REMINDER: DEADLINE IS OCTOBER 31st!!  

Her death had seemed natural, though when given coordinates to a dark and isolated part of the woods where you uncovered a buried box filled with secrets, you began to question if her death really was as natural as they said. The box was old and decaying, but the inside held pictures and letters that went as far back as the 1700s. Letters that talked about a mysterious place overseas, the paranoia of always being watched, how you can't trust anything, and how it all tied together to an abandoned abbey in the heart of Ireland. The last picture to uncover seemed harmless enough, though scrawled over the decaying photograph from the 1800s of an abandoned abbey had flecks of blood and the words: "BEWARE THE ABBEY." When you began to feel as though you were being watched and warnings were being left behind for you, you know you have no other choice but to track down this mysterious abbey and put to rest the mystery once and for all.

IT ALL BEGINS HERE

Hello, everyone! Flashy here with my biggest contest yet. You are all invited, writers and artists alike to participate in not just a contest but a mystery of murder, haunted ruins, deadly secrets, and a quest that may take you to the grave. That is, if you're up for the challenge.

HOW TO PARTICIPATE

Simple: accept the quest. But in your media of choice. The contest has TWO categories: a literary category for all the writers out there, and a category for visual media. If you decide to go on this journey, you must continue the journey from the prompt above either in the form of a short story, chapters, a photo from the box, a photo of the character's journey, or a scene played out of what you believe happens next. 

Submit to deviantArt and link back to me in this journal, note me, and mention the contest in author's comment box.

RULES: WRITING PORTION

• Works MUST be your own writing. It cannot be plagiarized and if any work is found to be a copy of someone else's work, they are immediately dropped from the contest. Only exception is if you are clearly stating a quote from another piece of work.

• Writing may be a one shot piece or chapter story. However, either story must not go on for more than 10,000 words, or 22 pages max. 

• Swears are allowed along with violence as long as it is labeled with the proper mature tag. Anything that is not labeled will not be considered. 

• Pieces MUST reflect on the given prompt above in italics, so a completely different story based around the photograph will not be accepted. You can play off of the box, letters, photographs the character finds; or even start at the Abbey or add in additions that dig deeper on things the prompt mentions. Ex: Being watched=discovering people in black hoods following said character, or anything of the sort.

• Story can be in 1st or 3rd person only. No exceptions.

RULES: VISUAL ARTS PORTION

• Stock MAY be used with consent of the owner and allows for picture to be contributed elsewhere other than dA.

• Pictures can be of scenes during the character's adventure, an addition to photographs and letters the character finds in the box mentioned in the prompt, etc. But it must reflect on the prompt in some way.

•  All pictures MUST come with a description on what your picture is of and the story behind it. Any visual arts that don't follow this rule will not be considered.

• Any visual art form is encouraged: photography of your own, stock photographs/edits, digital and or traditional arts, etc. If you're unsure of your media, note me and we can discuss.

• Again, work MUST be your own and you must not take credit for someone else's work. All stock must have links back to original photos used otherwise art will not be considered.

• Artists may submit up to THREE PICTURES. But any submissions sent from the same person is considered one submission. 

GENERAL RULES

In short: no plagiarism, stick to the rules, be creative, have fun!

DEADLINE

October 31st, 2015 at MIDNIGHT pacific time. 

PRIZES

EACH CATEGORY WILL HAVE IT'S OWN PLACES SO YOU WILL NOT BE COMPETING AUTHOR VS ARTIST.

First Prize : A Fullbody Picture (no Background) + 1000 points by , a 1 month premium membership from me, a writing piece 5,000 word max by me, and a coloured picture by me as well and a colourized pencil by   (points can be exchanged for cash only through Paypal) 

Second Prize : 500 Points and a simple character drawing with no background by me along with a 3,000 word story, a digital or traditional sketch by  (points can be exchanged for cash only through Paypal) 

Third Prize : 200 Points and a detailed sketch by me and a 1,000 word story, a digital or traditional sketch by  (points can be exchanged for cash only through Paypal) 

GRAND PRIZE: one lucky writer and one lucky artist will have their work published together as an original work with rights and split paychecks with every purchase along with a lifetime feature on my page and 1 months premium memberships. 

