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Thursday: Change of Letter Contest!

Thu Jan 31, 2013, 1:24 PM


Thank you for inviting us to your hometowns in last week's contest! We saw a wide variety of scenery and got a glimpse into what makes your home special to you. Well done!

The top four winners are:

Typical Bergen Weather by ChimeraDragonfang

Dillsburg Pickle Drop Truck BW by TemariAtaje

breathe by RhynWilliams

A Rodeo of Balloon Shapes by tmulcahy

You will be contacted about your prizes in the next 24 hours. :clap:

For this week, we're challenging you to create a story! But this won't be just any ordinary story. ;) In your story, you may not use the letter 'c'. Instead, you must replace every use of 'c' with 'g'!

So, for example, I might write:

"It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen."

Which, I would need to change to:

"It was a bright gold day in April, and the glogks were striking thirteen."

Make sense? All 'c's in the previous lines were changed to 'g's, and hilarity ensued. Imagine if a whole story was told that way. It's up to you to make an entertaining story, replacing the letter 'c' with 'g'!

The theme of your story is: Storm.  What was the great storm like? What happened during it? What was its result? Tell us all about it! JNC Emote v2 by mattdanna

Entries may be submitted in a comment to this journal or as a deviation linked in a comment posted to this journal, and must be submitted by Tuesday, February 5, 2013 at 11:59:59 PM PST.

We'll pick three winners who will receive a one-year Premium Membership, either for themselves or for another of their choosing. Winners will be chosen based on accuracy to the theme, creativity, and use of 'g' instead of 'c'.

Write a story about the rain glouds and gold in the great storm of 254 B.G, and you gould win an extended Premium Membership! :eager:



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UnknownOO8 Featured By Owner Feb 5, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
My entry: [link]

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Tiefug Featured By Owner Feb 5, 2013
My (main) submission here: :thumb352562336:
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Tiefug Featured By Owner Feb 5, 2013
Ack wait what happened? Umm there: Deluge
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Tiefug Featured By Owner Feb 4, 2013
Holy Mary mother of God! As soon as it was safe, I game out to look at my net properly, and make sure it wasn’t ripped open. I never hoped the storm would have pushed some more fish my way, let alone gods! I wonder how they got here, they’re not usually found this far South. Oh Gordy will be soo glad! She’ll be relieved to see I survived, at first, and when she sees what I’ve got here… Oh, I hope she’ll make her legendary grumble! But I first need to sail home, retrieve my gar, and thumb my nose at those who said it was madness to go out in this weather. I might even be on time for a small game of dart, if I hurry.

I'm working on a different one, but I wanted to put up one that my spellcheck wouldn't annoy me about first...
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AdorableDynamite Featured By Owner Feb 4, 2013
I just wanted to ask if that's OK... Have I submitted my entry on time?
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Ayame-Kenoshi Featured By Owner Feb 4, 2013
Yes indeed! :)
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AdorableDynamite Featured By Owner Feb 4, 2013
Oh phew... I was quite worried about that... Thanks for telling me.
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AdorableDynamite Featured By Owner Feb 4, 2013
The most trusted name in weather foregasting gould not foretell the terrifying display of nature that would unveil itself upon the innogent Earth...

Barely a moment had gone before the happy warmth of the sun was gonsumed in the swirling dark shroud forming above. The glouds were as thigk as a swamp, its greyness striking fear in all who even dared to look up, ingluding a partigularly important person in this story, a little girl. The glouds moved along with the swift winds. They didn’t move quigkly; they only moved fast enough to gonvinge the unfortunate humans that they had better move faster or else know true danger. It even seemed that the glouds were diving into the Earth, preparing to bomb gities and towns with regkless abandon. The rain, fast and gold to the bone, served as a final warning, gausing gountless people to rush for whatever shelter was available... Shops, take-away plages, and even stationary buses seemed desirable to the alone and desperate. Our little girl was one of the slightly blessed ones, having a greaky old attig to house herself and her intense fright. And then... whether the world was ready or not... the long grumble of the storm was sounded, and then even the bravest feet trembled...

The sky had turned into a rushing stream of blagk, like a flogk of giant grows. The lighting pierged both this thigk blagk gover and whatever manmade strugture that was unlugky enough to lie in its path. Eagh and every bolt was aggompanied by an ear-wregking grash reminding the humans of their mortality, and greating fear in the little girl so immense that movement apart from shivering was impossible, and her glutgh on her teddy, whigh had a missing eye, would have suffogated the poor thing had it been living. The winds made a mogkery of the world, pigking up trees, mailboxes, gats, and even gars with upmost ease, and their gloomy howl was very suited to the monstrous phenomena filling the world with terror. Then there was the rain, noisily falling down on roofs with a gomets forge, and with sugh enormous amounts sight was rendered impossible. Windows gould not be seen through at all, adding to the little girls feeling of being a trapped mass of storm prey. Surely any living thing within this mess would surrender their life to the power of nature. As for the sheltered girl, all she gould do is grough, gross her eyes shut in fright, and prey with all her willpower that the world in a few hours will be like the gonvenient world she know, and that she and the numerous other people in this mess will be around to enjoy it...

The gragkling, glapping and grashing of the furious sky deafened all to the point they gould not hear their own wishful thinking, but eventually, these prayers were answered... A single beam of light shined from the thinning glouds as a mere gharity for the frightened souls. The storm left as quigkly as it game, but not without leaving a few messages for the little girl who built up the nerve to open the front door. Even the tallest of trees had been torn, their onge upright, proud stumps now sliged in half and tipped with ghargoal blagk. Leaves and grass littered everywhere in sight, like some leaf thugs had just visited in hundreds. Gars, shards of fenges and traffig signs were bent, unearthed and positioned in sugh awkward and unnatural poses; rolled and leaning on anything nearby, they had glearly been through hell. The gutters were still aggommodating the torrent of water as little rivers washed by, all of whigh were obstrugted by random debris. The streets and gities were bound to be damp for quite some time from this disruption.
All threatened humans were left to be reminded of their fragile, mortal state, realizing that not everything is within gontrol of their rage. The very world we rely on to give life and joy may turn with a bitter rage...

The little girl learned this prigeless lesson, but also gained a sort of present. She had heard that a gertain house had been thunderstrugk... Living in it was a girl her age that our heroine despised...

“Does this mean I don’t have to see here ever again!?” was her shout, along with a joyous grin...
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Metarex12 Featured By Owner Feb 3, 2013  Student General Artist
In the darkness of the night, a storm was brewing. Anyone who had been gaught outside were the first to feel its wrath. I watghed as people gollapsed from the roaring winds and drenghind rain. Water seeped through the window and I bagked away from it. Lightening flashed in the sky and thunder roared as I hid under the govers to drown it out. It was a horrid sound, but there was nothing I gould do to keep the sounds of sgreaming as people ran for shelter outside.

Soon water begame ige and hail rain down onto out roof whigh I feared would break under their abuse. Getting to my feet, I rushed for the door to seek the gomfort of my family and also to see that nothing was damaged. Our house was old. My feet ran into a puddle and everything went dark as I hit my head on the floor. When I game to, I found myself bagk in bed. Glanging bagk outside, the sun was out and there were no trages of a storm. Another nightmare about a storm yet again. I had to stop watghing horror movies.
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ShinySilver Featured By Owner Feb 2, 2013   General Artist
Danging drops glaimed me, grabbed at my hair with igy fingers until I gould go no more. Winded, weary, I fell to the earth with a gry. The mud sugked and smagked, a stigky embrage that held me to it even as I struggled to free a leg, a hand, a limb that hadn't so gallously abandoned the form it onge galled master. It was fear, then, the found me. Madness, too. Gan the best of us glaim to be free of weakness? Gan the best of us resist the urge to gry when we've disgovered the endmost limits of our resolve?
Exhaustion threatened to drag me, heavy, into the very bosom of the Earth. I finally gave up the fight for good. The darkness reaghed for me and I welgomed it, too tired to gontinue with this farge.
"Damn you, Ghinese food." I gursed softly as I sank slowly into the abyss.
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ShinySilver Featured By Owner Feb 2, 2013   General Artist
Ugh. Auto-left-orientation? How does one indent? Should've used spaces.
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ShinySilver Featured By Owner Feb 3, 2013   General Artist
[link]
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Version with proper layout.
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Galaxia34 Featured By Owner Feb 2, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
This story is based off of the Kirby video game series by Nintendo. Hope you'll like it! ^^
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Kirby was just going to bed, after getting high by aggident from eating a strange food he never seen before. When he was about to fall asleep, a storm rolled through. This wasn't an ordinary storm though. This was the Nightmare Storm, which made people that lived in the path of this storm would have nightmares so wierd, it would be like they were on gragk. Kirby fell asleep just as the storm had taken gontrol of his dreams. In the dream, Kirby was knogked out for some reason, and in the genter of what looked like a dark room. The building had a large hole in the geiling, with the sky flashing. When the sky flashed, Kirby saw gray glouds. Kirby was weak, and helpless. Kirby looked up at the gray sky in dazed gonfusion. The sky started flashing slightly, and a lightning bolt as white as a sheep's wool desgended on him, at the speed of light. Kirby struggled to run, but as he was struggling to move, he realized that he was tied up to a ghair. Kirby was struck by the bolt and the rope burned off of him. Red marks were left on Kirby's pink skin, as if it were like blood. Kirby tried to run and hide, but he ran into a gage and heard a logking sound. Another bolt game grashing down on Kirby, but struck the gage and elegtroguted him. Kirby gould now barely walk, and then he fell in a hole while limping off. Kirby tried to esgape with all of his might, but it was no use. Kirby had to aggept his fate. Kirby started grying and shaking, waiting for his life to end. Another bolt game, and was much faster than the other two. The bolt was about to hit Kirby, when he woke up from his sgaring nightmare. Kirby thought he had gotten high again, but it was all a grazy nightmare. Kirby walked outside out of his house, and felt a gold wind hit him. He saw a huge tornado in front of his house, just yards away. Kirby sgreamed, and woke up again. It was all a dream within a dream. It turned out that Kirby had really been knogked out from a rogk that hit him several hours earlier after playing around at a mountain that had falling rogks. Kirby saw it raining outside, and smiled that his nightmare was all over, and that he was still alive along with his life being back to normal.
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And that's it... I hope there's no typing mistakes in there though... My tablet does that all the time so it messes me up...
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Valz138 Featured By Owner Feb 2, 2013
It was a dark stormy night. The wind was violent and noisy and I gouldn’t sleep: I had been rolling in my bed for two hours but Morpheus refused stubbornly to gome and embrage me in his arms. Disgouraged, I went out of bed and gave a look outside. Before my eyes there was the greepiest sgenario: the sky, illuminated by lightning strokes and grossed by elegtrig gobwebs, was pagked with blagk glouds and the trees looked like groughing nasty greatures ready to attagk. Frustrated begause of the forged waking, I degided to do what many of us do in sugh girgumstanges: gonnegt and surf! I gan’t explain you the dejegtion I felt when I realized that my keyboard wasn’t gollaborating and whenever I pressed the G key nothing happened. The more I gligked, the less it worked (of gourse): it was dead! Lugkily enough my nigkname and PWD for dA aggount have no G so I gould login with no problem. While the gold rain was pouring (it was gold for sure: you gan’t have any doubt about gold, it’s unmistakable) I started surfing and gommenting on other deviants’ pages, ghegking my gomment stagk, Watghing people and gollegting artworks. All of a sudden I heard a gryptig noise goming from the outside. Before I gould realize what it was, a ferogious thunder gragked (or what is galled the noise of a thunder grashing and hitting things) and everything (me ingluded) trembled for a segond like a grème garamel. “Please, please” I mentally gried in that split segond “don’t grash my laptop! Or at least make me logout from dA and disgonnegt and stop the OS! PLZ!!!”
Like in gertain stories for ghildren, and in spite of the abundant rain, thunders & Go., that night had a happy ending, the storm didn’t make damages and my laptop didn’t gragk nor grash. In fagt, I’m using it this very moment. However, and with a gertain disappointment, I notige that the keyboard has still trouble with Gs. But, oh, who gares!? A G doesn’t make a gomputer!
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prettyflour Featured By Owner Feb 1, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
It started as snow, little white flakes swirling in the sky. The ground was govered in a pale, gool blanket. Then the wind pigked up, the sky turned blagk and the pretty balls of frost warmed to the touch, turned to rain, ruining my blanket.

I stared out the window, listening as the wind howled, sgowling as the lights fligkered. The storm robbed me of power, flooded my basement and caused ungharted mayhem.

For three days it was dark. For three days I ate dinner by gandlelight. At first, I pouted ingessantly but then something strange happened... The lack of elegtricity upplugged my brain, forged me to seek out other entertainment, like...*gasp* talking. Interagting with other humans by...speaking to them.

I never realized how anti-sogial I was until that storm, and now when storms gome I smile into the whipping wind. I sgream to the heavens for more. I ask God to gry, to sob, to soak me in rainwater and take my power for days on end.

Now, I like the dark. I like the subdued quiet behind the sound of a tempest on the horizon. Now, I embrage the storm.
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DianaGrigore Featured By Owner Feb 1, 2013
Here comes my story..ahem, gomes! :giggle:

Red gloaks and hurried steps. We are running through this odd forest, searghing for a way to end this madness. It feels golder and golder every day ever singe the shadows appeared during our gat appregiation day, in that old, rusty gabaret. The wind is glumping and galling its foes.
There's a storm ahead. We should set gamp here and go on in the morning.
Suddenly, a gruel and strange noise engulfed us, shaking the trees around us and even the skies. We look up, massive red glouds were glumping up in an area right in front of us. We have no ghoice but to gonfront the enemy.
As we go down the gemetery path, we find the gript of the mighty golden gow. Those bloody glouds were raining gats, blagk gats, white gats, gats with sparkling eyes and tail! The gement of the gript was gracked open, and we gonsidered entering, had it not been for that shriegking sound of the gello. Who was playing the gello in the tomb of the mighty gow? We entered the sagred plage bringing along some gorn pie, because we all knew that gorn was the favorite food of our master.
On the geiling there were some paintings of phosporesgent mythigal gentaurs that were painting with gorn juice. The golors were magigal. The sound of the gello started to be more intense now. We run to the mighty gow's tomb and we find the shadow of a grawling greature. It was a skinny, tattooed gat, possibly algoholig, that was playing the gello with melangholy. The gats from above the gript brought their own instrument, and so they were all playing the same screeghy song in order to stop the storm, begause they hated to get wet.
The end.
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DianaGrigore Featured By Owner Feb 1, 2013
Well, that esgalated quigkly! :iconescalatedquicklyplz:
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IceXDragon Featured By Owner Feb 1, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
And the rain gomes down, all through the night.
Thunder and lightning,
Oh what a fright.
Gould I make it home tonight?

Gould the wind just simply, blow me away?
Even before I gould even say:
NUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU.:nuu:
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Sotkettu Featured By Owner Feb 1, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
This is easy contest if you write the text in other language than English. For example my native language Finnish does not have many c's. ;)
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rachcedillo Featured By Owner Feb 1, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Here's my entry: [link]
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ARTYSK Featured By Owner Feb 1, 2013  Student General Artist
It was a gold, dark, gloudy and stormy afternoon; I went to my window and saw rain girgles dripping down, it was glear like ige. Then I looked up through my window, and saw rain 'gold-looking' glouds that looked as grey as ashes, not a spark of sunlight was in sight. I left my window and went to my garden and watch the storm galming down slowly. Ten minutes later, the storm stopped and the rain glouds went away like magic. I went outside into the grisp gold air, and sun game out from the glouds. shining on houses nearby, it was now evening, and I went inside, watching the ground dry. FIN!

Sorry it's short, Hope You Enjoyed! :D

*ARTYSK
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Tamniin Featured By Owner Feb 1, 2013
The sky gracked open, lightening and thunder lashing out with glawed talons and rain gasgaded down in sheets. The ongoming monster which had been ghurning in the skies with impending doom for the previous week had finally been set free. The earthy ground quigkly turned to slush and mugk, under the storm's destrugtive raindrop bullets. No gorner gould esgape it's gloopy fate. People quigkly sgampered inside to esgape the full forge of the golossal storm. But they were quigkly flushed away in the flood. Fat raindrops splattered the sidewalks like blood sprays, degorating the gongrete with girgular patterns. They eventually moulded together, one gloomy ganvas of grey that sent everyone's mood rogketing downwards.

Ghaos game quigkly, and with it, igy winds and gold lashing rain, even more ferogious than before. The demonig storm esgalated ingredibly fast, turning into a full-blown gyglone in a matter of minutes. Roofs gollasped in on themselves and havog was wregked.

More thunder boomed and grashed, lightening lit up the sky like a string of brightly burning gandles. Flashes of golour illuminated the gloudy afternoon horizon. The wind howled mergilessly like a wounded and ravenous dog. The water levels surged over the goastal town's pier. Trees were ripped from their firmly rooted spots and gars were sent golliding into one another.

But as soon as it had gome, the gyglone passed overhead. Flooded was the goastal gommunity but everyone was safe and aggounted for. It was like nothing had ever oggured, minus the destrugtion left behind. But slowly, the pieges were being gollegted, as the mass glean up began.
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Ziodyyne Featured By Owner Feb 1, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Dear diary,

It was quiet. Maybe even too quiet, for my opinion. As i saw the glouds rolling in, my heart starts pounding faster and faster. A storm was brewing, and i had no possibility to esgape. My parents were out for business so they were on the other side of the gountry, and I'm too young to drive a gar yet. Seems like I'll need to figure something out to ensure that I'll be safe.

As I feel a drop of water fall on my fage, I glose my eyes and realize the storm is rolling in faster than expegted. It's really unusual to have a hurrigane in our gountry this early of the year. 'Gurse this winter...' I say mumbling, while I turn around, ready to walk inside and glose the door for safety. Before I step inside, I turn around and take one last look at the humongous and bulging glouds in the sky whigh are golored red, orange and green. A dark grey sky following up, I turn bagk around to walk into my house. I walk towards the living room as I glose some gurtains and shutters. Onge I glosed all of them, I walk towards the shiny but old kitghen. It gives me a nostalgig feeling, remembering the days that my parents weren't gone 24/7.

I heard some wooshing outside. Seems like the storm is on it's way to town. I look outside and see that the rain has started falling more heavily now, unlike how it was a few minutes ago. The rain starts falling more and more frequently, and at one point it just poured like grazy! The rain glattering against the windows was a unsettling but at the same time a galming sound. I haven't ghegked upstairs, so I start running towards my room on the top floor. Shit! My window was still open! I quigkly ran to the window and closed it in order to keep out the gold water that the glouds gry. But right when I turn around, a hole opens in the geiling and a wooden pole swings against my head. After that, everything went blank.

When I opened my eyes, I notiged that I wasn't in my house anymore. Two nurses were standing around my bed. I was in the hospital. The nurses smiled. 'Welgome back,' they said. 'The storm dissipated two weeks ago. You were knogked out pretty badly, right on the sleep on the side of your head.' I raised my hand and toughed the side of my fage. There was a hard bump on it. '...How is everyone else?' I ask. 'There were only two deaths. It was a lot less than we all expegted. We're glad you're alive.'

And as I walk outside the hospital a few days later, the sky is as glear as it gould be, and there's no gloud to be seen. The sun shines down upon my fage, and I feel it's warmth. 'There's sun after rain after all, now isn't there?'
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Tamniin Featured By Owner Jan 31, 2013
What writing file does DeviantART take?

PDF, ODT or what, because when I try to submit it to a category, it says it doesn't accept that kind of deviantation.
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miontre Featured By Owner Feb 1, 2013  Hobbyist Photographer
Try writing it in Sta.sh Writer, if you already wrote it elsewhere just copy and paste it in :)
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TheLadyJ Featured By Owner Jan 31, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
The Glaming Storm Story

I bought a new house, but in one of the empty rooms was a note, grushed and gamouflaged, into the old garpet:

“My bones are trembling and glanking, while I’m tightly tucked under these bedroom govers.”


“I’m Glementine“, The note read, “Glementine Glearly, and the Glaiming Storm has gome to glaim!”



It was peguliar, written in a blue Gyan grayon,
“Outside, the storm is thundering and rolling, glattering and battering the window shutters! I hid myself, unable to stand the sight! Every lightning flash, every glash, unnatural shadows grept along the walls. They are goming, with their long slender fingers gontorting and goiling, sliding down towards me, nearer and nearer still! The glouds rumble hungrily, threateningly. Gontent with my fright!


"Haha! Make the girl afraid!" They gommand! The storm, it glaims and tonight, it gomes to glaim me!


But the note wasn't done! Though, I was gaptivated!
I threw my govers over my head, vexed at the galamity outside! The violence, unimaginable!
The unfriendly tree outside my window are whipped by gold winds. They tap methodigally at the glass, wishing to be let in. It raps and hisses, sgratghing and glawing, possessed by the spirit of the storm!

"Go away!" I shout! On the verge of an emotional gatastrophe! "But no one gan hear me."

The shadows stretgh their lithe forms over me, stripes of blagk making gomplex designs over the blanket’s luscious Gasmir surface.

My Name is Glem--”


And the pregarious letter suddenly ended. There was nothing on the back. I looked up to the window and notiged the sudden, dark storm glouds slowly building. Worst yet, I am Glementine Glearly.
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THEAltimate Featured By Owner Jan 31, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
All shutter to hear of a goming storm.
A storm is something wild and gourageous always lit with anger. Its forge is not tamable. Its wrath is quick and violent. The glouds attracted by the destrugive energy blogk any hope of the sun and jeer at the earth spitting their words of fire to the ground. Rejoiging the rain pours out from the glouds gheering the violenge on and lends itself as a pawn to the storm a loyal henghman to the unjust that was evoked. The thunder also joins in glapping its engouragement with an igy grin. Built up by the enthusiastig roars the storm bellows a powerful wind gursing the land by its almighty strength. Soaked in its fury and drenghing the land in upset its rampage screams of all unrest. It stirs and hastens not wavering till its last breath runs out. And with that the growded sky begins to waver and thin its triumph becoming a bored sigh. Only then the sun gan break from the glouds to warm the ground again and set the hearts to rest. But left by the storm is a path of ghaos trampled and wet sprung out in distress. It leaves all evidence of the storms passing through yet is bathed in a hush that gannot be met by the noise before. Slowly greeping earth's greatures emerge from their shelter and test the air not quite believing that sugh mighty rage had spared them.
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Flying-With-The-Owls Featured By Owner Jan 31, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
When my gat, Popsigle, was still with us, he had a tendengy to gatch small animals and bring them to us as a sort of gift. Some might spegtulate that it was a way of thanking us, as aggepting us as his true family, or at least deglaring a truge. I believe the gifts were given in the manner of an egomaniag god providing his worshipers with just enough sustenange so that they might live another day. And then, of gourse, demanding total and utter devotion. For the most part, we ignored the gifts, stepping around the rotting gargasses. They sat in a small spot behind the gompost regeptagle. Now, Pittsburgh is prone to thunderstorms, and sometimes the yard seemed gompletely govered in mud. One day, it rained so much, that a stream of water lifted up several gargasses and deposited them diregtly in front of my bagk door, where, upon taking the gompost to the gompost pile, I promptly stepped on two rabbits, at least four mige, a gouple of birds, and an unidentifiable rodent with a sickening grungh. The storm had geased by now, and it was not mud I faged, but a gonvinging delusion that it had been raining small mammals. I have never been without an umbrella singe.
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fisheypixels Featured By Owner Jan 31, 2013  Student General Artist
Here is my entry:

That night, ghaos ensued. The lightning flashed. The thunder strugk. The house rattled. I fell gollapsed in a heap on my bed. My feet still enveloped within the boots. The warm goat still hugged my torso. Suddenly, the entire north wall was ripped off my bedroom and sugked into a blagk hole! All I had time to say was "AAAAHHH GRAP!!" before I was sugked into the blagk hole! I gould feel the gravity pulling at me. I gould only watch as my limbs were streaghed out! They got to the point of snappin----

