her, with the rare hope of success, rather than be forced to address her expectations, and surely let her down? She had said he was funny, and another time had sent him a kiss with lipstick on a piece of paper in the library while studying for exams. All in jest, the lads said, but he knew the score. The spark between two people only they can know, even without a word being spoken. Afraid of rejection, he feigned a haughty disinterest, which served only to intensify her efforts.

Éabha entered the club laughing and vibrant, animated with the carefree joy typical of those still in the first flush of youth. He had imbued himself with a healthy dose of Carpe Diem earlier that evening. Catching sight of her, his heart fluttered cruelly. Stumbling about in his thoughts he remembered a quote about it being better to regret doing something than to regret not doing something, but forgot it just as soon. Encounters like this made him uncomfortable, perhaps because though a man in age, he saw himself yet as a boy.

Her happy, enticing eyes reeled him in and gave him confidence. He made her laugh, but soon the time for jokes seemed to pass, and her eyes seemed to seek something else from him. But what use was he to such a perfect creature as her, a bronze Goddess whose loving touch he could never hope to feel? He makes as if to touch her but is betrayed by his trembling hand. In a moment she senses his anxiety and his whole manhood is laid bare for her to see, ugly and meek and pathetic . She is suddenly repulsed and walks away, making some poor excuse as she goes. Dying a little inside, he felt himself a victim of some ruthless sixth sense possessed by women, as if, predator-like, she had just seen his weakness and torn him to shreds as a lion would a baby gazelle.

He goes to leave, but some abstract force stops him at the door and he turns around. Éabha is beautiful, but there are many other beautiful girls in this bar. He feels a new, hitherto dormant part of himself suddenly awakening, as natural and as beautiful as the day's dawning, and is emboldened like never before. Walking over to a brunette, he asks her for a light, giving her the smile of a man who's worries are few, and whose heart is light. Her mischievous eyes twinkle receptively as she turns to him, and all of a sudden he feels strong and self-assured, every vestige of boyhood discarded from him like a beggar's rags, and now he goes in search of more fitting dress with which to frame his manhood.

bluewolf wrote: »

Right lads, I am just in the door and this is not happening

Either I can post a story tomorrow evening or you can take this as my conceding

I'd be happy enough to wait until tomorrow evening. I'd rather lose than win cheaply!

Oryx wrote: »

I want to wait for the box. What say you spintendo? Oh and btw. Your phrase 'his whole manhood laid bare' stopped me in my tracks. He seemed like such a decent fellow up to that...

Yeah he has a bit of a wild side alright! :pac: