A writing contest! It is a fairly simple premise, but humour me an explanation. One thing most greatly to be admired of Fallen London is the quality, depth, and dry, sarcastic wit of its writing, which ultimately forms the very backbone of not just the game, but of our own experiences within the Stolen City.
Of late, that writing has inspired me to take up my keyboard and word processor (metaphorically) and compose shorts of my own. When trying to find places to put these writings, however, my initial search came up somewhat short. Mr Pages Fabularities is, of course, one worthy home, but it is but one. Another home for prose based on Fallen London I was directed to was ‘Archive of our Own’, but even between these two, I notice a curious dearth of material. I am unsure why there is comparitively little fanficition based on Fallen London, when measured against other fandoms, and perhaps it is down to the stellar quality of the game’s own writing. Some would, understandably, find it off-putting to try and add their penny’s worth to such a bulk of delicious literary morsels!
However, I would like to encourage those authors hiding in the labyrinthine streets of our fair city, both budding and experienced, to put their pen to paper and tell the stories the Bazaar so longs to hear!
[color=#ffffff]But I Can’t Write! Not as Well as Some of These Other Fellows Seem to.[/color]
Pish-posh! Poppycock! Balderdash! I care not for your grammar or syntax (wonderful tools as they are), nor for your originality (for ‘there can be nothing new, nothing unthought, beneath the gaze of the Judgement’). Like the Bazaar, I care for your passion. A story told a thousand times with characters familiar to even the youngest children can still inspire!
The theme myself and my co-host have decided upon is an open one: The Correspondence. Eligible entries must, in some way, contain a mention of, or revolve around, the Correspondence. It may be the driving force of your tale, or a token that sits in the background, unnoticed and unseen. You may wish to pen a tale of a lover who is inspired by a morning glance at the burning vanes of the Bazaar, or the drudgeries of a man from the Ministry of Public Decency as he burns yet another treatise on the script. Perhaps your lead is an actress, chosen to play the part of the Phoenix in the Seventh Letter. Maybe they are a zailor who saw something written on the waves that no amount of Bottled Oblivion will ever erase.
The details, of course, are your own.
All entrants will have thirty days from the time of this topic’s posting to complete their entries. That is: [color=#ffffff]the contest is open until 9/04/14.[/color]
If you wish to enter, [color=#ffffff]please post your entry below, in this topic, using the following format[/color]:
I debated whether or not there should be a word limit, but for the sake of a guideline I have decided to impose a [color=#ffffff]minimum length of 2,000 words, with no upper limit. Entries of under 2,000 words will still be accepted, but will not be considered for prizes.[/color]
Yes, prizes! You may (or may not) have seen this topic. There was method in my textile madness. You, yes, you, may well be the lucky (or perhaps unlucky, depending on how flammable your hair and/or furniture is) new owner of these fine items!
[color=#ffffff]1st Place[/color] - The 1st place entrant will receive my ‘Sampler of the Correspondence’, and a Box of a Hundred Wonders, sponsored by Mr. Winters.
[color=#ffffff]2nd Place[/color] - The 2nd place entrant will receive a ‘Correspondence "Plaque"’ of their own choice, sewn by me. They may choose to receive any one of the eight Correspondence Sigils that feature in the official Fallen London merchandise. They will also receive a Box of a Hundred Wonders, sponsored by Mr. Winters.
[color=#ffffff]3rd Place[/color] - The 3rd place entrant will also receive a ‘Correspondence "Plaque"’ with the same stipulations.
[color=#ffffff]My Mind is Aflame with the Possibilities! And Possibly the Script![/color]
That’s the spirit! This is the burning passion (or just plain burning) I wanted to see. Write! Write until you are forced to daub yourself with the Cessation of Hands![li]
edited by Armand D’Alterac on 3/10/2014