gin Posted June 2, 2015 Share Posted June 2, 2015 [table=class: grid, align: center] [tr] [td]I N F O R M A T I O N After being rich on contests for graphic, artists, video making, we decided that it's time to make a contest for people who love to write. This month we will have a new theme set and it's - "Behind Bars". You have to present your masterpiece, which describes love between two males. It's up to you how you will interpret "Behind Bars". So show us your imagination! R U L E S 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. P R I Z E S 1,500 points for all that applied 5,000 points for the winner + a Manga cover card from the iShop D E A D L I N E Start 02 June 2015 End 30 June2015 [/td] [/tr] [/table] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
alexia__ Posted June 14, 2015 Share Posted June 14, 2015 Light behind bars -Story is based off of a popular picture that conveys the dialog used between the two characters. Words: 600 Note:Once two soul mates meet their chest will shine indicating that they are one for the other You could say we live behind bars, tied down by our thoughts, creations, society, and monsters. Humiliated over and over because one had stood out incorrectly or simply misunderstood. Yet what ties us back, more than anything else, is love. One could say that before we are born our long awaited soul mate has been picked. So we live our days patiently waiting for this person to arrive. I’ve been told by my parents, that it begins with a warm fuzzy feeling at the bottom of your stomach. Quickly it escalates to a small shaking of one’s hand and then a quicker rush of blood around the body, leading to flushed cheeks. It late progresses, as they get closer, to a bright light in the middle of our chests. Both people will have the same color signaling to one another regardless of how far they are. And then you would have met your soul mate. I’ve heard many stories from the elders about this, some it happened randomly in a mall walking by each other, others were friends for years before their lights came to them and others, such as I, have yet to find a hint. Besides the constant bullying in school, I stand out like a sore thumb, for I don’t have a soul mate. I concluded this two years ago as I entered college. During those days a good percentage find their partners, that’s just how it’s set out to be. By this point in time more than half of my class had madly fallen for someone, despite sex, and happily walk the school while I, on the other hand, must continue my survival against bullies, and eyes. Now I reflect on all of this as I change my shirt after gym class, my hair slightly sticking to the ends of my neck and my glasses in my face. “Hey nerd!” screamed a deep voice that I personally knew far too well. It startled me at first but soon enough I became scared. The large bruise on my rib and the cut on my cheek know exactly why. This guy, Josh, has been my personal bully since freshman year in college constantly making my life a living hell. Yet lately he got aggressive pushing me against things and now ganging up on me when we are alone. The locker room was completely deserted and all I could see was his tiger like eyes as they approaches his pray. ‘When will my day change’ I tell myself as I stand frozen by my open locker, now seeming more like a jail than anything. “So nerd” he continues pushing my back against the cold metal “ready for another lesson” his eyes grin a beautiful white smile that I would’ve complimented if I’d not been in this situation. His large hand is placed over my head as he laughs ready to strike “…what the…” he says and my eyes snap to his face. But his eyes are not staring at me and I question this. Warmth fills me, covering every inch of what had been a cold stone before. A bright light appears over Josh’s chest catching my attention; it was then that I realized that I too was shining, a lovely white light that matched Josh’s. Alarmed I look at him but our eyes only meet and I see he too is blushing deeply, my heart jumps in my chest the light growing brighter. “Wait…NO..” we say “That means we’re….” “HELL NO!” We backed away from each other, but the light would not go away, nor did the bush, or the new feeling that had awaken. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
1978 Posted June 16, 2015 Share Posted June 16, 2015 My entry... It could happen... Am I dreaming? I’m asking myself while wiggling my eyes left to right; up and down in the narrow stinky room like this. Here, I have to stay with lots of strangers who have no future as I do……. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Only having fun with friends; they challenged me to bring out some ostrich’s eggs from the farm where the wicked owner always yelled and spelled on us. With both short legs like me who couldn’t catch up with another friends. So just only me who was caught and put into jail. I have no home, maybe it’s just my luck to stay here, I thought so… ++++++++++ Ouch… I felt a hard object falling down on my body. And yeah, I tasted something fishy and salty.... My blood!! After his head bumped with my lips, he made me bleeding and I really wanted to kick him away to the moon as soon as possible… Then, I tried to push his back but he seemed coma and not even moved a bit. I had to be the cushion for this heavy man? I asked myself again and tried to ask for help from the next one but nobody cared and it’s too dark to gain attention from other people.. I should help myself to stay alive for the next day; so I took deeper breath and used my both arms like a bear hug to wrap this giant body to tilt and free my pain. After I could release myself free from him, I checked all over my own face ; just only my lips hurt and the sleeping man was injured., I don’t know how he was unconscious and didn’t move like this, just make sure he still breathe, that’s OK for tonight. 