← All Honours
January 2012
Winner 2 entries
Life is a rhythm. It plays a symphony of its own accord. Peaking and lulling in its own time. Every person a player in a grand orchestra. Their memories an echo in the grand hall of The Basin. Just as memories and echoes fade…

Runner-Up 5 entries
She didn't realize until about halfway through that it was a dream, and then, it was only because it was too beautiful to be…So here we are, gathered this day the last standing, to our dismay. Ten of us left, but who is who? Surely, my brothers,…





Merit 8 entries
At times, I must enquire of myself to what extent these inhabitants of the Wyrden Wood are loyal. Many come from beyond our borders,…*Based on a true story* The Weaver closed her eyes, expanding her awareness to cover the entire plane; dipping below the level of consciousness…An Introductory Analysis to the Taint _____________________________________ Having lived in Magnagora for 137 years, I never once questioned the true nature of the Taint.…In the dawn of my solitude This voice whispers to me Of sweet nothings. A loneliness I feel More often each dusk. This life…







