ai_kaze69 Posted July 2, 2015 Share Posted July 2, 2015 Graphics aikaze69| Organised Saga| Approved Key [table=width: 500, class: outer_border, align: center] [tr] [td] I N F O R M A T I O N [/td] [/tr] [/table] 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 - "Desert Love". You have to present your masterpiece, which describes love between two males. It's up to you how you will interpret "Desert Love". So show us your imagination! [table=width: 500, class: outer_border, align: center] [tr] [td] R U L E S [/td] [/tr] [/table] 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. [table=width: 500, class: outer_border, align: center] [tr] [td] P R I Z E S [/td] [/tr] [/table] 1,500 points for all that applied 5,000 points for the winner + a Manga cover card from the iShop. [table=width: 500, class: outer_border, align: center] [tr] [td] D E A D L I N E [/td] [/tr] [/table] Start 02 July 2015 End 31 July 2015 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
firebird Posted July 3, 2015 Share Posted July 3, 2015 Word count: 592 I present to you..."Fruitless" Fruitless He’d done it again. He always does it. He’ll never stop doing it. Yet each time I’m wrapped up in those strong arms, legs spread and heart pounding, I forgive him. I always forgive him. He murmurs a string of quite literal sweet nothings in the shell of my ear, because that’s what those words mean to him-nothing. Promising to never let me go, holding me tightly, painfully...trapping me. From the moment he’d stepped through that door, I could smell her all over him, the sickening scent of sex rolled off his body in waves, alcohol permeated his breath as he stole mine with a clumsy yet heated kiss. It was disgusting and many a time it has made me sick to my stomach. “Derek...where were you?,” I whisper, already knowing the answer but afraid to hear it all the same. He leans down and presses me against the door, swooping down to steal another kiss from my trembling lips. My eyes are watery, the way they are every time he returns home to me like this. I can hear my heart shattering into even smaller shards than what is was before. He sees the silently falling tears and shushes me, gently sliding the robe off of my body so that he could use me again...so that he could break what remained of me. “Shhh...no need to cry, love”, he litters my neck with painful lovebites -no- bruises that mark his property, “I’m here now, okay and I’ll never leave you again. So don’t cry, my sweet Aden, I’ll take care of you” No force on this Earth could’ve stopped the hiccuping sobs that liberated themselves from the depths of my throat. “Y-You said..I-it wouldn’t ha-happen again, Derek. You swore!,” I sobbed uncontrollably, “Who was it tonight, huh?” he had the grace to look sheepish. “Lisa, Kim, Niles? Or maybe it was Andrew?” He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me even closer. “Come on, Baby. Don’t be like that. You know I only love you” Warm hands gently cup the curve of my rear as he buries his face in the nape of my neck. Eyes blank and tone monotonous, I reply: “Even after eight years, I still wonder” He growls then and bites down sharply at the base of neck. He’s angry and I can feel it. In fact, I’ve been waiting for this part. He grabs me by the arm, uncaring of the bruising hold he has on my scrawny limb, and drags me to the the bedroom where he unceremoniously flings me on our four poster queen size bed. The same place we consummated our marriage, the same place we made plans for the future, the same place he rapes me almost every night. It’s hot, hard and fast and I always end up coming but that’s just a conditioned response from my body. It’s not because the man I love made love to me -no, he’s long gone- but because the monster he became used my body for his pleasure and left me there. I’m used up, dry, barren, empty, lifeless, hot and cold at the same time. He’s made my efforts fruitless -just like our relationship. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
vyssini Posted July 7, 2015 Share Posted July 7, 2015 word count: 600 auerglas אַוערגלאַס "The sands of time wouldn't wait for anyone." Aero brushed the strands of his lover's hair. With a forced smile, he kissed the tears away and said his goodbye. It's been five years since they separated. They promised to be successful before going back home to show their families that being together won't hinder their future. No matter how sweet the words, only proof can convince them. They could just run away but Aero insisted to have my family's blessings. He would always wait for the calls to hear his voice but also wishing for the contrary. Because the beating of his heart wouldn't stop even after it ended. The warmth in his chest will just become even more painful from missing him. Being apart from each other hurts but they persevered. That time, they're still too young and wasn't able to do anything. Each families disdainfully looked at them and refute all their claims of love. None of them tried to listen or understand. To their eyes, the relationship is not even worth mentioning. *SLAP* An old man gritted his teeth and swallowed his anger. He raised his hand in hope to awaken