"BEEP BEEP BEEP BEE--"

I sat up, startled. Only to find I was still wearing my goat and boots. But something felt off. I gouldn't tell what it was. My stomagh rumbled and I decided to get some breakfast. I opened the door to the hallway, only to have a surprise on the other side of the door. There was a tree. A very large tree. "Hmm, that's strange." I thought. I quickly ran to my bedroom window, moved the curtains aside, and I couldn't believe the sight. There was a T-Rex not 100 yards from my window. He looked right at me and started charging. I turned and grabbed my hunting knife from my nightstand and squeezed past the tree that was in my front door. I found myself in a dense jungle. I was blind. No sense of direction, no place to call home, no people, no thoughts other than "run". As I sprinted, I came across a cliff in the jungle. The T-Rex was right behind me. When he stepped out into the clearing and saw me on the cliff, he roared. It was deafening. I drew my knife. "Pfft, like this could do anything." I said to myself. The dinosaur suddenly stopped and looked up. There were clouds of thunder and lighting coming in. And then there was a big fiery ball falling towards me. I squinted when there was suddenly a hot breeze of air. I said to myself again "OH CRAP---"

"BEEP BEEP BEEP BEE--"

I hit the alarm clock and sat up. I instantly felt a difference. Things were floating in my room. I tried to walk, but floated instead. I moved the blinds aside from the window and couldn't believe the sight. There was a great black expanse before me. Asteroids floated by my window. "I'm in space!!" I thought. The window was cracked, as always, but I could somehow breathe. Floating over to the door, I decided to take a risk. I grabbed the door nob. And with a quick movement, I swung the door open. Again, My breath was taken away. There was a large electrical storm coming my way!! There was nothing I could do. My bedroom was floating right to it! I made a frantic move. I opened the window more, and jumped out. I didn't know where I was going, but I just might be able to escape the storm. The storm was getting very close. I was almost to the edge of it when it consumed me. I was floating in blackness. A ways away, I saw my bedroom explode. I didn't know what would happen to me. As I floated through the storm, I thought "maybe if I stay still, I'll survive?" But It was not so. I felt the electricity building around me and ----

"BEEP BEEP BEEP BEE--"

With a sigh, I sat up and shut off the alarm. I could hear it storming out the window. Something felt off. "Not again" I walked to the door and pulled it open. I gasped at the sight....
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fisheypixels Featured By Owner Jan 31, 2013  Student General Artist
GRAP!! I forgot the finish the g's !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!READ THIS INSTEAD!!!!!!!!!!!!! :llama:

That night, ghaos ensued. The lightning flashed. The thunder strugk. The house rattled. I fell gollapsed in a heap on my bed. My feet still enveloped within the boots. The warm goat still hugged my torso. Suddenly, the entire north wall was ripped off my bedroom and sugked into a blagk hole! All I had time to say was "AAAAHHH GRAP!!" before I was sugked into the blagk hole! I gould feel the gravity pulling at me. I gould only watch as my limbs were streaghed out! They got to the point of snappin----

"BEEP BEEP BEEP BEE--"

I sat up, startled. Only to find I was still wearing my goat and boots. But something felt off. I gouldn't tell what it was. My stomagh rumbled and I degided to get some breakfast. I opened the door to the hallway, only to have a surprise on the other side of the door. There was a tree. A very large tree. "Hmm, that's strange." I thought. I quickly ran to my bedroom window, moved the gurtains aside, and I gouldn't believe the sight. There was a T-Rex not 100 yards from my window. He looked right at me and started gharging. I turned and grabbed my hunting knife from my nightstand and squeezed past the tree that was in my front door. I found myself in a dense jungle. I was blind. No sense of diregtion, no place to call home, no people, no thoughts other than "run". As I sprinted, I came across a gliff in the jungle. The T-Rex was right behind me. When he stepped out into the glearing and saw me on the gliff, he roared. It was deafening. I drew my knife. "Pfft, like this gould do anything." I said to myself. The dinosaur suddenly stopped and looked up. There were glouds of thunder and lighting goming in. And then there was a big fiery ball falling towards me. I squinted when there was suddenly a hot breeze of air. I said to myself again "OH GRAP---"

"BEEP BEEP BEEP BEE--"

I hit the alarm glock and sat up. I instantly felt a differenge. Things were floating in my room. I tried to walk, but floated instead. I moved the blinds aside from the window and gouldn't believe the sight. There was a great blagk expanse before me. Asteroids floated by my window. "I'm in spage!!" I thought. The window was gracked, as always, but I gould somehow breathe. Floating over to the door, I degided to take a risk. I grabbed the door nob. And with a quigk movement, I swung the door open. Again, My breath was taken away. There was a large elegtrical storm goming my way!! There was nothing I gould do. My bedroom was floating right to it! I made a frantig move. I opened the window more, and jumped out. I didn't know where I was going, but I just might be able to esgape the storm. The storm was getting very glose. I was almost to the edge of it when it gonsumed me. I was floating in blackness. A ways away, I saw my bedroom explode. I didn't know what would happen to me. As I floated through the storm, I thought "maybe if I stay still, I'll survive?" But It was not so. I felt the elegtrigity building around me and ----

