Bl writers | T H E . F O O L. April 17

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AFTER BEING RICH ON CONTESTS FOR GRAPHIC, ARTISTS, VIDE0 MAKING, WE DECIDED THAT IT'S TIME TO MAKE A CONTEST FOR PEOPLE WHO LOVE TO WRITE. THIS M0NTH WE WILL HAVE A NEW THEME SET AND IT'S -"THE FOOL". YOU HAVE TO PRESENT YOUR MASTERPIECE, WHICH DESCRIBES LOVE BETWEEN TWO MALES. IT'S UP TO YOU HOW YOU WILL INTERPRET "THE FOOL". SO SHOW US YOUR IMAGINATION!

 

R U L E S

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• NO EXPLICIT CONTENT.
  
• 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

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• 2,000 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

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30 . APRIL . 2017

 

 

 

 

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Y O . g f X . s T A f F

[b1nksp3ll]

The Prince’s Fool

 

 

“Forgive me sir, but may I join you?” a tall stranger said with a very thick accent. He sounded foreign, dressed as a “prince” for the Masque. His clothes were well made, and fit his strong, lean figure quite handsomely but it’s not what a real prince would wear. It’s not luxurious enough and many would sneer at them just because they’re not costly.

 

Ethan himself was dressed in a borrowed jester clothes. A fool’s clothes for a fool. Falling for the real crown prince made him one so he thought why not dress as one?

He only wished he could really hide his identity. Like the stranger prince, his mask hides most of his face, but it cannot hide his spectacles. It’s a dead giveaway to those who knew him. That was why he was ignored all evening, thus driving him into hiding in this corner.

 

“Of course. You sound Valerian?” Ethan asked.

 

“You know my accent?” the prince asked.

 

“An old professor of mine came from Valeria. He was very kind.” The only professor who believed he would make something of himself.

 

The prince lifted his chin with a finger. “Why are you sad?” he asked.

 

Ethan just shrugged.

 

“Tell me?” the prince said moving much closer, sharing his heat.

 

"It's just, Professor Simonas alone thought I was going to make something of myself. Well, him and one other, but I don’t think that person knows I exist.” Ethan smiled weakly. He knew he should just shut his mouth but, it feels good to talk about the real prince he’d loved since they met. “The other man chanced upon me at the academy. One professor was knocking me about for asking questions at his class. An orphan like me wasn’t worthy enough to ask anything, according to him. But the pr… uh he gave the professor a good talking to, and told me he liked people who asked questions and gave me a job here in the palace. Just a lowly assistant of his secretary’s secretary, but it allowed me to continue my studies at the academy and work at the same time without working or starving myself to death. He believed in me. And he also called me….” Ethan stopped abruptly, face burning.

 

“He called you what?” the prince asked softly. Something about his voice changed, but Ethan was still too embarrassed to figure out what. Whispering in his ear, making Ethan tremble, the pretend prince whispered “ He called you… My sweet scholar.”

 

Ethan gasped. The prince’s accent was gone, and he realized he was actually talking to… a real prince.

“You… you’re…”

 

“Yes” Prince Raythen, crown prince of Elioria said. “You always run when I try to talk to you.”

 

“Because I’m just an orphan and a lowly assistant and you’re the crown prince. And… I’m… a fool.”

 

“Stop it!” Prince Raythen said, taking both their masks off revealing for sure who he is and holding Ethan close. “It doesn’t matter. You are no fool, and you are mine.”

 

“Highness-”

 

“Raythen. You need to call your future husband by his name.” Raythen said and kissed him hard. “Too long you kept me at a distance. No more.”

 

“High-”

 

Raythen pinned him to the wall, kissing him hard and pushing against him, letting Ethan feel his desire making Ethan painfully hard himself.

 

They parted when breath was necessary. “Husband?” Ethan asked on a gasp as Raythen groped him.

 

“Husband.” Raythen said firmly and groped him harder.

 

“Ohh… ohh yes! Raythen!”

 

The prince grinned. “See, love, you catch on fast. You’re definitely no fool.”

 

[Preeh]

Radko the Sacrificial Fool

 

 

 

Let us tell you about Talti village, hidden away deep in the mountains. A secluded place, only once or twice a year some visitor finds his way there.

In this village exists an old tradition: Every year a sacrifice gets chosen and offered to the spirits. In the old times, the spirits were valued and the most beautiful person was chosen as a sacrifice. But in more recent history people started doubting our power and sent the least useful person as a sacrifice. At first it was an honor to be chosen, then it became mockery - calling the sacrifice ‚fool’ as his only purpose was to fulfill their duty to the spirits and getting rid of someone useless as well.