his only son. He didn't expect the bastard that led his honest boy astray would protect his son. "True love? You're delirious! No matter how you call it, that is just twisted lust and obviously an arid relationship" "Sir, I love your son. Though you can't expect a grandchild from us, I'll prove to you that my feelings won't lose to anyone else. I'll accept any punishment but please don't raise your hand against him. I value him more than my own life." The corner of his lips raised up. He remembered after that, Aero knelt outside for three whole days without moving with only a bit of water Naoru snuck at night to forcefully pushed down his throat. Naoru kissed Aero's hourglass and noticed a small crack before he heard his doorbell ringing. The creases in his forehead vanished as he excitedly ran outside. His lover is coming back today! "Are you Mr. Yanatu?" "Yes?" His voice didn't try to mask the disappointment. "About Mr. Aero Shirayama......" Naoru was in daze as he trembled. He couldn't comprehend the words he was hearing. He just stood there till the police left. He swayed, seemingly unable to support his weight, he fell to the floor. Everything before his eyes gradually became hazy, his hands already turning white from the force with which he gripped the hourglass. When he came to his senses, he ran out and tripped. "Ha-ha-hahahahaha." His eyes blurry with tears, he looked at the broken glass. The sands scattered by the wind. He clumsily gathered the shards that cut his skin, blood oozed out but he didn't seem to care as he scooped the sand. He bit his lips hard, it bleeds, watching helplessly as the sand escaped his grasp. ............ When he opened his eyes, tears flowed continuously. He threw himself on the arms of the man kneeling beside the sofa he's occupying. "Hey! The flight was delayed. I'm sorry, okay?" With gentle touch, he wiped Naoru's tears and chuckled. "You're still a cry baby...umpf" Naoru sealed those lips hungrily, his hands tightly grasping the raven hair. When the other man noticed his panic and desperation, he pulled their body together and gently caressed Naoru's back. "What is it?" Aero creased his brows in worry. Naoru noticed the hour glass on the sofa. His eyes sparkled with renewed enthusiasm. "Nothing." With a smile, he raised his arms in the air. "Welcome Home" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
grapevine Posted July 9, 2015 Share Posted July 9, 2015 TIGANG WORD COUNT:600 A black and graceful figure of a man stood atop the clock tower. It's a cold, dark night much to his comfort. Slowly, a smile crept on his rigid face. He caught a whiff of an unusually sweet fragrance. Excitement colored his face as he jumped and disappeared into the shadows. 『Would you mind sharing that '92 Screaming Eagle Cabernet Sauvignon?』 Face of perfect ivory accentuated by moonlight matched the hypnotic voice. The businessman holding a glass of red wine remained calm as if a beautiful creature suddenly barging into the terrace of 45th floor isn't atypical. He poured a another glass for his visitor who received it with his most enticing smile. ~ A fleeting music seemed to begin playing, while that lithe and graceful figure slowly began to dance with the shadow. With their hands entwined, they moved and together, lost themselves in rhythmic beats of music. As they reached their climax, sharp teeth sunk in the neck of the businessman making him shudder in ecstasy reaching new heights of pleasure. ~ The beautiful creature stood by the bed, holding a basin of warm water. As he wiped the body, he would shower him kisses. Now that he's done, he could only reproach himself. As a pure-blood of a noble race, he lowered himself and served a human. He couldn't resist the blood's scent. He had lived for centuries having fair share of lovers. But he never craved for someone as much as this. He would seek him again and again. He even left the comfort of his castle to stay at a clock tower. But no matter how much he wanted him, he could only clench his fist and wait. He would come as soon as the glass door opened. No matter how many times they did it, there still remain an unquenchable thirst, a boiling hunger that only he can satisfy. He once tried to stay away and taste another in defiance or at least, to keep his noble pride intact. But he couldn't bring himself to stomach a few gulps of blood from those strangers. His throat felt dry and his eyes glowed in hunger and he started losing his senses. Not even lasting till the third night, he stood waiting in his glass door. From the dark, he saw him standing while quietly looking at his sorry state. When their eyes met, he could only fell on his knees and begged for dear life. ~~~ Leaning in the clock in a trance, the gaze of his eyes seemed to be looking at somewhere else ahead of him. The strands of his crimson hair fluttered in air. A deep sense of bleakness in his frozen heart unchanged since ancient times. Though, a very faint warm feeling started gnawing in his chest, craving, yearning, lusting for one mortal. A businessman opened a bottle of wine worth $500,000, coveted by connoisseurs, but to him was nothing but a gift to please an exquisite palate of his beloved noble. He slid open the glass door and sat on his usual chair. ... ... ... ... ... He emptied his glass and locked the door glancing at horizon. He waited a whole night, it's almost dawn. ... ... Next night, was a repeat. ... Tonight, he didn't bother opening a bottle or the glass door. He just stood there pondering if his noble found someone else. He shut his eyes, chest burning with anger and jealousy, mouth parched begging for a drink. His hands traced the marks in his neck, feeling betrayed. "What am I even thinking? There never was a promise to begin with." He mocked himself. Was he abandoned? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Supercomicbookgirl Posted July 30, 2015 Share Posted July 30, 2015 Exactly 600 words Named Illusion (BTW. Norio means 'man with principles' in Japanese, I tought it was a nice touch.) Illusion ¨When you do good, you'll reserve good¨ That's what his mother used to tell him. tsk... if only it were true. Norio laid on his back, staring up at the sealing, the room was dark, with a strong smell of cigarette smoke, and probably some dead animal, at least that was what it smelled like. He turned his head and sighed, next to him was yet another one of his ¨boyfriends¨, he'd like to think they were, but anyone could tell that was only a one-sided taught in a really messed up relationship. Either way he wanted to get out of there as fast possible, before this guy wakes up. A few minutes ago Nario had tried to get up, but it was impossible, every muscle in his body hurt, there was no way for him to stand. So then he decided to go with plan B; he put his arms close next to his body and rolled off the bed onto the ground. It made a very loud sound, but luckily it didn't wake up that guy. Nario didn't know, and certainly didn't want to find out, what would happen if he were to find him while he was trying to escape. In order to do that, he immediately makes his way to the bathroom. As he closed the door he could still hear the deep breath that send chills down his spine. On the bathroom floor were his clothes. When he was busy hastily trying to put his pants on he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, for awhile he stopped and he looked at his own reflection. The old him wouldn't even have recognized him, but the him now, knew this face a little too well. A face covered in bloody scars and bruises, the face of a person that made a lot horrible mistakes before. Whenever it is that he just attracts the wrong men, or that he just let's it happen, doing nothing to stop it, he just doesn't know anymore. For him this has become a habit, all he does is just trying to fill the void as he roams over this world. He used to believe what his mother said, but now looking back at that time, he can only think about how naive he used to be, doing his best to do good in order to be happy. Though, he has always hoped that one day it wouldn't be like this anymore, that somewhere on this empty dry land, is the person that can save him from slowly slipping from sanity, he knows now that hoping, for his savior, is useless. Cause his savior is like a oasis in the dessert... ...Just a illusion. ¨Hey! what are you doing you little...¨ For a second he gets dragged back into reality by the harsh voice, then every other second seemed to feel like an eternity, as he got pulled by his hair and smashed onto the sink with his face, then up against the wall and into the mirror. That's when he lost consciousness. Norio was sure he was done for. He wasn't sad n'or angry, he was just disappointed, disappointed that he, all his life, just walked around doing nothing, even sometimes he was so close to reaching the water, but in the end he couldn't do it, disappointed that he will just be forgotten, hell, most people wouldn't be surprised if he was already long gone. But, to his surprise he didn't die, 'cause he woke up about two weeks later, in the hospital. Doctors told him that after he was unconscious, he was left for dead, but some people found him and he was rushed to the hospital.And there he was, a tall beautiful doctor, that was a lot like... ...Norio's savior Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
oldtaku Posted July 30, 2015 Share Posted July 30, 2015 One night, I saw a man running out of the bus. I don't know why but he looked so beautiful my hand just moved on its own and hold his arm when he was passing by. I can't think of anything else to describe his beauty. It transcends everything in this world. He looked at me and said,' Please let go of my arm, I need to go I am busy'. I reluctantly let go of his arm and he ran away. I can't forget him. Next day, the very man whom I can't forget was in the reception asking to meet the manager of sales department. As I was walking past him, he hurriedly hold my arm pretending to know me and asked for my help. I couldn't say no. Well, he thanked me a lot while we were walking towards the sales department. The room was empty and I left him there. He thanked me once more and said goodbye. As I was going to my room, somebody stopped me. I turned around and saw the manager with angry looking eyes and asked me to remove the junk