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After some reply on the last contest, we decided to broaden the contest: It is still a writing contest, but the outline is now:
Write a story about a genie, who leaves his lamp/bottle/etc. for the first time after hundereds of years. How does she/he experience the new century/culture she/he's in now?
The deadline for the contest is the 31st of July. All entries must be placed in the contest folder of this group. If you got problems posting your stories there, we will assist you. You can enter only one story into the contest. The word limit is at 3000 words.
The prizes will be EITHER an illustration for your story made by OR a co-founder-status for one year in this group.
Nothing at the moment! Check back soon!
Genie ZodiacHey there!Genie Zodiac by MaxMed-01
I have some some idea about genies' theme.
What about... Genie Zodiac (Classic, Japanese, etc.)?
I offer 2 variants to do this:
1) The image reflects the appearance of its zodiac sign.
2) The image reflects the characteristics (at least the most remarkable characteristic) of its zodiac sign.
But there was a third way: creating unique Zodiac with unique characters, but this idea seemed too complex, so... if you dare, do it this way.
What do YOU think about this idea? And who agrees to make such Zodiac sign set with me?
If you are ready, send me a note.
All additional conditions are discussed right here, in this entry.
Flight of the GenieFlight of the GenieFlight of the Genie by danio13
Genie: So alone....
A red-headed genie sits on the floor, sporting the usual female Arabian genie outfit colored in orange.
The genie was surrounded by a circular room with nothing but a mat and a table with a healthy rose in a jar.
Genie: (sigh) 500 years later and nothing....Why can someone just let me out already....I'm...I'm tired of being alone...
She collapsed on the floor in boredom, hoping that someone else will release her soon. But more than that, she wants to see how much the world has changed so far.
Suddenly there was a slight vibration that the genie could hear. It kept growing until it became a loud hum.
Genie: (gasp) C..Can it be?
(Outside, in a room)
Sam just bought an odd lamp in an antic store. The lamp had orange swirly design all over . Sam looked over the lamp and started rubbing off dirt and marveled at the design.
Suddenly the lamp vibrated vigorously and Sam dropped it in fear.
Sam: Wha..What the?!..
The cork was pushed out by a s
A World Without WishesShe walked the sun-baked streets, the sun above her still as abrasively bright and hot as she remembered it. The sun, however, was the only thing she still recognized.A World Without Wishes by UberMan5000
The streets of her city, once lined with beautiful palaces, gardens and gates, were now surrounded by square, tan, purpose-built buildings, where there wasn't rubble and remains. Once bustling, the streets here were now deserted, and they were covered in some kind of hard, black substance, like tar. The air was also quite silent, no longer bustling with excited chatter and song, just the hot desert zephyr and an occasional, muffled boom in the distance.
She ran into the occasional other person here and there, mostly tall, white men in strange, baggy clothes just as brown and tan as the dull surroundings. They shouted angrily at her in a language she did not recognize, and when they forcibly tried to take her away, she charmed them into forgetting her, and letting her pass.
The clothes she wore were airy and left little t
Hypnotia and the weird heist, part 2Hypnotia and the weird heist, part 2 by IncredibleIntruder
Everything was fuzzy for a while. The environment was unclear, her vision so hazy that she could not distinguish anything except an endless void of white. She was touching something, as she easily stood on some kind of floor and she could still smell the sublime smell that she could somehow feel in her lungs, yet nothing else really made her senses seem at ease.
The whole area somewhat forming as she began to puzzle herself on her situation, some new thoughts began to pop in her head as colors popped to sculpt shapes all around her. Ivory white walls began to place limits on the endless horizon, confining her to a vast, yet finite area as sunlight made themselves known as they came from open window. It was hot now, making her sweat ever so slightly. Feeling a rugged sensation under her feet, she saw that a rough, yet utterly beautiful carpet had appeared beneath her. Her sight fixated on her, new information was fed inside her mind as she began to understand just what she was doing her
Hypnotia and the weird heist, part 1Hypnotia and the weird heist, part 1 by IncredibleIntruder
Routines, however reassuring they are, always need to be pushed aside from time to time.
This was the thought that had kept on popping up in her mind as Hypnotia was still working through another intricate plan in which she was a part of. The super-villain, still serving the Mandarin loyally, had begun to see a certain pattern emerge from her day-to-day cycle. Plan, act, one of her allies would make a mistake, get beaten by Iron Man and his allies, rinse, repeat. While she did have her small victories from time to time, nothing seemed to conclude in a way that could be deemed satisfactory for her. Things had to change.
Getting away from her partners for one single night, the villainess strutted in the streets of New York City in civilian clothes. With her costume hidden underneath, she began to ponder about what could potentially excite her. A fight with another super-hero, perhaps? There were, after all, a very vast selection of capes and tights in the big apple that would surely be v