 

This years fool was Radko, a young man of 20 years. He was most unfortunate, he lost his family to a fire when he was 12. The burn scars covered his body, painfully restricting his movements like thorned vines. He didn’t have a house, nor did he own any land as his remaining relatives split it between themselves. Radko went to the forrest, where he had bulit a small shabby hut. He couldn’t grow many crops in the forrest and had to rely on the others to sustain his life. The only thing he was good at was singing. The villagers sometimes offered him a little food for a song or gave him money for odd jobs here and there. Cane, one of his few remaining friends, often visited and brought whatever he could afford to Radko.

 

Of course Radko wasn’t surprised when the village elders named him the next fool. He always expected this day to come. Resigning himself to his fate, he did not argue nor struggle when they came to take him away.

Here he is now, in front of us, dressed in the most colourful clothes. His head bowed to the ground because he didn’t dare look at us. „You who were chosen by the elders, let us hear your song“ we susurrated to him in a waft of incense smoke. Radko wasn’t scared as he perceived the words, he knew what he had to do and raised his gentle voice:

 

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[td]What a fool am I[/td]

[td]A fool gifted with song[/td]

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[td]can’t grow barley nor rye[/td]

[td]A fool forced to rush along[/td]

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[td]My body is burned[/td]

[td]when being called by some[/td]

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[td]My relatives have turned[/td]

[td]painfully stumbling and turning[/td]

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[td]their back on me[/td]

[td]for the ends of none[/td]

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It was without doubt his song, his life. A fool whitout other merits. We were pleased.

 

We showed him to our table, waiting on him with plenty of food. Easing his pain through our incense. Radko might be called a fool, but his mind was as quick as ever. Showing modesty and respect when facing us.

As it was tradition, the fools were invited to live in our realm of leisure and abundance. So we asked Radko to come with us - the young man shook his head. He fell on his knees and bowed down, thanking us for our invitation. Pleading us to fulfill a selfish request and letting him go back to the village.

 

We asked him, why he chose to abandon a life in abundance.

With tears in his eyes he answered „Love... I can not imagine a life without him...“

Seeing this young man answering in all honesty, we decided to alleviate his pain and fulfill his request, granting him a life of love and blessing together with Cane.

In return we request of him to sing every day.

 

 

[BlxxdyButterfly]

Poor Fool

 

 

I chase this man with all my ability to only find myself to being left behind. I am running and he is standing still but I get no closer, somehow I am getting farther away until I cannot see him anymore. I wake with my legs kicking the air before looking at the time. “Great. It’s Monday AND I’m late for school.”

 

Shortly before reaching my class, I spot a familiar face, the one from my dream, my classmate, Zachary. I called out to him and as I was about to speak he began to run through the halls while I gave chase. I stayed on his heels and he must have realized because he slowed and eventually stopped to cough and clear his throat. Why did he run?

 

“I like you. Go out with me.” My voice echoed through the empty corridor.

 

The boy stared at me in shock for a moment and nodded slightly. I could tell he was thinking of something other than my feelings at the time but I didn't notice. That night, I stared out the window looking at the stars and thanked the god that I had yet to know would eventually play a joke on me.

 

Over the course of the next days I met up with Zachary more than the number of days we were dating. Some of these days we talked most of the day sharing stories and small talk. When it came to their relationship the boy seemed to be determined on one point that he repeated at least four times.

 

“I will not kiss you.” I didn’t understand why but agreed, maybe he didn’t think they would actually stay together that long to get to that point. As simple as that, the date started to come to a close. We met a couple times within the next few days, mostly because I just wanted to waste away our days being together.

 

There were times when he would immediately leave without warning which frustrated me to no end. It was those days I remember clearly the most. After two weeks, the number of times he would disappear were becoming more frequent, spending less and less time with me.

 

One Friday, he pulled the disappearing act again and I called him but got no answer. Instead, I left a message that remains in my phone to this day.

 

The message went as such:

“I feel as though I am the only one trying in this relationship. Since you disappear so often, I feel like you are nothing but a ghost”.

 

To that I got a reply from Zachary:

“I’ll see you on Monday. I love you,

you fool

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It was the first time he had said he loved me so I picked myself up and decided to forgive him, I just had to wait ‘til Monday to say sorry.

 

On Monday Zachary’s desk was vacant and our teacher walked in, differed from the norm of greetings and spoke somberly.

 

“I have news for the class, your classmate Zachary passed away Friday night due to an illness he had been fighting.”