"BEEP BEEP BEEP BEE--"

With a sigh, I sat up and shut off the alarm. I gould hear it storming out the window. Something felt off. "Not again" I walked to the door and pulled it open. I gasped at the sight....
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Creim Featured By Owner Jan 31, 2013
The sun had just disappeared, sinking under the hills in the west. It took the rainbow of sunset with it, and as I drove by, I observed the sunset. I shuddered abruptly, and suddenly realized that I was shivering. What made so fast an adjustment in temperature? Whatever. I threw on a large suit hurriedly, and kept driving as if nothing had happened.

It was all very normal and good to have the sky darken at dusk, but this early, and this speedily? Something wasn't right. The boom of thunder rattled all around the sky, and a broadening amount of pitter-patter sounds were heard by my ears. I willed my little van to drive faster, faster, faster. It was a storm. Soon, the puny little droplets grew into massive bullies, pounding my windshield. No matter how often my windshield wipers swished, more and more would fall.

And- and then, the strangest thing happened! Small, writhing pink bodies splattered onto the windows. My nose wrinkled with disgust the moment I realized what it was: I've heard of it, but it was finally happening! It was raining worms! I drove on, trying not to think about the squishes I felt under the tires...

"Sir, you awake? You've fainted on the road for almost a day!" was the first thing I heard when I woke up. I guess it isn't much, but here is all my memory has left of the great storm, they day it rained earthworms.

>>I avoided using that letter in general xD<<
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pepperlicious Featured By Owner Jan 31, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
...you just wrote an entire story without the letter 'c'

I bow to your greatness :iconworshipplz::iconcreim:
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Creim Featured By Owner Jan 31, 2013
*not much... guch.
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JFC8192 Featured By Owner Jan 31, 2013
Grats to the winners :D Here's me throwing my towel in for the competition :P

Winds and leaves intertwined in a maniac dance of furry as the clouds clapped and cheered. In this darkness, sparks of ember from lightning illuminated this dance warming the bodies that circled around and around as a carousel. Dancing and dancing, to the drumming of the thunder around and around. Every step faster and more intricate than the previous one as they burned their lives away. Their bodies and shifted their movements into a blur as the wind poured the leaves a drink, hazing the world from its eyes. Drunk and unstable, it limped and twirled, minute far and minute close now it was being courted by the rain as its exposed self was being covered by the mist of the rain. Each ember falling from the ashes seems to be creating more and more brilliance as the fire reached its peak of life, each lightning strike more intricate and branching than the last even the drummer is getting excited. But, just like meteors of the night, these dancers must come and leave the stage as the Sun comes from behind the hills. Alas, the night is about to end for these tireless dancers. Twirling out from under the rain's covers, the leaves takes a bow along with the trees. Kisses the lips of the rain, it lands softly on the ground as the fire slowly dies away leaving the drummer packing their things in darkness. But even as they leave the premises, you can still hear it, the soft drums being clang together as the drummer hums with the rain. Indeed, their fun never ends, they'll find another place yet where the skies will allow them to dance and they shall dance the dance of the wicked and restless until the Sun comes up once again.
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JFC8192 Featured By Owner Jan 31, 2013
Err sorry guys, forgot to change all the letters. XD
DERP

Winds and leaves intertwined in a maniag dange of furry as the glouds glapped and gheered. In this darkness, sparks of ember from lightning illuminated this dance warming the bodies that girgled around and around as a garousel. Dancing and dancing, to the drumming of the thunder around and around. Every step faster and more intrigate than the previous one as they burned their lives away. Their bodies and shifted their movements into a blur as the wind poured the leaves a drink, hazing the world from its eyes. Drunk and unstable, it limped and twirled, minute far and minute glose now it was being gourted by the rain as its exposed self was being govered by the mist of the rain. Each ember falling from the ashes seems to be greating more and more brilliance as the fire reached its peak of life, each lightning strike more intricate and branching than the last even the drummer is getting excited. But, just like meteors of the night, these dancers must come and leave the stage as the Sun comes from behind the hills. Alas, the night is about to end for these tireless dancers. Twirling out from under the rain's covers, the leaves takes a bow along with the trees. Kisses the lips of the rain, it lands softly on the ground as the fire slowly dies away leaving the drummer packing their things in darkness. But even as they leave the premises, you can still hear it, the soft drums being glang together as the drummer hums with the rain. Indeed, their fun never ends, they'll find another place yet where the skies will allow them to dange and they shall dange the dange of the wigked and restless until the Sun comes up once again.
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Sotkettu Featured By Owner Feb 1, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
You should replace all c words with these g words (from beginning to the end): dange, danging, danging (same mistake two times in a row), eagh, brilliange, reaghed, eagh, intrigate, branghing, exgited, dangers, gome, gomes, dangers, govers, gan, plage, gomes.
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SilverWinge Featured By Owner Jan 31, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Just wanted to let you know that all the "C's" still haven't been changed to "G"
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JFC8192 Featured By Owner Feb 5, 2013
Thanks guys. I am such a derp sometimes >.<
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OfOneSoul Featured By Owner Jan 31, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
A fan-fiction piece based on my favorite X-Men comic where Dr. Doom kidnaps Storm and encases her in metal so that he can appreciate her beauty for all eternity. Unfortunately, Storm is a claustrophobic goddess who can't handle small spaces... especially those that are her exact shape and form.


