៙BL 'This is War' ~Writer Contest~៙

March 2, 2014

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AomineDaiki

Organized by

Saga

Approved by

Key

.:: Info .::

After being rich on contests for

graphic, artists, video making,

we decided that it's time to make a contest

for people who loves to write.

This month we will have a new theme set

and it's - "This is War".

You have to present your masterpiece,

which describes love between two males.

It's up to you how you will interpret "This is War",

so show us your imagination!

.:: Rules ::.

- Minimum 400 words, maximum 600 words.

- Only stories are accepted, no poems.

- The story must be rated as for 16+.

-No racism, no religious topics, no animal/child abuse.

- Love must be between two males.

-Title of the story is up to you.

-Post the finished work on this thread.

- Read the rules once again.

.:: Prizes ::.

1,500 points for all that applied

5,000 points for the winner + a Manga cover card from the iShop

.:: Deadline ::.

Starts -> 02.03.2014

Ends -> 01.04.2014

March 12, 2014

I've written a nice story but unfortunately it's long. Is it no good for real? T_T

I can't reduce its size because the essence of it would be gone :leaf9:

March 16, 2014

This is my submission, thanks for the contest =))

Count: 476 words

Our War

He was content with himself. Sitting with his back nestled on soft pillow, a good book, fresh breeze of the spring and little clunk chink of his beloved at the kitchen, preparing their tea. He didn’t see it coming.

It only gave a faint ‘wuuuz’ sound and smacked him quite literally at the face. His glasses was skewed, his hair got unruly. A loud pile of manly laughter, the one he usually loved to hear, irked him immensely. He glared at the pillow that laid innocently after colliding with his face then threw his glare at the blond man who’s standing at the entrance of the room.

The blond just grinned while waving another pillow. ‘Could he dare..’

Of course, another pillow flew toward his face. With accustomed reflex, the black haired man caught it with his left hand. The blond didn’t wait either. Another two pillow went flying toward the raven, aimed once again at his face. The black hair man continued to glare at the blond while keep catching all the thrown pillows.

“Moron, what the fuck?! Here I am doing nothing but enjoying peace, peace for God’s sake and you’re trying to irk me? How dare, you, stupid dead-last!”

The raven’ s scream reverberating at the room and he’s screaming while threw back all the pillow at the blond and following it with several little trinkets at the room. When flying those cute fox knickknack the blond loved to collect along with several more pillows. With ease, the blond caught all his beloved knickknack and of course, dodge all the other things. The blond continue to laugh and with a clean leap, put away all his little treasure, grab another pillow and smacked it at the raven’s angry face.

Tons of feather burst from the pillow, moving lazily in the air and several dare to land at the raven’s hair. The black hair man grew irate. He grabs another pillow that lay near him and smacked the blond with full power. Thus, another burst of white feathers.

“Hahahaha, this is war, bastard! You’ll lose, you’ll lose!”

“Like fuck I will, moron! Take this, take this!”

They continued the pillows war. The white feathers were flying everywhere, land anywhere. Sometimes in the moment, the raven laughed alongside the blond. They still tried to smack the other while laughing like mad.

“Well, aren’t you having fun, boys? Hmm, I’m so proud of you.”

“Boys are boys, dear, you know that? Even as childish as our sons it seemed.”

The boys turned to see their mothers at the door, standing while shaking their heads at the mess they already create.

“uh ah, pillow war?” The blond threw an innocent grin at the women.

“Shut up, moron! You cleaned it! Or there will be no sexy time until next week!”

Oh, now his lover is indeed mad.

March 19, 2014

I'd like to join too.. this is my submission. ^_^

Word count:550-570 words

BREAKING INTO ENEMY CAMP

Walking with stealth, a man dress in all black tiptoed toward the stairs. Though the house is not lit, the sound of water gushing can be heard, like someone is showering at the moment.

He is familiar with this house; studied every corner of it for the past two months.

Waiting for the moment to strike.

Now is the perfect time, there's no turning back.

With ease, he opened the bedroom door and swiftly close it.

Holding his breath he squeezed himself under the bed, in prone position.

Waiting for the man in the bathroom to finish showering.

Badump. Badump.

Slowly exhaling, he tried to calm his heart. He is sweating heavily under his cloak. Slightly touching his forehead, he wipe the salty water droplets.

Kacha.

After a few minutes, the man emerge from the bathroom door. He can only see the man's pearly white legs and feet.

Gulp.

The man paused in front of him and let the towel drop on the floor. Raising one leg, then the other; seemingly wearing the boxer shorts.