Artist Limitations :

can draw Anime/TMNT/MLP characters:

Drawing wise I can draw anime/TMNT/cartoons, and realism. Writing wise, I can write about just anything, though I refuse to write something just as a fetish or excuse for violence or abuse. 

   
Persona of YouYour dreams are painted in faded pastels
of small town country homes in the hills,
faded amongst the sweet smell of pine
and the never ending rain that you love.
Your words are weighed with hope and longing
as you tell me stories of your dreams for the
future, yet treat them as though they’re some
kind of silly fairytales only children dream up.
Your eyes hold the weight of longing as you
watch life pass you by as everyone you love
and loved travels the world and leaves you behind
like a tree with its roots too stubbornly deep to move.
I have dreams where you and I are in a small house
that we share, surrounded by cookie cutter homes
and that sweet smell of pine you love so much
as the rain you love dances around us in harmony.
I fantasize planning trips to all these far off places that
we talked about over the years, seeing how your eyes
would light up as we explore the world around us that
you never thought you would get to see yourself.
My daydreams consist of snippets of the  En PassentThe room was chilled with silent whispers. The only thing that seemed to be alive in the room were the candles that flickered to their own tune. The room, circular in its haste, was draped all around with red velvet curtains in which the shadows seemed to play hide and seek in.
Within the break of the curtains resided an arch shape where a door should have been, but in its place instead had the unfortunate pleasure of having stone wedged into its place. On both sides of the false door rested candles greying and dripping with age and wax.
In the middle of the grand, black and white checkered marble floor, two benches and a table molded from the flooring. The firm pedestals of the table and benches twisted and branched out into the floor like veins or the roots of a tree, black in colour. On top of the table, fashioned into the piece of furniture, sat a glass chess board.
The board shimmered in the dim glow of the candles’ light and it’s hand crafted pieces sat in their place  TMNT-The Best of FriendsApril gazed over the horizon at the New York City skyline as the sun began to set. The sky faded from a bright shade of blue to purples. Soon pinks, oranges, and yellows danced across the sky. What was left of the sun hit her face, bathing her pale features in warmth.
A figure appeared beside her and she could feel the porch swing creak from the new addition, it's weight shifting.
"Here. It's fresh from the kettle, so be careful."
"Thanks..."
She felt the mug be placed in her hands and the warmth that radiated from the cup made her skin tingle. April glanced over at the companion that had just joined her. Karai faced the sunset, her light brown eyes seeming to be not brown but ember in the sun's rays.
This had become their ritual for the past few years since Karai and Leo had ended up together. When she had left her father behind...it was a rough process, but with time the ninja had come over to April and Donatello's home now and then and it had slowly became a tradition where they end  Code Lyoko: CrumbleWhat once was barren wasteland was now nothing but a rotting, digital sea. With time, the ground would crack and crumble, falling to the mass pit of nothing below to be lost forever.
Staring out at the vast nothingness, Aelita looked in the direction that would have been the Mountain Sector, but knew it was gone. All gone. She could easily turn to look to where the Forest and Ice Sectors would be, but knew they had been disintegrated long ago.
The pink haired girl took a step back, her eyes dipping down to where she had stood and watched as the ground crumbled and fell into the digital sea, never to be seen again, just like the rest of Lyoko.
The girl continued to play that game of standing and stepping away in time for the ground to crumble away. She stared at the sky, her eyes roaming the air as though searching for an answer.
'They'll come for me,' she thought. But she knew they wouldn't. Odd, Yumi and Ulrich had been defeated in battle and dropped to the digital sea. She waited for 

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