៙BL 'His Eyes like the Ocean'' ~Writer Contest~៙

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[TD]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 -"His Eyes like the Ocean".

 

You have to present your masterpiece, which describes love between two males.

It's up to you how you will interpret "His Eyes like the Ocean". So show us your imagination!

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[TD]⚘ R U L E S⚘

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[TD]NOTE:

"No explicit content. Content may vary, depending on the interpretation. No need to be BL love. Might be, per se, just the inner monologue of a Japanese man that hopes for a better tomorrow. Contests are dedicated to project 'His Eyes like the Ocean'."

 

⚘ 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.

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[TD]⚘ P R I Z E S⚘

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[TD=align: left]⚘ 2.000 points for all that applied

⚘ 5,000 points for the winner + a Manga cover card from the iShop.[/TD]

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[TD]⚘ D E A D L I N E⚘[/TD]

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[TD=align: left]⚘ Start June 2016

⚘ End 01 July 2016.

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[YuikiYaya]

This my stories, and i think this a little bad? (maybe)

 

"Cold Hand"

 

I have a friend. Historically we've always together until now. We are very close to no one knows our secret.

 

At first I didn’t know him, him very mysterious. I also don’t understand what he was thinking. But I was always quietly and put her curiosity.

 

He is very handsome, he's also smart and contrast to myself. Many times I get away he still followed me.

 

I wondered, why would he stay inside me. Why would he still be friends with me though it knew would be my weakness. I had no idea.

 

"I don't know", should that word was never spoken in my mind. A silent night it made me realize who he really is.

 

His eyes like the ocean. Freezing cold hands and heart beats. But I never realized it. It's weird because he never spoke. He just always followed me without a single spoken word. Without ever denied myself and without ever hated me.

 

His body like a robot, I began to believe he is indeed a robot. But for some reason his eyes seemed real. Makes me want to live it and hug him and give him warmth. I want to do that. but it seems impossible for me and her.

 

I pulled his cold hands somewhere where there is only me and him Make as if this fact is not easy for me are now gone. But if there's one way to make it live, I'll do whatever that is. Even if it is killing me.

 

But it's cold hands holding me. plain face it don't disagree mark shook his head. I asked, "why?". But he kept silent and should I know it. She pulled my hand and make myself in his Cuddles. I don’t feel hot at all, just the cold that propagate throughout my body. But why do I feel comfortable in his Cuddles?

 

"Rei, do you want to live?". question from my mouth to his subject. I know he wanted to desperately want to live. But why is her face showed anxiety and not the excitement? What are you afraid of?

 

He touched my face gently and kissed her forehead. The cold made an impression there. When I want to find out the answer, he just smiled and whispered a word of "Thanks"

 

You know what happens next? He stopped moving like a robot without lubricant. He died, he died without giving me a choice.

 

[grapevine]

Title: Regrets About Blue

Word Count: 488

 

 

 

A flickering street light..

A lone shadow whom I once shared brief kisses..

 

He has dark circles around his eyes, his hair is disheveled, he looked so tired and weary.. "Ren!" He darkly said while extending his hand..

 

"I..I" I stuttered, unable to say coherent words. But I knew what to say.. what he needed to hear! Our families became close and decided to sail together and try island hopping. They never came back. Both of us will be sent to different foster homes. It was already decided but he wanted us to run away and stay together. But, we're just kids...

 

He felt my hesitation and doubts. He sighed. He looked pained and hurt.. Those eyes that i liked the most, seemed to dim. There was no longer light in them. Exhausted and extinguished by my rejection. He took out a piece of paper from his breast pocket and crumpled it while looking at me with icy blueness that gave off the feeling like I'm being pulled into a lake of frozen emotions. He turned around and walked slowly. The footsteps were light but I seem to hear them like beating drums. When I came to realize everything, it was too late.

 

That was the last time I saw him.

 

 

...In the crumpled paper was a very familiar hand-writing....

 

 

"My Beloved Secret"

 

I am Ren. I grew up in this rural village near the sea. My hobbies are reading Science books and staring at the ocean. Despite having fishermen for a father and two older brothers, I can't swim. But I am interested in vast body of water that shines like glittering blue gems under the sun. It is very captivating. I never thought I will ever be interested in anything else beside the ocean and aquatic lifeforms. Until, I saw him.

 

Asul..

 

With his sandy brown hair and handsome features. The girls and boys in the class gathers around him. He is smart, interesting and friendly. He has charm and leadership qualities. Almost too good..

 

Everyone is drawn to him and I'm not any different. But what captivated me most is his eyes. They're crystal blue, a lively and beautiful shade of blue, bluer and brighter than the sea itself. So dazzling! They gaze at me and for a moment, I forgot to breathe..

 

Everyday, coming to school early is to greet him in the lockers. He will give me smile and flash his white teeth. I will be momentarily dazed by the playful light in his eyes.

 

 

I don't really believe in god but I started praying since I met him. 'God, please let me be his friend' I repeated them over and over like a monk chanting Buddha scriptures. A year after and I'm just a classmate.

 

This is my secret. The secret about my Beloved.

 

Ren

Class 2-A

 

..

 

 

In the middle of a certain street, anguished sobs resounded though none could hear.

 

 

 

 

[munechika]

An Ocean View

Words: 598

 

 

"...I have memories of

Buying a sheet of beautiful ocean.

In a market with a ceiling of blue sky

I happened to see a man selling oceans

Who, like a carpet merchant, was spreading them out—"

 

"I'd like to see it one day."

 

My eyes lifted from the poem to see Yuuichi's head angled away from me, undoubtedly transfixed by the window beside his hospital bed.

 

"The poems you read me make it sound magnificent! Serene enough to lull me to sleep, then angry enough to tear me apart."

 

"Maybe," I said, closing the book in my lap. "But don't talk about being torn apart; it's bad for your health."

 

He laughed, "What's good for my health?"

 

I didn't have an answer for that. Instead, I placed the poetry book on the floor before rising from my chair. The thin mattress dipped under my weight, and Yuuichi shifted aside to allow me to sit comfortably. My fingers found his hair, and I imagined waves rolling over the shore one after another after another as I stroked his head.

 

"I'll take you there one day, okay? Once you're well enough and it's nice outside, so you can hear the ocean for yourself." Yuuichi smiled as he closed his eyes and leaned into my touch.

 

"I'd like that."

 

In the meantime, I decided to describe the ocean without someone else's words. How it sparkled under the sunlight, how it could be so blinding I'd need sunglasses, how even through all the splashing of kids playing in it, the sound of waves crashing into the sand was still audible. It wasn't as blue as the sky, but I heard in some places it resembled a sports drink. If you tasted some of it, it'd be like drinking salt and it wasn't very good. ("So you've tried it?" "...yeah.")

 

Mostly Yuuichi laughed, at either me or my descriptions I wasn't sure, and sometimes he'd cling to my every word, as if merely hearing could translate into images. But as visiting hours came to a close and my time to leave approached, the look he gave me was undeniably sad.

 

"I'd really like to see it."

 

"I know." And because I could do nothing more, I pressed soft kisses to each of his eyelids. "I'll get you there."

 

"But it's not the same. Whether I stare straight ahead, or turn to my right to the window, I still won't see it." His brow was wrinkled, and his mouth was set in a frown, and I only wished enough kisses could make them all go away.

 

"I know, Yuuichi, I know. You'll never see it. But you could hear it. You could taste it, you could touch it, you could smell it, and I'll be right there with you." I squeezed his hand, and hesitantly his other one came around to rest atop mine. "And you know, sometimes the sea is ugly. It gets grey and stormy, and people pollute it too, but for you and only you, it'll always look beautiful."

