Valentine's Day 2011 Contest Support Thread

No scouries, you don't have any entries. You steal the stories from the official contest, throw out the categories and people you don't like and then you apply your fudge factor, which you pull out of your ass. Then you announce you or your cronies have won.

A fake contest from you and more bullshit. What else is new. :rolleyes:
 
posted on the A.I.R thread this afternoon by the retard...

I'm sorry but I've been instructed to QUOTE the dumb texans A.I.R. thread posts here...

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finally seeing the light????

[size=+2]Jerome[/size]
teenager … champion of “favorite” writers
dixie’s nemesis
retard regurgitator
 
I'm sorry but I've been instructed to QUOTE the dumb texans A.I.R. thread posts here...

DON'T BE FOOLED.


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If you want to join the fun for the real contest, here is the thread for it. The Official Lit. Valentines Day 2011 Contest Thread. All entries in scouries fake contest will be stolen from the real contest so beware again.

finally seeing the light????

[size=+2]Jerome[/size]
teenager … champion of “favorite” writers
dixie’s nemesis
retard regurgitator

If you are going to quote me please quote me correctly.

No scouries but I'm sure everyone else is seeing you in your usual bullshit light. Pretending to be yet again another person. Being childish or is that even more childish than normal. Your fake contest is just that a fake contest.

Poor scouries, meltdown city.
 
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I would like to thank james r scouries and his lovely assistant Gabby for all the work they’ve done to bring us the"Most Votes Received List" and to honor great authors with the 1000+ Vote Club.

I just wish I could one day write a story that received 1000 honest votes. And I encourage all LITEROTICANS to visit the MOST VOTES RECEIVED thread. Bravo jim!!!

[size=+2]Jerome[/size]
teenager … champion of “favorite” writers
dixie’s nemesis
retard regurgitator
 
Once upon a time.. in a land long gone, there existed a place where it was fun to write and fun to enter contests. In that land there existed a group fomented and nourished by the mighty lord Og.

Entering a contest in the mystical land was indeed a wonderful thing where a writer could gain more reads and more comments than in simply submitting a story, but what made it most special, and most fun was that magical world nourished by the mighty Og. It was a magical place where writers could put their mighty egos on the shelf as they came together to tease and cajole each other as they became more than writers, but friends as well. A place where they supported each other, privately and in a friendly manner pointed out each others weaknesses and publicly extolled each others strengths. It was a place where if a writer chose to write in Loving Wives, his/her grievous wounds could receive first aid from other writers who had survived similar wounds. It was a special place where people could grow.

It was a place where the coveted last place trophy was meant, and actually did, challenge writers to do something that they would not otherwise attempt, to stretch their boundaries and revel even in their shortcomings.

The contests still live. One can find the land that Og built on the site map but that place has lost its magic, and with it most of the fun of contests. Instead of being the place to check your ego on the rack by the door, it seems to be the place where a writer must pump his ego up before entering.

Instead of being a place where newbies are nourished, it has evolved to a place where only the “top 100 writers of all time” are made to feel truly welcome.

It is now a place of bitterness and rancor. A place of invented contests and pretend winners. A place where those deluded few can not be left in their fantasy world but must be drug behind the cart until the screeching of pain keeps the whole community awake at night.

I have a couple stories in the mill, but I am not sure if I will finish them or submit them. In truth the fun was always in the forum and the fun is gone.
 
There is an easy way to restore the fun in the forum - put a few people on your ignore list, and their posts will instantly disappear.

Then you will see the forum as it should be.

I'm trying to write a story for the contest theme, even though I'm not eligible as a recent winner, but granddaughter and new grandson keep interrupting...

Grandson is now 6 weeks old and gaining weight fast.

Og
 
There is an easy way to restore the fun in the forum - put a few people on your ignore list, and their posts will instantly disappear.

Thanks for mentioning this. It did make this thread ever so much more delightful to read. Now if I can just find where to upload an avatar I'll be golden.::grumbles over her newbie-ish status::

Oh! And I've almost got my submission ready! Woo hoo!
 
Once upon a time.. in a land long gone, there existed a place where it was fun to write and fun to enter contests. In that land there existed a group fomented and nourished by the mighty lord Og.