 

“You fool.” The poor fool who couldn't recognize that his lover was a dying man. After his love died, Michael could not see, hear or speak for days as he went through everyday in his mind. He tried to remember every detail that would have helped him to grasp the situation. He didn’t see the signs and wasted his days doing nothing together.

 

 

His disappearances = Attacks

 

His coughs = Illness

 

No Kissing = Kindness

 

[Alezander]

The stories this month are so great! It's such a shame that they had to be limited but oh well... hahah~! This time, I worked hard to include dialogue. Hope you enjoy reading~!

 

 

 

 

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Red lips always;

 

 

 

I should've ran away when I had the chance. Maybe I have always been a fool.

 

Red lips always lie. I clearly remember how my big sister warned me when our mother left us for another man. Ever since, I strongly believed that anyone who wore the filthy color couldn't possibly be worth shit.

 

That reminder struck me hard whenever I tried going out with anyone. It restrained me, and so people thought I was a thorough vegetable man. But no man is really a herbivore, and neither was I.

 

Yet with him I couldn't even refuse.

 

One of my friends was getting married so I went to his bachelor's party to congratulate him. There was a toast and the party got even more heated when strippers came out. I was badly drunk to the point of nearly passing out. All I could remember was the primadonna stripper wearing the reddest lipstick I've ever seen, giving me a lap dance, and a hardness pressing against mine before I blacked out. When I came to the next day, I learned that I had slept with said stripper.

 

"Don't look so shocked. You came on top of me by yourself." The stripper giggled, arms wrapping around my neck, whispering. "Hey, how about another round? Last night was really hot."

 

My head throbbed. That damn lipstick was bothering me. "No."

 

"Why not?" The stripper whined, and if it wasn't for the red, it would have been cute. "Look, I'm already this hard."

 

Already what?

 

I looked down and saw the familiar shape poke the frills of the stripper's skirt. "You're a man." It didn't even come out as a question.

 

"Yes. Is it no good?"

 

He looked dejected. Cute.

 

Impulsively, I asked him out on the spot. He was surprised, but he accepted. Not only were his lips red then, his cheeks were as well. Surprisingly, I didn't find it irritating as I usually do.

 

He wasn't the best person to date. He was late for everything. He was a whiny bastard. He flirted with anyone he liked, even when I was around. He didn't quit his stripper job still. He smoked. He gambled too much. He loved sex too much.

 

And he wore that goddamned color way too much.

 

"Why won't you look at me?" He asked.

 

"But I do?" I replied.

 

"No you don't."

 

He sounded sad. I watched him twiddle his fingers. He's nervous?

 

"Do you hate it? That I dress like a woman." He wasn't facing me anymore when he asked.

 

I sighed. I have been asking myself the same question the entire time we were together. I didn't particularly like it, but since it was him dressing up, I started thinking it was fine. Like how easy it was to fuck whenever he wore skirts.

 

I made him face me. "Kiss me here." I said, pointing at my neck.

 

He reluctantly did so.

 

"It's there right? Your lipstick."

 

He looked confused, so I explained.

 

"I used to hate your red lips. But recently... when we kiss and the tint gets on me, I... can't decide if I should rub it off or leave it there."

 

It was my turn to get confused.

 

"S-So, what I m-mean is... I-I want to be the only one stained by you."

 

I was flustered, but I dared look at his face.

 

He looked as embarrassed as I was.

 

"Y-You idiot." He muttered, covering his face. "I give up. I didn't know I'd be this much of a fool for you."

 

I found myself laughing.

 

"Me neither."

 

I'm glad I didn't run away.

 

 

 

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[Guest Gourmet]

I'm new here and don't think I've posted much but wanted to give it a try since I like writing. I didn't have a lot of time to make this so I hope you guys like it.

 

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It's only three o'clock and the day is already too dark. Yet, despite the sound of thunder, everything feels so still and silent. This is what calm before the storm means, huh?

 

"Brad!" A voice called. I jerk back to see my teacher staring at me. I had spaced out, glancing out the window.

 

"Sorry, sir,"

 

He sighed, his brown eyes shining.

 

"Nothing I do gets to you," He said hanging his head. As he said spoke, I felt the entire class turning towards me. Uncomfortable.

 

"Anyway, there's an art competition next week, you should represent our section. In fact, I demand a masterpiece as my parting gift!" He spoke in his usual gentle tone, small creases forming in his face as he smiled at me.

 

He was too bright. I looked away and nodded.

 

"You know, Brad, Ms. Mori will be your homeroom teacher next year so you better get a haircut if don't want to go deaf from her shouting,"

 

The class broke out a series of groans.

 

"Hey, I'm the one that's too easy! All you kids need to be told off!" He laughed indignantly.