 

The smile he gave me was melancholy. A nurse poked her head in to tell me it was time to go, that all visitors had to leave unless they had special permission, and I turned to nod at her before I stood up.

 

I bent down to give Yuuichi a chaste kiss, and when I pulled back, he was looking up at me with his bright blue eyes shining, welling with tears I knew he wouldn't let fall until I left the room.

 

At that moment, I was looking at the ocean.

 

(Poem mentioned is A Sheet of Ocean by Shinkawa Kazue)

[Narumiya]

just to clarify - prince cornelius and conn are the same person! conn is a nickname. also, robin and conn are the main characters in a fantasy world i'm still in the process of fleshing out. so i'm definitely gonna write more about them. (conn is obviously a prince, but i haven't revealed much about robin in this snippet.)

 

sorry if my take on the prompt is quite vague!

 

 

trust your heart (if the seas catch fire)

 

Robin was sitting on the beach when he heard the rustle of clothing from somewhere behind. He always knew when Conn walked towards him; he never had to do anything but listen.

 

"You made the palace guards nervous," Conn said, as he took a seat on the sand beside Robin. "They said they couldn't find you when they were sent up to tell you of my arrival at the gates. And they told me you've been disappearing a lot lately."

 

"Six months," Robin said as a reply, not bothering to look at him. "You were gone for six months, Conn. You told me it wouldn't take more than two at most."

 

"Ah, yes." Conn was scratching the back of his neck, and Robin knew he was nervous and apologetic. You should be sorry, Robin thought, for making me miss you so much. Letters are never enough. "I'm sorry," Conn continued, "but you know how the Ferrians get when it comes to negotiating."

 

"And I don't suppose they also tried to make you marry one of their fair maidens to strengthen the treaty?" Robin asked, and he made sure that Conn heard the bite and contempt in his tone. Sometime in the fourth month of Conn's absence, he received a letter from Conn's aide, detailing how Prince Cornelius had been propositioned left and right by nobles hoping to get one of their daughters married off to the prince.

 

"I told them I was spoken for, but the bastards wouldn't listen," Conn drawled, and Robin noticed that the hints of the prickly prince that Conn used to be had come to the surface again. "Not even the wedding ring I proudly flashed on my finger deterred them. 'We can get that farcical marriage of yours nullified here,' they told me. The nerve of them! I almost snapped. The only thing farcical there were their intentions. I almost came back here with no treaty."

 

Hearing Conn's indignation at having their marriage called fake brought a smile to Robin's face. He allowed himself to let go of some of his ire at Conn, and he took Conn's hand in his and rested his head on his husband's shoulder.

 

It was silent for a while, just the two of them enjoying each other's company after the months apart. When they had first met, they couldn't even go two minutes without bickering. But time and love had smoothed out their rough edges—and while they still had bickering moments with each other, Robin and Conn had grown comfortable with their affection. They'd let the heat of missing each other take them over in the bedroom later, but for now this was enough.

 

"Finch wrote to me that you came here often and sailed a lot on your family's boat while I was gone," Conn finally spoke up after a few minutes. "I'm guessing that's the reason you've been disappearing."

 

Robin made a mental note to yell at his elder brother soon. "Finch should mind his own business," he said. Then he continued, in a whisper, "The ocean waters remind me of your eyes." He could feel a blush creep up on his face, a warmth on his cheeks despite the cold of the autumn winds.

 

Conn hummed delightedly, and Robin knew there was a smile on his face. "I missed you too, my darling," he said. He kissed Robin then, deep and wet and warm and so lovely after the months they had spent apart. Then Conn stood up and tugged on Robin's hand. "Let me show you just how much. Preferably in our room."

 

[addyLicious]

Word Count: 600 words

 

 

CARESS of the WAVES

 

His last moments were here. Surrounded by the vast body of water, by the waves of the sea, under the heat of the sun. His last moments were here. Around my warmth, beside the pounding of my heart. His last moments were here, with me, my tears and my love.