4 am…. The noisy bell rang so loud through this place. no one could sleep anymore and all we had to jog for the daily exercise, and I had to go out of the bars, and luckily the stranger started to move and wiggled his limbs, then he bitterly cried from pain. He blinked his eyes and asked how he came and bled like this. And why my lips were swollen like a beak of the toucan though (= _ =’’ ) I shook my head and said I had no time to explain, it’d be him to recalled what happened and found out why he could move himself here… Then I grabbed his hand and pushed him up to washed out faces, the new day started and let’s see what we would see around here and yeah his palm seemed softer anyway…. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
vyssini Posted June 17, 2015 Share Posted June 17, 2015 L'Ultima Cena Word Count: 600 I'm inside a small room barely illuminated by the moonlight that shine through a small crevice in the wall. "I love you." His whisper is so seductive that I felt something hot spread downwards. His body pressed mine against the bed. Heat washes over my stupor. His eyes an inch far from mine. Slowly, he leans closer and planted a lingering kiss; his tongue playfully going deeper. Drunk with overwhelming sensation, I closed my eyes to savor that last supper. A warm tear slid my face and it wasn't mine. Then, he's gone. ~~~ "Dei, you should smile." Yan said for the nth time. "..." "You are too serious." Yan straightened his friend's brow. 'so handsome' We are exact opposites. Yan's the friendly, bubbly, all-smiling type while I'm the silent, adamant, overly-serious type. If there is something we have in common that would be the top spot occupied by our names. Dei walked away from the 'announcement board'. The sounds of the students' praises faded in background. Familiar steps hurriedly chased his back, grinning and thanking those who congratulates him. ~~~ Dei woke up with tears in his eyes. Those dreams of the good old days made his heart heavy especially today. 'If only I noticed' He dismissed that thought. Dei grew up in a family of prosecutors hearing about "the real world". But he never really saw how harsh reality could be even when he became one of the Nation's Top Elites. The reason is 'YAN', his partner both in work and in life. Yan shouldered the darkest parts of their work. He did the 'dirty work' unbeknownst to me. Being exposed to hardship and discrimination because he's an orphan, Yan still smile brightly. Then, he has to bear those responsibility we could have shared. When did it start? Yan smiled less often. But I refused to see and dismissed it as stress. I was too happy with fame and power we both achieved. It wasn't until it's too late that I realized. Everything went sideways on their 25th anniversary. An organization has set Dei as their target. When Yan discovered; the gears were already moving. Dei took several shots and almost died. That night, Yan went home. He fell to his knees and clutched his chest. His tears flow, mixing with Dei's blood on the floor. "Maybe it was then, when his heart gave away. I only saw him as the happy guy who chase after me. I can't count how many times I've been saved by his strength" Dei thought while fixing his tie. He is preparing himself for the trial. "Elite? You're just an idiot!!" As the mirror shattered, blood ooze out at Dei's fist. "Sir?" His secretary wakes him from reminiscing the past. He immediately fix himself up and walks to that room. The proceedings run smoothly. With the amount of evidence and his acknowledgement of the acts, the end is predetermined. He looks solemnly to the man who threw his future to wash my blood that was once spilt on the floor with a river of our enemies. He knew everything is to ensure that a safer and brighter future awaits me. But the man doomed himself for it. Capital punishment! He held back himself from yanking the man away from these people. He wanted to hug him, kiss him, and tell him how he feels. 'Did you know? I'd rather be with you than watch your end like this. I thought we're always be on the same spot. Why did you deviate from the path we both decided to take? Stupid Yan!' Getting a look at the person with whom he once had promise to spend his life with, his eyes speaks volume. Though tears no longer flow, his heart is torn, shredded and weary. Then he spoke the final words sealing his fate. "Guilty" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kokuran Posted June 26, 2015 Share Posted June 26, 2015 Since I've never done this before, please bear with me :-) I went less literal with the theme. It plays more around the sense and the feelings of being imprisoned, trapped, helpless, etc. 600 words My entry: Finally Night. And finally late enough that nobody will check up on me again. Maybe .... tonight. It is a full moon tonight. I can see it from my bed, past all the machines keeping me alive. Big, bright and beautiful - just like in my dream, so ... maybe. I can't stop myself from hoping - secretly of course. I made the mistake of talking about my dreams only once. The quick laughter, the open disapproval on my parents faces. And then that shrink sitting beside them patiently explaining that it's normal in my condition for my subconscious to create the fiction of a healthy happy ever after. Of course, I'd agreed with him, laughing it all off - after all I didn't want to