Only 4 more days to get your entries in! If you need some extra help, let me know and I'll tell you how music shapes your world.
The CVil war returns in full force this month with a new prompt, and the winners from January's CVil War! Every month, the literature Community Volunteers post individual prompts that pits the literature community against each other—for the sake of literature! While the monthly battle wages on, you're tasked with responding to one of our prompts (and only one! You must pick a side.) in the hopes of becoming the sole champion, and winner of that month's prizes. Read on to find out what March's prompt entails!
This month is all about music and the influence it has on your world or your characters within that world. In real life, music is everywhere and plays a role in almost all entertainment. How is music used creatively in your story, to be unique and set it apart from what people would expect? For a fantasy story or poem, music could go hand in hand with magic. Or, in a romantic setting, music could be used in creative ways. You may write prose or poetry for this prompt.
If you'd like an extra task: Comment below and I'll tell you how music shapes your world, but you'll have to figure out the rest.
So get out your guitar and get playin', lad.
The Rules and Prizes of War
The best storyteller of this battle, whose literary work exceeds all others, shall receive:
- 3 Month Core Membership or equivalent in points!
- A wondrous piano to suit all musical needs
- 1 Month Core Membership or equivalent in points!
- A trophy in the shape of a harp.
Besides the rules in the prompt above, you must comment your submission below by April 9th 11:59 PDT. In your comment, please also include whether you'd like Points or a Core Membership if you win. Winners and next month's prompt will be posted on (or just after) April15th, 2017.
Winner's of January's Prompt
First place goes to:
Unwelcome GuestHector meandered through the open air marketplace with his hands shoved into the pockets of his dark trench coat. Elbows tucked in at his sides, he watched his feet as he walked. He strolled alone, though surrounded by many. The booming voices of vendors enticing the passing crowds didn’t reach him, nor did the lively plucking of stringed instruments emanating from somewhere near the center of the court. Little caught his attention anymore, not now. He spun the wedding band around his ring finger and the next intake of breath stabbed his lungs. The soft, alluring scent of honeyed bread pained his nostrils, the aroma of the pastries far too much like home.
His shoulders bowed inward and he stared unblinking at his boots, at the buckles clinking as he placed foot after foot from one stone paver to the next, one foot per tile of the grid. One, two, three…his chest trembled and he clenched his fists inside his pockets…four, five, six he counted his steps to restrain his t
And our runner up:
Lavender The albino swept his locks out of his face before picking up his assault rifle. “Follow me,” he commanded, the others scrambling to their feet.
Emro frowned, locking his eyes on the lieutenant. “But… where? We’re surrounded from every side.”
Xepher stared into darkness, a maze of narrow hallways before him. “Just follow.”
He had no plan. Yet, the cold embrace she gave him, her arms gently wrapped around his shoulders, they tried to tell him it was going to be alright.
He didn’t believe it. Not from her. She'd hurt him more than once.
She put her hand on his, a chill a
If you are a disloyal turncoat, then go defect to the evil doughboycafe's team for her prompt.
But if you are a good and honest person, join my side, and have an adventure! Get writing!