He felt discomfort around his groin area that made him shift his position. This made a rustling sound.

He froze.

The man doesn't seem to notice the sound and just continue to lay in his bed, getting ready to sleep.

The cloaked intruder wait one, two, three hours to make sure that the man is already sound asleep.

When he heard that man snoring, he decided it's safe to go into action. With much difficulty, he crawled out under the bed and then went inside the bathroom.

Now his heartbeat is beating so loud.

With hands trembling up to no end, he open the hamper and pick up a tiny piece of fabric.

Jubilant that he succeed in his mission. He can't help but heave a sigh of relief.

The worst is not over yet.

He tiptoed silently towards the bedroom door. Then silently walk down the stairs.

Once he was outside the front door, with great speed, the cloak intruder run like the wind.

A few minutes later, the cloak intruder open his own door. Remove all his weird clothing and collapse on the floor.

"Ha! Haha! I won! I won. I finally got one of your underwear Gino!"

The cloak man roared. Feeling really giddy he can't help but roll on the floor while clutching his face. Squealing like a highschool girl.

Ring. Ring.

His cellphone rang, it's the sound of mail.

He stood up and pick the phone resting on his coffee table.

The message read:

From Gino:

Yoh! Aoi. You lost again huh? Too bad!

This baffles him. How can he lose? He succesfully took one of his underwear. And it was not easy.

He shifted his hand and rummage his pockets.

He saw a pink colored panty, printed with strawberries.

"Ha.. ha.. you cursed man! This isn't over yet! Wait for me!" Aoi clutch the panty in his hand. Face beet red. Either from feeling angry, or feeling ashamed at his indecency.

Meanwhile..

"Tsk, this Aoi is so cute. How long did he have to hide under my bed?"

Gino stared at a human form-stained sweat under his bed. Shaking his head and slightly blushing at the stupidity of his beloved.

Just who did exactly win this war?

The new round start all over again the following night..

March 19, 2014

I had to post this directly at this thread.. i'm such a newb.. i'm sorry. I hope this counts as an entry.. :hamtaro-005 (21):

March 23, 2014

My submission:

Word count: 600 "Sorry. I made it bigger but the contest made me press it and skip many things in the story "

Anyway, thanks for this contest ^w^

The War against Time

Darkness overwhelmed this world. Nothing can be seen except different shades of black. A crack of light started to lighten up across the horizon. Widening furthermore, the light enveloped the tedious presence of the dark. A cold breeze was felt, but a warm feeling throbbed inside as if calling “You are alive”… A world that was once created by love is now nothing but ruins and scraps shattered all over the planet. I, a human who sought for his end, am the only living thing that was left. Or so I thought!!

Numbness was craving through my body and making it hard for me to stand, like a heavy rock tightened by a rope around my ankle which is headed towards the bottom of the ocean. Struggling to gain my steadiness, the place where I was nailed to the ground was covered by sand. Probably it was at dusk when the red sand reflected the crimson burning flames of what humans once called ‘Sun’. Trying to catch my strength and pull it all together to finally get up, a hazy shadow was wavering far away through this vast land of endless sand. The shadow was coming closer step by step as its figure was starting to become clear.

“What is it? Or who?!”

Standing on my own two feet, squeezing my eyes to be able to see from the flying dirt, the figure has become closer than before. Its shape became clearer and its presence was off the hook. An immense power was felt as it approached me. Cautiously, my body reacted on its own while stepping backward for a few steps. I felt the urge to run away, but my drugged-like body failed me. I had no choice but to accept my fate. That fate which was destined to end but now became full of unachievable choices.

Frozen in my place with my eyes still dazed, a glance of the anonymous figure burst into my eyes. “It can’t be!!..... How? ..…. There’s no way!... My eyes are deceiving me!” that’s what I first thought but then… Feeling shocked at what my eyes are seeing before me, all my doubts were gone at the sensation of a long-wanted touch. It wasn’t a touch that I’ve known before. It was a touch of a warm heart which was consumed by the coldness of this in-retrievable world. The emotions which were fighting inside of me at the touch of his skin, something I was longing for. His reddish eyes gazed through mine, piercing their way to my heart. A touch of his hand that caressed my face, felt like eternity. Holding in my words, his voice reached my ears “Now you are not alone. I’ve been looking forever for you and now that I found you, I’ll never let go of you.” His voice was rusted by the endless time but his caring tone made my shivering heart rest.