Entering a contest in the mystical land was indeed a wonderful thing where a writer could gain more reads and more comments than in simply submitting a story, but what made it most special, and most fun was that magical world nourished by the mighty Og. It was a magical place where writers could put their mighty egos on the shelf as they came together to tease and cajole each other as they became more than writers, but friends as well. A place where they supported each other, privately and in a friendly manner pointed out each others weaknesses and publicly extolled each others strengths. It was a place where if a writer chose to write in Loving Wives, his/her grievous wounds could receive first aid from other writers who had survived similar wounds. It was a special place where people could grow.

It was a place where the coveted last place trophy was meant, and actually did, challenge writers to do something that they would not otherwise attempt, to stretch their boundaries and revel even in their shortcomings.

The contests still live. One can find the land that Og built on the site map but that place has lost its magic, and with it most of the fun of contests. Instead of being the place to check your ego on the rack by the door, it seems to be the place where a writer must pump his ego up before entering.

Instead of being a place where newbies are nourished, it has evolved to a place where only the “top 100 writers of all time” are made to feel truly welcome.

It is now a place of bitterness and rancor. A place of invented contests and pretend winners. A place where those deluded few can not be left in their fantasy world but must be drug behind the cart until the screeching of pain keeps the whole community awake at night.

I have a couple stories in the mill, but I am not sure if I will finish them or submit them. In truth the fun was always in the forum and the fun is gone.

Thank you for writing this. I wanted to write something like this, but it would have been dismissed, if read at all.
 
Thank you for writing this. I wanted to write something like this, but it would have been dismissed, if read at all.

It doesn't matter one slim whit if you wrote it, I wrote it or even Laurel wrote it. Those who spread such rancor and those in white robes seeking to stifle the discord by dragging the offenders behind their horses, will not hear.

The only thing we can hope for is that some will listen despite the background bull.

Just tell me that a super hero actually looks good in a skin tight costume and you will have made my day.
 
It doesn't matter one slim whit if you wrote it, I wrote it or even Laurel wrote it.

Well, Freddie is right in saying it would be taken differently if he had written it. He, in his various guises, is a major part of what is dragging the contests down and sucking all of the fun out of them. So if he had written it, it would just have been taken as more two-faced game playing.
 
It doesn't matter one slim whit if you wrote it, I wrote it or even Laurel wrote it. Those who spread such rancor and those in white robes seeking to stifle the discord by dragging the offenders behind their horses, will not hear.

The only thing we can hope for is that some will listen despite the background bull.

Just tell me that a super hero actually looks good in a skin tight costume and you will have made my day.

I used to watch Batman when it was on TV. The show was rather silly but, when Batgirl made her appearance in her skin-tight costume, it used to make my day. :p:p
 
I used to watch Batman when it was on TV. The show was rather silly but, when Batgirl made her appearance in her skin-tight costume, it used to make my day. :p:p

Some of those playing Maid Marian in versions of Robin Hood have had to be poured into their costumes.

Who cares about men in tights? Would Maid Marian reveal all?

She never did.

Shame.

Og
 
I used to watch batman as well. I did rather like the gray body suite.... but I thought it ruined the whole thing when he put his boxers on over the top of that outfit!!!
 
Did Maid Marian get Valentine Cards from Robin Hood's Merry Men?

If not, why not?

Og
 
Did Maid Marian get Valentine Cards from Robin Hood's Merry Men?

If not, why not?

Og

Og,

I hate to be the bearer of bad news... but.... history has blurred the truth since the time of Richard the Lion Heart!

Robin Hood had many admirable traits, but I'm afraid he was not really a lord.... how it was that he arrived home before Richard is still in question but the truth is that the Veterans affairs office was not scheduled to open for several more months. His prior employer refused to give him his job back, it seems while Robin was freeing the holy lands from filthy infidels, his boss's daughter was allowing a less than fully committed christian into her holey areas, which gave the upstart a major advantage in labor negotiations.

With no veterans organization to help and no social services available, it seems that Robin was forced to resort to petty thievery. He might have been tempted to rob the peasants, but it seems that the nobles had already picked them clean. Robin and his gang was forced to rob the nobles to find any source of funds.

In truth he did not rob from the rich and give to the poor, but the nobles did nothing but sit around all day thinking about new ways to legally rob the peasants, who worked hard all day while figuring out how to hide everything from the nobles.

It was a natural outgrowth of economics that Robin and his gang purchase those goods the peasants had in abundance but without much place to hide them. The peasants needed to sell off the goods when their hiding places became full.

