I'm still waiting on a couple more people, but I think they've had plenty chances. So I'm setting the final deadline to Saturday May 21, midnight Mountain Time and I will announce the winners on the following day. So sorry to everyone for the wait.Seeing as how my own drawing skills are nil, I am unable to draw pictures of my own stories and characters. So you can do that for me!
The Stories
Some are original stories, some are fanfiction. Either way, these are the works I am most proud of.
AlienatedOn an average morning, Joseph O'Donnell was the first thing his wife was aware of when she awoke: his large frame a source of comfort, even during this unsure point in their marriage. His right arm reliably wrapped around her, his left under the pillows to hide the stump where once a hand had been. How she missed him when he had served in Iraq. On those nights, the empty half of their bed might as well have been a vacuum.
This, however, was not an average morning – if it even was morning. Sarah O'Donnell sensed something amiss during her first glimpses of wakefulness – they were not on their bed, but a hard, flat surface. She aborted a slow drift out of sleep in favor of a straight-up leap into consciousness.
Panic threatened to grab hold as her eyes darted around to survey the dark room. There were no windows, no way of gauging the time of day. Only a few dim orange squares in the ceiling above them glowed with enough luminosity to keep the room from being pitch black. A fen
Legends
"Professor Sewell! Come quickly! You're not bloody going to believe this!"
Professor Elizabeth Sewell gave the intern a cross glare through her glasses. She was a middle-aged woman, with red hair just beginning to silver. She was not finicky about her appearance, yet she tried very hard to avoid the "stern librarian" appearance displayed by many of her colleagues. "Language, Mister Porter. If you wish to be a professional, you'll need to control that hasty tongue of yours."
"Right sorry," young Porter gasped obligatorily as he shoved aside both flaps that served as the door to her tent and beckoned her outside. He was a consummate portrayal of young adulthood: longish hair that constantly dangled over his brows, sloppily-shaven stubble, and lose, dirty clothes. Dark brown hair and eyes were the only color contrasting an otherwise pasty complexion. "But you must come see this! We've found something in the cave!"
Elizabeth sighed as she closed her archeology book, obviously in no hurry.
Survival of the FittestWithout a pair of scissors within range of convenient reach, most teenagers would grumble before getting up and trudging around until they found a cutting utensil. Most teenagers are also inherently lazy to a certain degree, however, and Bobby was no exception. But thanks to a genetic quirk, he had another option most other teenagers didn’t have. Raising his hand up to stare at it, it took only a miniscule amount of concentration to form three razor-sharp claws of ice between his knuckles. He smiled in personal amusement at his private joke before carefully slicing away the top of the package he had received. After recalling the ice back into his body before it melted and made a mess, he lifted the box top off and raised his brows in surprise to see a shiny, brand-new HD radio resting inside.
“Bobby?” a feminine voice with a deep southern drawl called his attention. “You get a package?”
Bobby Drake tore his eyes away from the beautiful yet mysterious machine to
Fire With Fire
Part 1: Life and Death
Many often spoke of the price of life. Philosophers in nearly every civilization had dedicated their entire lives to speculating on it. One race had even attempted to build a computer the size of a city in an attempt to quantify it. But whatever the price of life was, one thing was sure: It was steep.
It was sometimes easy to forget just how precious life could be after gaining immortality and leading a life of warfare. The Maximal who called himself Gunslinger was not only gaining a lesson in perspective, but economics. Security work paid dirt, even in the slums where guards were paid relatively well. Nevertheless, he had been scrimping and saving for the past thirty years, working until he had enough energon to build a new body one part at a time and grant it the gift of life. He had even sacrificed maintenance on himself and his blue and yellow paint job was mostly worn away. Though, it was hard to tell in the shimmering violet and blue hues of light pr
You Can't Pick...
This would not do. Moonhunter came into the scene late, drawn by a crowd gathered around what someone had dubbed "The Circle of Death." (Funny, how names stuck like that.) That could only mean two things: an all-out brawl, or a duel. The crowd gave way to his presence - expecting him to play the narc, he figured. There had been enough precedent established to make that a logical assumption.
What he found within the ring was a mild surprise: a human fighting a Maximal. And of course the Maximal was winning, which wouldn't have bothered Moonhunter if the human hadn't been a member of his security staff. He was making an embarrassment of the department, allowing himself to be beat by a non-combatant scout. Granted, usually even the weakest of Maximals were still hardier and stronger than the strongest humans. But with enough training, humans had proven they could take on Transformers before. Jenkins was not putting any of his training to use and as he crawled away in defeat, Moonhu
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Sludge lowered his long neck into the swamp, wallowing in both the murky substance that his name described and depression. Grimlock had yelled at him again, for doing something real stupid. But how was he supposed to know that the human children would be afraid of him? He thought they all liked dinosaurs.
Half a mile above him, Swoop did what his name described as he searched the Florida swamps for his teammate. He had volunteered to bring Sludge back because he figured Grimlock had done enough “damage” for the day. Finally finding his fellow Dinobot, he twisted his flexible frame and flew down for a lithe landing on a log. “Uh… hey,” he said awkwardly.
“I was just trying to make friends, you know,” Sludge said.
“I know.”
“Some of the other Autobots have human friends. I thought maybe if I found some humans that liked dinosaurs they’d like me too.”
“I figured.”
“So why did they all run from me?”
“Well,
I try to be diverse in my writings. Action, drama, science fiction, romance, humans, robots... There should be something in there for everybody.
The Challenge
Pick your favorite story and draw a scene or characters from it! Some characters have reference pictures already, but some have never been visually depicted before. If you have any questions, feel free to ask. Some stories contain characters that belong to other people but feel free to draw them as well. You may enter as many times as you like.
The Time Frame
I might as well open for submissions as soon as this is posted.
The Prizes
I will pick my favorite piece based on artistic merit and complexity of the image (in other words, the more stuff you have in the picture, the better).
Fourth Place
100
from rydi1689Third Place
80500 from v-for-vincentSecond Place
1-month Premium SubscriptionA 1K short story commission by Black-Mech500 from v-for-vincent.First Place
100A 1K short story commission. (I do original universes and Transformers or X-men fan fiction by me. Please provide a detailed synopsis of what you want. No slash, no "Out of Character" subject material.) A ONE-YEAR premium subscription from v-for-vincent![I suppose this is the place where I ask if anyone is interested in donating prizes in exchange for the feature. And many thanks to v-for-vincent for his generosity in "sponsorship"!]
One final bit of small print: I reserve the right to cancel the contest if I receive fewer than four entries. If that is the case then I will give each of the people who did enter 50
for their troubles.Someday, I hope to be a published author. If my dreams come true then eventually it won't be hard for me to browse for fan art based off my stories. Til then, though, this will be a good start!
And now I'm getting entries!
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Also, there's another contest going on! This one's for my fellow writers; GrahamThomson is hosting a writing contest over on TransFiction. Go check it out!
Here's my entry.