His presence was larger than anything that surrounded us, it was only me and him; all alone in this vast world. His hand reached to my lips as his burning eyes tracked my face. Coming closer, our breaths were mixed together. My body got heated as his lips pressed against mine. “I’ve been waiting for this moment to come patiently.” His words were full of sadness, but his eyes were dancing of joy like a little boy who found a lost toy. Now I’m not alone. My fights against this endless world came to an end as I found the one who was always in my heart, My Lover!!

March 23, 2014

i would like to join ,,,, here is my story

word count:509

The Unexpected

Running as fast as I can, in the pouring rain and thunder storm, with the wind so fast that it blurred my vision and the pleasant smell of mud turning into ruthless stink of soil mixed with the odor of blood coming from my ripped shirt and my torn jeans. I stop, in the middle of nowhere, leaving the dense forest behind me. With my chest rising and falling as I breathe in some air to my lungs, I start walking in the road knowing nothing about where it’s going to lead me, after walking a good couple of hours or so it seemed to me being tired and all, I end up standing in front of a penthouse and I start to laugh thinking who would be dumb enough to make such a big house in the middle of nowhere surrounded by the forest. But who cares, to their misfortune and my luck, I climbed the boundary wall and jumped to the other side. Finding a back door and entering through it I start walking inside, I see a person standing in front of me in a grey tux, I take out my pistol and aim it to him and say, “don’t dare to move or speak or you’ll end up laying comatose in the ground forever”. And out of nowhere I have seven men in black pointing their glock pistols at me.

“It’s ok, we were just talking, weren’t we?” he said walking towards me taking the pistol from my hand and giving it to one of his bodyguards and gesturing them to go. “I’m Hugh and you are?” he stood tall even if I was 6”1’ he towered over me with 4 inches looking at me with hunger in his green eyes as he traced my cheek with his fingers.

“ My name’s sco— what the?”I said jerking his hands away as I felt them on my face, “stay away freak”.

“Oh! Scott Williams right? Son of Daniel, I got the news that he was killed and by looking at you I guess you were there as well.”

I felt my temperature rising with my pistol gone, I might have to fight him but I would never back down “How do you know him? My dad?”

“He worked for me. You don’t have to panic, I won’t hurt you.”

“As if you could”, I snapped back trying to look confident.

“Don’t try to challenge me” he said coming towards me, he pushed me towards the door and I felt his lips on my neck. Wait what?? Did that just happen or I’m unconscious somewhere having a bad dream? I felt him block my arms behind me so that I cant move “ ‘coz I never lose one.” He then smirked at me letting me go and walking away saying “ You can stay here I’ll send you some fresh clothes and medicines. Your father was a good person and atleast I owe him this much. From now on I’ll take care of you. ”

March 26, 2014

I'd like to join, too My story has 600 words.

The Winner takes it all

Paint bullets flew past overhead, just missing Devon’s blond hair as Craig yanked him down. “Careful, damn it!” his team captain snapped, straightening his paintball rifle against his chest like an experienced soldier. “Do you want Team Red to lose?” he glared as Devon crawled on all fours behind the stack of large tractor wheels. “It’s only us two left against Team Blue and we have to snatch the flag at all costs- we have to win. They’ve eliminated our team and you know the price: the losers foot the bill. We’ve lost four times in a row and last time their teasing went too far. This means WAR!”

Devon rolled his eyes. It was only a paintball duel between their basketball team members and anyway, he’d once again landed on the wrong side. Bastian, his secret love, was his opponent, so Devon wasn’t sneaking through the dirt with him, but with Choleric Craig again. For ages Devon had been in love with the star shooter on their U19 team, but never dared to confess. And well, being the guy who always shot and killed your team wasn’t exactly the best ice-breaker there was.

Blinking when he realized that Craig was waving his hands crazily, trying to send him a Morse message, Devon groaned in exasperation. “God, just tell me what the heck you want- I’m right next to you!” Craig audibly gritted his teeth. “You go left- I’ll cover you. Bastian’s making a beeline for the flag- go shoot him so that we can win,” he commanded.

Devon shot off like a rocket. Coming up from behind the obstacle he and Craig had taken refuge behind, he heard shouts go up from Team Blue, but before they could react, Craig had hopped up and with two clean shots, had taken them down. “TEAM RED, SUCKERS!!” the captain yelled and Devon rolled his eyes again. Throwing himself down behind a stack of broken crates, Devon raised his gun when he saw Bastian, for some reason without a gun, running towards the orange flag on top of the small green hill. Behind him ran Paco, covering him. Devon took aim and knocked Paco out. “YEAH!!” Craig whooped. “One left!”

