09-20-2019, 01:01 PM
<link href="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Vollkorn+SC&display=swap" rel="stylesheet"><style> #mythicalquest{ width:600px; border:1px solid #8d6a5b;} #mythicalquestcontainer{ width:600px; position:relative; z-index:1; background:-webkit-linear-gradient(bottom, rgba(243,230,221,0), rgba(243,230,221,1)180px); background:-o-linear-gradient(top, rgba(243,230,221,0), rgba(243,230,221,1)180px); background:-moz-linear-gradient(bottom, rgba(243,230,221,0), rgba(243,230,221,1)180px); background:-linear-gradient(to top, rgba(243,230,221,0), rgba(243,230,221,1)180px); background:-ms-linear-gradient(bottom, rgba(243,230,221,0), rgba(243,230,221,1)180px); margin-bottom:-190px; padding-top:25px; padding-bottom:50px;} #mythicalquesttext{ width:500px; color:#8d6a5b; font-family: 'Vollkorn SC', serif; font-size:16px;} #mythicalquestimg{ position:relative; z-index:0;}</style><center><div id="mythicalquest"><div id="mythicalquestcontainer"><p id="mythicalquesttext" align="justify">You don’t know it yet, but this is my story. It’s not always pretty, and it’s not always nice, but it’s the only one I have. I’m not even certain you will want to hear, but I am going to tell it anyway. I hope you will learn as much from it as I did.
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In a distant land, a chime stirs the breeze. It is so soft that it could be easily mistaken for the sound of wind rustling through the leaves and branches of the forests. So easily dismissed that most would never even notice.
Those who do, well, those are the ones who, deep in their hearts, still believe the fairy stories of old could be true. The ones who know magic is more than what they see before their eyes. Even the jaded ones, they still have that kernel of hope kept alive. That tiny spark that allows them to turn their head when the think they may have heard a sound, but aren’t quite sure.
And when they do, out of the corner of their eye, they might see a flickering light. So small and ephemeral that one would almost question if it had been real. But the longer one stares, the more intensely that light seems to flicker.
Perhaps some would choose to ignore it.
Others though, they might follow. Their curiosity might get the better of them, and would feel the need to discover from where the light had come. It always seems though, that the moment you get close enough, it flits away. Skittering beyond your reach to appear further in the distance. A tantalizingly impossible trail for those with bravery in their hearts and a lingering belief in ancient, childish magics.
Until, finally, the trail ends as mysteriously as it had appeared. And there, just before those daringly intrigued individuals, a door stands. Looming and dark, surrounded by vines, and not nearly so inviting as one might hope.
Do you dare cross the threshold?
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Hello, and welcome to this story. In this introductory round, the rules are simple.
You have three days to respond. This round will expire Monday, September 23rd at Midnight Central Standard Time.
Please tell me about your character’s experience finding the door and how they come to the decision to cross the threshold.
There will be no eliminations this round.
This quest is intended to be thought-provoking and will focus more on creative thinking and responses than writing ability. Be clever, be unique, be silly, but most importantly, have fun! And don’t worry so much about perfect sentences and grammar. We sure won’t
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In a distant land, a chime stirs the breeze. It is so soft that it could be easily mistaken for the sound of wind rustling through the leaves and branches of the forests. So easily dismissed that most would never even notice.
Those who do, well, those are the ones who, deep in their hearts, still believe the fairy stories of old could be true. The ones who know magic is more than what they see before their eyes. Even the jaded ones, they still have that kernel of hope kept alive. That tiny spark that allows them to turn their head when the think they may have heard a sound, but aren’t quite sure.
And when they do, out of the corner of their eye, they might see a flickering light. So small and ephemeral that one would almost question if it had been real. But the longer one stares, the more intensely that light seems to flicker.
Perhaps some would choose to ignore it.
Others though, they might follow. Their curiosity might get the better of them, and would feel the need to discover from where the light had come. It always seems though, that the moment you get close enough, it flits away. Skittering beyond your reach to appear further in the distance. A tantalizingly impossible trail for those with bravery in their hearts and a lingering belief in ancient, childish magics.
Until, finally, the trail ends as mysteriously as it had appeared. And there, just before those daringly intrigued individuals, a door stands. Looming and dark, surrounded by vines, and not nearly so inviting as one might hope.
Do you dare cross the threshold?
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Hello, and welcome to this story. In this introductory round, the rules are simple.
You have three days to respond. This round will expire Monday, September 23rd at Midnight Central Standard Time.
Please tell me about your character’s experience finding the door and how they come to the decision to cross the threshold.
There will be no eliminations this round.
This quest is intended to be thought-provoking and will focus more on creative thinking and responses than writing ability. Be clever, be unique, be silly, but most importantly, have fun! And don’t worry so much about perfect sentences and grammar. We sure won’t
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