…

 

I can feel the waves rushing to my feet. I can feel the coarse sand underneath my soles. I can even hear the wind kissing my face but I can’t appreciate how calm the water is. It will forever stay as a perspective behind my lids. A view both of us have witnessed many times but has been robbed off me now. All I can see is the cause of your demise.

 

It doesn’t matter that I can’t see the beauty of ocean now. The sparkling water has been reflected in your eyes more times than I can recall and every single time, it was magical, magnificent. Like the ocean swaying on your vision, like your eyes were gems found on the deepest sea. The desire to linger is overwhelming, like I can actually feel you standing next to me.

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I want to go to the ocean!

 

I have always loved the ocean. It’s like a ground to indulge myself, to be free and childish, and you always remind me of it with just a simple stare or a longing gaze. I wonder if the love I have for the ocean still is as pure as before. If it wasn’t tarnished by my anguish, my pain or my regret.

 

Why did I even wish to go somewhere else when I can see it clearly from your eyes? Why did I become selfish? And why did you try to cater to my every whim? Kept on spoiling me? If I knew, only if I knew I would lock ourselves inside our room, sharing each others body heat, never leaving the warmth, never leaving the safety.

 

If I knew I would lose you to the ocean, I would never have asked. I would never have craved for its presence. Would never bugged you to see it.

 

Mister!

 

I looked around, surprised to see that I’m waist deep in the water. A small voice was reaching me, a bit in fear, desperation and wonder. A child was in the shore. That child.

 

My heart squeezed both in pain and rage. I would have lashed out only if I wasn’t weak to the cascade of emotions going through inside of me. Slowly, I dragged myself back to this existence that changed my whole life.

 

Mister, here’s a flower for you and the man who saved my life. He’s my hero. Thank you and I’m sorry. If only I didn’t ask my parents to go to the ocean. I’m really sorry.

 

I had to keep myself from laughing hysterically. Instead I offer my hand to take the child’s offering and apprehensively pats his bowed head. It wasn’t his fault and neither it was ours. He looked up. His eyes were clear, so very clear. The unshed tears reflecting the ocean, just like how yours used to be. The child smiled and ran away. In my hand was the flower. Beautiful yet lifeless.

 

I gaze at the ocean once more. The expanse of it seems to mock me. Daring me to get my revenge, to continue what I was doing before the child’s voice brought me back. In a way I was saved by the soul you snatched from death. How ironic.

 

Oh, only if I didn’t ask as well.

[M-jow]

Contestant Lovers

 

 

Carlo: In the summer 2003 I was selected to be a contestant on Jeopardy! as I walked into the greenroom, I was meted by a dozen other players, the room felt so tense as I greeted a few.

 

Matthew: I was the only gay man there. I had just killed it on my trial show, where they determine if you can go on the real program. I remember one of my clues had been “The Longest song title of ASCAP record.”

The answer was “How Could You Believe Me When I Said I Loved You When You Know I’ve Been a Liar All My Life?”

I was telling the other contestants that I was only the second person in the show’s history to answer that correctly. When this tall, skinny man with curly hair and his eyes like the ocean put his hand out for me to shake and said, “I was the first.”

 

Carlo: Mat had these great bright eyes, with such a vitality behind them.

 

Matthew: Carlo kept butting in to the conversation. He had something to say about everything. And yet we ended up flirting with each other.

 

Carlo: I didn’t have a problem being with gay man since I was bisexual back then.

 

Matthew: A network representative from standards noticed that we were flirting, and told us that she wouldn’t allow us to participate on the same show.

 

Carlo: I had already won on the show, but on the next taping day I lost. Before I left, I gave Mat my phone number.

 

Matthew: I didn’t think much about it because it was finally my turn to compete. I did terribly.

 

Carlo: I watched the episode at home. I remember yelling at the screen, “Come on! You know that!” I knew how smart he was.

