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Contest! Literary Fails! (or Phails)Contest time!Contest! Literary Fails! (or Phails) by Tanashai
Inspired by :iconsivercat:'s and my latest obsession with Mary Sues (and creating some truly horrendous ones along the way), I now invite you to create the ULTIMATE PHAIL IN LITERATURE!
Ultimate fails in literature are noteworthy for an abundance of Mary Sues, bad form or meter or rhyme in poetry, terrible subject matter and are all around puke worthy. My Immortal is a perfect example of a literary Phail! Bad spelling and text talk are also great options (though for this contest, you're asked to keep in minimal so that we can read it). Surprisingly, literary phails are hard to do and will teach you some valuable lessons about writing, so with that in mind...
Prose or poetry allowed--fanfic is welcome too! (please tell us what you're fanficking though)
It has to be readable, so please limit the text talk (though you can have some of course, such as LOL, OMG, OMFG and shorthand for 'two' and 'be')
Must have some sort of plot, even
My Life as a Companion Ch. 7Chapter 7My Life as a Companion Ch. 7 by RukiRisa-chan
As I walked behind Rhett, I realized that the lighting in the tunnel wasn't as bright as it had
been earlier. Though the dim light might make it easier for us to travel unnoticed, I was having
a difficult time trying not to bump into things in our path. After heaving an exasperated sigh
due to a fierce encounter with tree roots, I remembered why we had started walking through the
tunnels. My breath caught in my throat. "Do you think he's alright?" I managed to choke out.
Rhett turned his head to look at me and grinned. "Of course he's alright! We're talking about
Mathias!" He said with, what seemed to me, forced cheeriness.
Although I wasn't entirely sure he even believed what he was saying, I nodded and we
continued on our path.
I tried to distract myself from my worries about Mathias by thinking about Rhett. I found him
a bit strange. Mathias shared some similarity with many of the knights at home, but Rhett was
unlike anyone I had been previously acquainted to. He did not
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