that I had brought in his room. I was amazed how a man can be say something so rude about another human being like that. I asked him to go talk to the beautiful guy just once because he was so desperate to talk to this manager. But the manager simply said no. So, I had to go tell the beautiful guy to go but he looked so very pitiful and asked for my help again. I said I can't do anything and asked him to leave. Later I asked the manager what was the deal. He said it was none of my business and walked away. I saw the beautiful guy again and we talked for awhile. I kept seeing him outside the office and I went to talk to him and we would have some food. This happened for a few months. I got to know him better and also found out what had happened between the two guys. He told me he was in a relationship with the manager and he deserted him to get married to a woman for a promotion in work. The days simply went by and I loved him more each passing day. On my birthday, I called him for dinner in my house. He came with a present and after finishing the food, he was preparing to leave. I got anxious and while he was putting on his shoes I said, 'I love you'. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
NightAir Posted August 1, 2015 Share Posted August 1, 2015 599 words. 16+ ish just to be safe. Ruins They arrive in the oasis village with plenty of time to spare, and trade for manufactured goods. Anahn stays quiet as R’al barters with the wool and hides for dates and coffee, and then secures a place for them in an inn. This place different from their own, much more developed, with narrow streets with roofs and the buildings high enough that Anahn needs to crane up his head to look. It’s a mystery, it’s a novelty; it’s everything that R’al reminds him of and then some. Even now, Anahn doubts whether R’al wants this as much as he does. R’al kisses him there, not in the alleyways with their long shadows, but in the safety of the locked room behind the closed shutters, just as promised. His lips are chapped and dry against Anahn’s own, and his hands are calloused but gentle as they help undo the ties of Anahn’s robes so more skin can be touched. When he bruises Anahn’s hips purple when he comes inside of him, he says nothing, not even when Anahn calls his name. Anahn memorizes it, the fleeting feeling of pleasured euphoria and numbed technical satisfaction. It dies down in his stomach, clenching, until he allows his breathing to steady, and it settles choked in his throat and in the water in his eyes when R’al leaves the bed. Hours later, they’re gone, travelling back to their own village to return with the spoils. R’al has never been a fan of talking much, but Anahn in his quest for reconnection, to know again the boy he once knew as a friend, feels it suffocating. For years now, Anahn has lied back to the sight of the stars in the sky and risen with the sun, for play and for his chores, freely and easily as a child. It's different for someone undergoing a coming-of-age ritual as a trader; there's a heaviness to his limbs from no sleep, and the desert is colder at night without the company of his family. He rubs at his eyes, exhausted, and tucks the blanket closer around him. "Are you all right?" R'al asks, from where he's staying up alongside with him, wrapped in his own blanket. He's no stranger to crossing the deserts to trade for supplies from other oasis villages and returning to the tribe with all manner of things, but even now Anahn feels more lost than comforted in his presence. "I'm fine," Anahn grouches, fighting the urge to snap. "I was thinking about home.” It’s hard to see R’al’s face in the dark. Even now, Anahn’s skin burns with the want of touch. His want of R’al, versus R’al’s indifference. When the sun begins to rise, they pack up camp, wrapping up the turbans and shrugging on the robes. By now, Anahn has gotten the hang of how cargo fits on the camel, how to position the packs, and how to climb on without help. As always, R’al watches with a steady eye and an unmoving scowl, and when it’s R’al’s turn to do the same, he accomplishes it within only a few minutes and begins to lead the way. “How long until we get there?” Anahn asks, unable to keep the silence as he stares at R’al’s back. “Soon,” R’al says, and then doesn’t speak. Anahn finds himself staring at his back instead—it’s all covered under cloth anyway, so it doesn’t matter, but it does at the same time. He remembers feeling the cool smooth skin, the broadness of R’al’s shoulders, the grip of R’al’s hands on his hips. He regrets. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Key Posted August 1, 2015 Share Posted August 1, 2015 || END OF ៙BL Desert Love ~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 Desert Love ~Writer Contest~៙ are Please Register/ Sign In, in order to see the links. with the BL Love Story "Fruitless" and Please Register/ Sign In, in order to see the links. with the BL Love Story "Ruins" As promised everyone who participated will get 2,000 points. The winners get as follows, - 5,000 points - 1 Manga Cover card Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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