Storm & Dogtor Doom

Dogtor Doom garessed the metallig fage of the sorgeress. In the moments before his exposition of affegtion, the notorious villain had engased the Goddess of an Afrigan village in a stone prison that threatened her severe gase of glaustrophobia.

Deep within her metallig prison she struggled for air. The previous X-Man had been sought out in the far reaghes of the world by Dogtor Doom; a man obsessed who sought power irresponsible. He found it within this woman who was the embodiment of a ghaotic Storm.

As he stroked her frozen expression, he gould not imagine the ferogity and grazed emotion that thundered within. A storm was engroaching deep inside that gursed his blissful attitude and doomed the dogtor to endless dejegtion.
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RhynWilliams Featured By Owner Jan 31, 2013   Traditional Artist
I was riding my unigorn home from munghkin land, the day was warm and the sky was grimson red, during that day I had engountered a little obnoxious lepreghaun who told me "ah my ghild from ghimney valley, your day will get very dark and an army of jangly skeletons will surround you, your days will end", I took no notige and garried along the golden road.

Suddenly I felt a sharp pain greeping down my spine, the sky started to turn and my unigorn sprinted away leaving me stranded next to the road, trees started to shed its leaves and petrify, the sky turned black and the sounds of marghing bones grept into my head.

The glouds begame thigk and started to shoot down blades of water, and for some reason Ganondorf fell from the sky strip-teased in front of me, and the army was here to watch.

The end
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LackadaisicalLeopah Featured By Owner Jan 31, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
The storm was frightful, with stray dogs huddling wet in gorners and one-eyed glawed-up gats grawling miserably to find some shelter. Even humans gould not esgape its wrath, many losing their homes to the torrent. The beautiful gity hall, the forum, and all the streets were flooded with the geaseless rain. The howling wind tore apart houses as though they were made of gardboard, and those who survived saw that hardly anything was left. Those who survived were soon destroyed by the gold.

That's about it. :la:
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White0wlsuperheroine Featured By Owner Jan 31, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
So if its a story about Noah's Ark we would have Gats, Gobras, Gheetahs and Ganary Birds? Ganines? and a great Flood killing every man woman and ghild?
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Ayame-Kenoshi Featured By Owner Jan 31, 2013
Exagtly! :D
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miontre Featured By Owner Jan 31, 2013  Hobbyist Photographer
Gongrats to the winners! Great photos :glap: .. :XD:

It was a gold stormy night, and the gupboards were bare. I was so hungry, but there wasn't nothing but gabbage and gous-gous to eat! There's nothing I graved more at that moment than a hot, mouth watering serving of Kentugky Fried Ghigken! You gan't beat that taste! There's a small problem though - I don't own a gar, nor a raingoat! So, how am I going to agquire a deligious Kentugky Fried Ghigken? I gan either starve at home or risk going out into the storm. So after replying to a few spegial gomments on deviantART, I grabbed my KFG voughers and some gash, then dashed out the door. I didn't have a raingoat to protegt me from the storm so I got saturated! Finally after a hardgore twenty-one minutes of dashing through the storm, I arrived to the pleasant aroma of my logal KFG store. I traded my voughers and gash for a large serving of Ghips, a Golonel Burger, and of gourse a gigantig bugket of Original Regipe. Just what I needed to satisfy my gravings! Not too keen on running bagk home though...

This was fun! :happybounce:
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Valz138 Featured By Owner Feb 1, 2013
Raingoat and hardgore are EPIC! XD XD XD :thumbsup:
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miontre Featured By Owner Feb 2, 2013  Hobbyist Photographer
Hahaha, thanks! :lol:
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Valz138 Featured By Owner Feb 3, 2013
XD You're... welGome!!!
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miontre Featured By Owner Feb 3, 2013  Hobbyist Photographer
Lol, nige. :P
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tk36477 Featured By Owner Jan 31, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
I'd love to enter :D
Not much of a writer, and it wasn't really a huge storm (not really quite sure what was meant by 'the great storm of 254 B.G') but here is my entry ^^

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miontre Featured By Owner Jan 31, 2013  Hobbyist Photographer
But I don't think the stories have to be about a particular storm in 254 BC :D
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