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TCA short story contest #2: The king is dead
Hey, everyone! The Collective Anomaly invites you to participate in our third writing contest!
To enter, please post a single, original piece of writing which you wrote yourself in this thread, according to the rules explained below:
[b]THEME:[/b]
Your story must include the following phrase:
[b]The king is dead.[/b]
Someone can say it. It can be written somewhere. It can be the introduction, it can be the epilogue. Anywhere is fine, but it must be there.
Otherwise, be creative. Destiny and Non-Destiny stories welcome.
[b]LENGTH:[/b]
At least one complete sentence, up to a single full post.
[b]DEADLINE:[/b]
Wednesday, September 30, whenever I get around to updating this thread.
[b]THE PRIZE:[/b]
A shader code given away by yours truly. Since it's my code, I'll be the one judging the entries and choosing a winner.
The winner will be contacted directly by PM, and announced in this thread.
Have fun!
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Edited by AgentMizzmo: 9/29/2015 12:24:03 PM[i]Thump Thump Thump [/i] I hear my heart hammering through my chest. Every beat feels like a hammer. I was ready. All the time planning. Leading up to this as I load my rifle. Each bullet clicking into place. I finish. And slide the bolt forward. I sit there and wait. I feel a slight breeze through the window. It lightly pushed against my skin. Almost like a faint kiss on the cheek. I began to get excited as I heard the motorcade come around the corner. I look down my rifle's scope. Zeroing in on my target's head. I follow him for a bit. Six floors up. I stand up to get an ever better view. I inhale, then exhale. Holding my breath. Not taking in another. I pull the trigger, the bullet instantly finding its mark. Blood flies everywhere. I rechamber a round and fire again, this one hits too, brains and bits of His face are everywhere. I fire a third time, and this one misses. Three shots in six seconds on a moving target. And he was dead. My name is Lee Harvey Oswald, and the King is Dead. [spoiler]Keep it short and sweet. Yet let it hammer a very real situation home, and you'll have an added effect. [/spoiler]