Devon got to his feet again and running towards the flag, pointed his paint gun at Bastian when latter stopped in his tracks and turned to him, about a meter from the flag, his hand outstretched. He smiled and Devon’s heart fluttered- how couldn’t he have fallen in love with that sweet, shy smile? “Go ahead, shoot me,” Bastian said, pulling his hand back and shyly slipping it into his back short pocket. “It’s only fair. Congratulations.”

Devon pointed the muzzle of his gun at Bastian’s heart, but letting out a loud burst of air, shook his head, lowering it again. “I can’t. There’s no way I could ever shoot you.”

Bastian blinked at him, turning a little pink. “W-what do you mean?”

Devon gulped- the moment of truth had come. “Because…I’ve been in love with you for three years now, but could never tell you. I’d never harm you,” he admitted quietly, blushing.

Bastian glanced down, peering back at him through long butterfly lashes. “So have I,” he whispered, pink in the cheeks.

“OI!!” Craig bellowed, coming up behind them. “What the hell – fraternizing with the enemy? This is war- shoot him!!”

Devon turned around and aiming, shot a stunned Craig in the chest. “No, it’s not,” he retorted and dropping his gun, pulled Bastian to him. “It’s love,” he knew and lowering his face, kissed his love on the lips.

March 26, 2014

Join

It's my time...

“So, please stop doing everything to me. l dislike everything from you. Your action really made me sick and l can't stand it all anymore."

After Josh said that he walked out and left me here alone. l fell numb and dizzy indeed. What's wrong with him?

We are the best couple in the gang and all accepted our relationship since we'd changed our status from friends to lovers. l heard a lot that he started cruising others and flirted around but l never believe that rumors. I trust him, I believe our love.

But now, if it came from his mouth, l ought to accept it. Even it isn't my fault at all, he promised me to have only me. l never look for others or feel interesting to someone else but it's him, just him who betrays my hope and my feeling.

Now, l am sitting on the rocking chair. All we used to do, to be together. Then l felt confused, why l have to be sad alone like this? lf only just me who have to cry alone and rolling in this blue world.

lt's not fair!Then l have some idea..

So I , I call some friends who know and remind me about his changing. He is my treasure, if l can't conquer him, nobody can have him too. l will do everything to make him sadder than l am feeling now.

The one who I can trust is Mick; I asked him to tell me all about Josh if he still sees me as his friend. First, he said nothing but I begged him I won’t tell anybody that all I know is from his mouth. And yes, Josh just used me up. He thought I’m too boring for him and wanna get me away from his life because he has new challenging boy, young and fresh as he likes.It’s alright, that boy he hasn't known me yet.

You did to me first, Josh,.. Stabbing my back with your ironic manner to me. You don’t know me for real…Now, I’m writing all details about Josh’s new boy. To see what he likes, who he is and where he lives.

I've figured out a plan to make this boy be mine soon.It’s you who’s forced me to do like this, Josh.

I’ll do everything to turn him on, Josh… And let’s see I’ll make him forget everything about you, please remember. You made me hurt, and you’d hurt more than I do..I can’t hold back anymore.

Wait for the day you’re lame, Josh!!!

March 28, 2014

here is my story~

word count: 595

WAR INSIDE

It was already dark outside, when Jon left home, wind blowing hard, making his body shiver, but the boy didn’t feel the cold. Not today. His head was full of thoughts about one person only. The person, he loved and hated at the same time. The person, who was his best friend and his secret love. The person, he was about to see in a few moments.

He was thinking of the events that took place today at school. He remembered how his best friend admitted to him, that he likes boys. Jon’s first feeling, when hearing that, was absolute bliss, since he loved him too. But then he heard the words, that shattered his world into pieces, “I would like you to meet my boyfriend”. Jon felt like his heart was ripped out of his chest and squeezed so hard that it broke into small pieces. Pieces he could never put back together again.

He couldn’t believe that this was really happening right now, him walking to his friend’s house, to meet his boyfriend. It felt surreal. Jon was so confused about everything, his thoughts wandering over this subject again and again. Should he tell his crush about his own feelings? Maybe he likes him that way too. On the other hand, the other boy might just hate him for confessing to him. But if he won’t open his mouth, his friend will never know how he really feels and he will lose every chance he has, to be with his beloved. Then again, telling might mean losing him as a friend.