 

"Besides, Adults know best." He crossed his arms. "For example, Brad, you're not going to win any woman's heart if you look like the girl from "The ring","

 

The class broke out in laughter.

 

As I sat down as my chest felt tight. In a painting I think, you can express yourself beautifully and clearly. In real life, however, I wasn't so talented.

 

So my efforts will always be futile.

 

The sound of him sighing abruptly brought me back to reality.

 

"Honestly, even though you've all given me nothing but trouble, I'm going to miss you so much, the parents in the capital expect a lot more, ya know?"

 

"I bet a hundred bucks that you'd get fired in a week! Please make me rich, teach," came a nasal voice from my right.

 

"You arrogant little sh- brat, how dare y-" he interrupted himself as he broke into laughter.

 

"I recorded it! If I upload it to youtube will you get fired right now?"

 

"Nooo, my hundred bucks!"

 

The deafening sound of their laughter and chattering ended as the shrill bell rang. The class emptied out slowly and I simply stood there staring at him as he interacted with the leaving students.

 

As they emptied out, he finally looked at me, his eyes still bright as he walked over to me and patted me on my head.

 

"You look too gloomy, are you mad, son?"

 

I flinched.

 

"Really now, I meant you'd look a lot more handsome if you push all this hair back. With your height and talent, there's no one that wouldn't fall for ya. Next time, I come back here, I want to see you with the biggest smile, got it?"

 

Honestly...

 

Dear teacher, you are probably the most foolish teacher I know, you swear, you barely teach, no one ever takes your classes seriously and you're the single reason for all my anguish. It would be better if I never get to see you again...

 

"I'll defenitely win," I finally spoke as he began to walk away.

 

"Hmm?" he turned around.

 

I smiled faintly. "It'll be my masterpiece after all,"

 

Dear teacher, you've always looked out for me. Rationally, I hope you have a nice life ahead of you with your wife and kids. You've given me some of my most precious memories.

 

...But this fool cannot help but wish that you get fired. This fool cannot help but wish you stay here forever.

 

 

 

 

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[crystald]

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HEADACHE

 

 

The little coffee shop right at the corner of Carmel street was having financial difficulties. Samuel Phillips could not in good conscience keep it running if things continue to go this bad. Times were hard and it wasn't that the quality of his products was inferior, quite the opposite, the beverages and food were absolutely appetizing if he said so himself, but with coffee chains popping new venues out of nowhere every other week business was declining.

 

So he decided to change the theme of his coffee shop and turned it into a playing card characters land. There would be Ace the intellectual and advisor, the handsome and regal King, the beautiful and graceful Queen, the valiant and attractive Jack and the boisterous, whimsical and rebel Jester (Joker). They would entertain the customers with light conversation and a bit of theatricals. He made some renovations to the venue and a few weeks later he reopen his coffee shop with a sort of cosplay café feel. Soon after business started to pick up and things were looking rather bright. The atmosphere was casual yet cozy, and he started to get regulars once more.

 

With the economics out of the way he started to relax and enjoy his time managing the day to day operations. Samuel found himself following Jester with his gaze time and time again. He felt a fascination with him, the way he move, how he interacted with the clientele, the beautiful smile that lighten up his face. He could feel the beginning of an ache associated with love. But no, he was not going to disrupt peace in his shop. There was a thin line between appropriate and inappropriate behavior and he wasn't about to break it. Then again the longing to be near him only grew, and it didn't help that Jester and the rest of the gang were picking up on the weird vibes he was giving off running all this thoughts in his head. Nonetheless he was determined to keep his feelings to himself and pull it together, after all he might as well be enamored with the character Jester played.

 

This was all very frustrating, to be or not to be a good boss. Samuel wanted to bang his head on the counter. He wasn't getting anywhere so it was time to focus on other things, anything would be fine, just push all this mess for the next day. Yes, tomorrow would be the day when he would clear his head.

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[crystald]

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This was so much fun!

 

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I would like to request Oboreru Hitomi

 

 

Thank you and have an amazing week!

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for such amazing entries as well! They were all amazing

 

 

I would like to request Winter Cicada Manga Card Cover.

[Alezander]

everyone won, how cool is that? congrats to all of us~! then I'd like Escape Journey's manga card please~~ Sankyuuu~n!

[b1nksp3ll]

Thank you and congratulations to all winners!

 

May I request Sekai Ichi Hatsukoi, please. Thank you again ^_^

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For my lovely manga card, I love it!!!

 

[Preeh]

Congratulations to the other winners. I really enjoyed reading your stories *happy*

 

May I request Itadakimasu, Gochisou-sama

 

Thank you very much