It was the birth of a new economic theory, the trickle down economy. Robin robbed from the rich and then purchased their goods from the poor, thus redistributing the wealth.

As to Robin's merry men.... Lady Marian was in fact no Lady. In a time when employment of women was considered unacceptable, Marian was employed as a working girl. Since women are in fact the more intelligent of the sexes, Marian used her wiles to control the group.

The love affair between Marian and Robin has been greatly exaggerated over the years. The description of the group has been corrupted over the years. In the original form, it was Robin Hood and his Marian's men.

His men certainly should have sent Marian Valentines!!!!
 
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Who cares about men in tights?

I do! Why else would I go to ren fairs? :D

And as for Robin Hood: from what I understand, no one really knows the truth behind the legend. It's a fun myth to play around with, though. Especially if you can get your playmate into tights. ;)

EDIT: I got so caught up in the thought of guys (or girls) in tights, that I forgot my original reason for posting. I finally finished my contest submission! It'll be my first story submitted here - or anywhere, to be honest. I've got a request in atthe editor's forum as I'd like another pair of eyes on it before it goes in. (fingers crossed)
 
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I just submitted my entry. I may write two more; I just hope I don't run afoul of Scouries if I do. :rolleyes:

That's liable to happen anyhow, because the story I just submitted is about characters I have written about before. One can only hope.
 
Once upon a time.. in a land long gone, there existed a place where it was fun to write and fun to enter contests. In that land there existed a group fomented and nourished by the mighty lord Og.

Entering a contest in the mystical land was indeed a wonderful thing where a writer could gain more reads and more comments than in simply submitting a story, but what made it most special, and most fun was that magical world nourished by the mighty Og. It was a magical place where writers could put their mighty egos on the shelf as they came together to tease and cajole each other as they became more than writers, but friends as well. A place where they supported each other, privately and in a friendly manner pointed out each others weaknesses and publicly extolled each others strengths. It was a place where if a writer chose to write in Loving Wives, his/her grievous wounds could receive first aid from other writers who had survived similar wounds. It was a special place where people could grow.

It was a place where the coveted last place trophy was meant, and actually did, challenge writers to do something that they would not otherwise attempt, to stretch their boundaries and revel even in their shortcomings.

The contests still live. One can find the land that Og built on the site map but that place has lost its magic, and with it most of the fun of contests. Instead of being the place to check your ego on the rack by the door, it seems to be the place where a writer must pump his ego up before entering.

Instead of being a place where newbies are nourished, it has evolved to a place where only the “top 100 writers of all time” are made to feel truly welcome.

It is now a place of bitterness and rancor. A place of invented contests and pretend winners. A place where those deluded few can not be left in their fantasy world but must be drug behind the cart until the screeching of pain keeps the whole community awake at night.

I have a couple stories in the mill, but I am not sure if I will finish them or submit them. In truth the fun was always in the forum and the fun is gone.

Eloquently and poignantly put. The old camaraderie where newbies were encouraged by those a couple of steps up the ladder has been destroyed by an egotistical few who are more than happy to selfishly pursue their own agendas of self-glorification with fake contests or failure to empathize with the growing pains of new fiction writers.

This thread was once a wonderful resource sponsored by the inestimable Og that has been trashed and traduced by those who care nothing for the mutual support and self-denigration that made the bottom placed prize a joy to boast about.

Pirhana members who choose to populate the quiet pools of contest support threads, Stories Feedback and other forums and have increasingly taken the fun and pleasure away from us journeymen. POlease go away.
 
If I'd've spent a few hours editing my story this morning instead of playing Free Cell, it would be ready to submit. Tomorrow. Definitely tomorrow.


Hm. I haven't played Spider Solitaire in a while...
 
If I'd've spent a few hours editing my story this morning instead of playing Free Cell, it would be ready to submit. Tomorrow. Definitely tomorrow.


Hm. I haven't played Spider Solitaire in a while...

Don't forget Hearts. (Especially now)
 
Ok, submission written and with an editor. (Squee!)

Woops, sorry there. I think I'm leaking newbie excitement.
 
~Heart's Tempest~ is SUBMITTED and PENDING!!! I really would love feedback on this one, in particular, as it was a different direction than I've gone before. I'll post the link once it is approved. :heart: :kiss:
 
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