 

Matthew: Three weeks later, I called Carlo (we both lived in the L.A. area). He had mentioned he worked at a movie theater, so I thought, "Hey, free movies!" We spent our first date prowling around old book and record stores. I was surprised that we shared so many interests: We both liked the Andrews Sisters as much as Pink Floyd.

 

Carlo: I was smitten. We began dating, Mat moved in with me and we married I 2014

 

Matthew: We’ve had our ups and downs. I was laid off from my managerial position. Then we lost our home to foreclosure. I thought, We’re smart! How did we sign up for such a lousy mortgage? We’re now in a two-bedroom apartment. Carlo is a freelance writer, and I’m working as a receptionist. There has been a lot of yelling, but a lot of back rubs as well.

 

Carlo: We hold each other to high standards. God help you if you tell a joke you’ve told before. And when we watch Jeopardy!, we both try to guess the response from the final-category name instead of waiting for the clue.

 

Matthew: Through the years, we have kept each other interesting and interested.

 

Carlo: I would like to think I know everything there is about Mat, but I don’t. He’s always giving me new things to learn, and I love him for that.

 

Words: 528

[412Chie]

My entry for this contest. Word count 567

 

'EIRIAN'

 

 

 

"Papa."

 

I'm flinched. His small voice sounds like a thunder in my ears. Merely because it's reminded me that I have another responsibilities. Because it's reminded me, I'm not the only one hurting. That's I'm not the only one who's nurturing the wound. And yet, I can't seem to lift my eyes to face him. No, if it's only make me facing his miniature. No, if it's only make me staring into his eyes. I still can't do that.

 

"Papa, when is Daddy come home? The twins crying. Are they missing Daddy? I missed Daddy too"

 

It's like my heart being squeezed. His words hits home. How could I explained to a six years old boy that his daddy won't be back? How could I explained to him that's his daddy was caught in plane crash? How could I explained to him that's even his body couldn't be found? Not even the ruins of the plane could be found. How could I explained to him that his daddy been missing from this earth? That's he left his husband with a six years old boy and a newborn twins. I don't know how.

 

I could only did what I know I could do, holding him in my arms. His uncertainty when he called me again, tore me up a new one. And without I realized it, my tears pouring like a waterfall. It's been piled up so much and I don't know how to ease them. I also couldn't let the world know how vulnerable I am. How could I let my children saw how coward and weak their father was. But it didn't matter anymore.

 

After some time, I'm cradle a sleeping Emrys. And for the first time since I heard the news I look into his face. Really look into his face. And I can't stop the emotion thats burst out of my chest causing my heart to swell and a fresh set of tears running like a rain.

 

Emrys, my beautiful son looks so much thinner. His cheeks was hollow, and I can see a visible dark skin under his eyes. It's painful to see.

 

I take him to his room, tucking him in and kissed his temple. Murmuring apologies that's should be said from long before. And then I moving to the next room where my beautiful twins resting. They're looks peaceful, but I can see redness rimmed their eyes. And I can't help myself but feel like a failure. I'm failed them. And it's hurting me greatly.

 

I supposed to be their strength now that he is gone. Supposed to held them close now, that he is not around anymore. And yet, I'm pushed them away and wallowing in my own pity party. How miserable it is?

 

I was staring at the big picture of my family, our family. With me holding Emrys in my arm, and him holding both of the twin. My other arm curled around his waist, and he was smiling. His sapphire eyes was sparkled like crystal. Where I could be drowning and be drunk just staring at them. When the door to my office open with a bang, and the more masculine version of him marched with a hint of smile. And said something that causing my tears to fall all over again. Something that's giving me a new hope.

 

"He is alive. We've found him. He is alive"

 

[Key]

 

 

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[munechika]

Oh gosh thank you so much !! This was such a pleasant thing to wake up to

 

I think I'd like the Koi Tomo card please *u*