end up being called crazy on top of everything else. Fortunately the quick laughter came before I'd the time to tell them all the details. Details such as that significant other I mentioned not being a female. Or that their perfect son felt perfectly fine being passionately loved by another man. Or that maybe my dream lover isn't exactly human. If I had .... well, crazy would probably have been the mildest term used. Tolerant, open-minded and understanding are not exactly the words anyone would use in conjunction with my parents. So I keep my hopes to myself - just like my dreams. Or more correctly my dream - after all it is just one dream. The same one I've had since the accident. Back then I could never seem to remember it. Just those feelings of being held - and loved. Since the doctors prognosis proofed correct and my world began to get smaller with the progression of my illness, the memory of my dream has increased exponentially. It almost seems as if the extended memory is supposed to compensate and comfort me for loosing so much of the world around me. And since I've been stuck here in this bed my memories are crystal clear. Without them I'd be nothing more than a prisoner in my own body. But I have them - and so I keep hoping. Hoping for more than a dream. That somehow somewhere my other half not only exists but is looking for me. Foolishly romantic and utter nonsense as my parents would say. Maybe .... but I've never felt as free and loved and as connected to anyone as I do to my dream lover. To me it feels as real as it gets and so I hope for just one look, one embrace, one kiss before I have to go. Holding me tight, he told me to wait for him, that he'd come for me. Unfortunately it's not my choice and I can feel my time running out. If it's not tonight then .... "There you are. I finally found you and in time too. Miss me?" The sudden shadow in my window moves, talks and turns into ... HIM. But he's wrong. It's too late. I can't move or talk anymore. My body is failing. I can barely feel his arms coming around me, his kiss, his mouth on mine. Before moving on down to ... my neck?!? And then there's pain and ecstasy and ....darkness. Waking I can feel the cool night air on my face. I'm being securely held and carried somewhere outside. Opening my eyes, the first thing I see are mesmerizing smiling dark eyes reflecting the moon overhead. Found and finally freed by him - my lover. And I was right. He's not exactly human - finally Lucky Me. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Befaid Posted June 27, 2015 Share Posted June 27, 2015 Title : ENCLOSED LOVE Words : 480 ENCLOSED LOVE And always things end up, somehow, like this….The clouds scatter and the sun swims in the drops on the glass. What happens, though, when rains doesn’t wear off? When the light doesn’t warm the soil and the mind forgets the colors of the sky? .... This was another one of these days. Moments like this the body doesn’t seem like obeying and it simply stands restless, defenseless. The thought fights with the void that crawls on its walls, thirsty for the desire to bring it down…. His breath, pleasant, was wandering in the room, breaking the toneless music of rain. If I could start again from the very first beginning, his path would be the one I would choose. Yet I’ve never told him so. Words seem so small and……wrong… My eyes were telling him, all those years, what the heart was shaking to whisper… I was loving him, but I should go… For this and the last time the lips ought to dance on the dance floor of abandonment… How dare I though? .... How dare I… me, that have sworn him to always hold his hand, hide my palms from him, inside my pockets? I was going to leave him for a future, a paper, an office… I wriggled on the bed, hiding my face, fighting to make the thought disappear… Right after that I looked at the ceiling, wondering. How can someone reach there, where words seem heavier than the moment itself? How could I do this to him without him being on danger of getting crushed by the weight of my speech? His warm skin made my body shiver from pleasure. I smiled to him ... He couldn’t see though, no, he should never face … this … smile of the ultimate pain, of the last goodbye … Tears covered my eyes and I couldn’t distinguish his face anymore … I wonder, this is what it will be like, when I ‘ll return home without him waiting for me? I stroked his hair, on a desperate try to hold back my sobs. «Mafuyu … If only you could forgive me? » I whispered to him … The breath stood for a moment on his lips and the continued rhythmically. Is it worth it? … I wondered … Is it worth, loosing what you love to a future? … The future is uncertain, ethereal … While the mind can run and the body acts, the future draws on its own new lines on the canvas of life. For one time…me, sleepless, disobedient, I stole the paintbrushes of the great artist. Only that the colors that I am going to use are dull, nonchalant. Locked behind the bars of my own prison, I carve on the wall the days ….. , because I know. I will miss him already …. -Befaid Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Key Posted July 2, 2015 Share Posted July 2, 2015 || END OF ៙BL Behind Bars ~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 winners of ៙BL Behind Bars ~Writer Contest~៙ is Please Register/ Sign In, in order to see the links. with the BL Love Story "L'Ultima Cena" As promised everyone who participated will get 2,000 points. The winner gets as follows, - 5,000 points - 1 Manga Cover card Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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