It felt like a debate competition is taking place in his head. Should he confess or shouldn’t he confess. Yes or no. No, the debate wasn’t the correct term, it would be more appropriate to call it a war. A little war of his own, between his heart and his mind. Jon’s heart was screaming to just let all of his emotions out, sharing them with his friend and showing him how he really feels. Screaming to tell him, that he can’t think about anything else but kissing him when he sees his soft lips, touching him, when he sees his perfect body.

His head though, was telling him in calm, level voice, why confession wouldn’t be a smart move. First, there’s a chance Jon would lose his best friend and that would kill him for sure. He couldn’t live without him, never talking to him again, hearing him laugh. Second, he would ruin his best friend’s relationship, making him resent Jon. Third, they are best friends after all and best friends simply don’t fall in love with each other.

Jon was already nearing his destination, where only despair and sadness awaited him. He was still as confused as he was, when leaving home. He just couldn’t decide what to do take a risk and maybe be awarded for it, or just keep quiet and suffer on. Those were his thought as he rang the bell.

Nervously welcomed by his best friend, Jon was lead to his room. He walked unconsciously through the hallway, whose every detail he already knew and whose soft carpet was physically remembered by Jon‘s feet, over the years spent there. He only snapped out of his daze, when entering the room. A huge mirror faced him. “I‘m sorry” his friend said, “The one I wanted you to meet isn‘t my actual boyfriend, but the one I wish to become so“ he whispered as he squeezed Jon‘s hand.

The war was over. The heart had won.

April 1, 2014

Word Count without title: 599

~The Wait is Over~

Waiting for the messenger to return to me, I pace the empty room back and forth. The soldiers came home from the war and Charlie is alive. Overjoyed with the news I can’t stand still. With my hands clenched together in a tight fist, I feel the heat rise to my cheeks. My nose reddens and the tears well up in my eyes. With the sting of the tears, I feel them creep out from their ducts. I don’t want to cry, not yet. I'm happy he’s alive and has come home to me. Raising my hands to my lips, I hope with all my might it isn't a mistake. He has to be alright; he’d gone to fight out of his good will and I was certain he would keep his promise to come back. The saliva built up in my throat and I could feel myself choking on my own thoughts. This wasn't the time to doubt the news; I had to think about what I would say to him, how I would welcome him back home, that I loved him so much. I could feel myself losing the battle to keep myself from crying when the door opened.

Anticipating Charlie to be there, my heart sunk at the sight of the messenger. It wasn't anyone’s fault I'm impatient but I really wanted to see my lover. Biting back the tears, I listened, “Mr. Bourdonne, I believe you’re here for Mr. Young, correct? This way please.” I followed after the man, feeling my heart race inside my chest. I wasn't wrong, Charlie really came back to me and he’s here now, in this building, down the hall, soon to be in my arms and telling me how he missed me. We stop in front of a room that reeked of medicine. I feel my heart twisting as I think perhaps he’s injured and that he would no longer be the same. The feeling of fear returns and nausea tries to take over. I don’t want to think that anything has happened but I prepare my heart for the inevitable as the messenger tells me, “Mr. Young is over in the corner. Please be prepared that he may not be the same as when you last saw him.” I breathe in deeply and nod, afraid of what I’ll find. Stalking over to the bed, I see Charlie sitting upright.

Rolling my eyes at my own stupidity for thinking he wouldn't be alright, I smile. My grin spreads wide across my cheeks in a silly curve as my mouth drops open. Everything I wanted to say flew out of my mind and all I could do was stare at him, dumbfounded at how well he looked. “Hey babe, I've missed you.” He tells me. I throw my head back at the remark and leap onto the bed for a hug. All worry leaves me, rendering me so vulnerable to the surprise. I sit on the bed, thinking something isn't right. My hand lands on the bed where his legs should be. I get up and pull the blanket back as my mouth hangs open. Shock hits my heart and my mind blanks as the nausea returns. I look at the empty space as tears blur my vision. He’d come back to me but only half of him was there. From the waist down, I couldn't find any trace of him. I cough out a sound, fall over on the ground, and bawl my eyes out. All I heard was “I'm sorry babe, I could only keep half my promise.”

April 1, 2014

|| END OF ៙BL This is War ~Writer Contest~៙ ||

[YaoiOtaku Writer Contest]

Thank you all for taking part in our seventh Writer Contest!

The choice has been really hard since all of you are skilled and talented.

The winner of ៙BL This is War ~Writer Contest~៙ is coolcat91 with

the BL Love Story "The Unexpected" .

As promised everyone who participated will get 2,000 points.

The winner wins as follow,

- 5,000 points

- 1 Manga Cover card

April 1, 2014

O_O seriously .. i never expected that thank u

April 1, 2014