SomePkmn-LovingDude is holding an Art Jam for characters in costumes from Arabian nights. If you like, you can add your genie characters. For details see here:
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After some reply on the last contest, we decided to broaden the contest: It is still a writing contest, but the outline is now:
Write a story about a genie, who leaves his lamp/bottle/etc. for the first time after hundereds of years. How does she/he experience the new century/culture she/he's in now?
The deadline for the contest is the 31st of July. All entries must be placed in the contest folder of this group. If you got problems posting your stories there, we will assist you. You can enter only one story into the contest. The word limit is at 3000 words.
The prizes will be EITHER an illustration for your story made by OR a co-founder-status for one year in this group.
Nothing at the moment! Check back soon!
Genie ZodiacHey there!
I have some some idea about genies' theme.
What about... Genie Zodiac (Classic, Japanese, etc.)?
I offer 2 variants to do this:
1) The image reflects the appearance of its zodiac sign.
2) The image reflects the characteristics (at least the most remarkable characteristic) of its zodiac sign.
But there was a third way: creating unique Zodiac with unique characters, but this idea seemed too complex, so... if you dare, do it this way.
What do YOU think about this idea? And who agrees to make such Zodiac sign set with me?
If you are ready, send me a note.
All additional conditions are discussed right here, in this entry.
Flight of the GenieFlight of the Genie
Genie: So alone....
A red-headed genie sits on the floor, sporting the usual female Arabian genie outfit colored in orange.
The genie was surrounded by a circular room with nothing but a mat and a table with a healthy rose in a jar.
Genie: (sigh) 500 years later and nothing....Why can someone just let me out already....I'm...I'm tired of being alone...
She collapsed on the floor in boredom, hoping that someone else will release her soon. But more than that, she wants to see how much the world has changed so far.
Suddenly there was a slight vibration that the genie could hear. It kept growing until it became a loud hum.
Genie: (gasp) C..Can it be?
(Outside, in a room)
Sam just bought an odd lamp in an antic store. The lamp had orange swirly design all over . Sam looked over the lamp and started rubbing off dirt and marveled at the design.
Suddenly the lamp vibrated vigorously and Sam dropped it in fear.
Sam: Wha..What the?!..
The cork was pushed out by a s
A World Without WishesShe walked the sun-baked streets, the sun above her still as abrasively bright and hot as she remembered it. The sun, however, was the only thing she still recognized.
The streets of her city, once lined with beautiful palaces, gardens and gates, were now surrounded by square, tan, purpose-built buildings, where there wasn't rubble and remains. Once bustling, the streets here were now deserted, and they were covered in some kind of hard, black substance, like tar. The air was also quite silent, no longer bustling with excited chatter and song, just the hot desert zephyr and an occasional, muffled boom in the distance.
She ran into the occasional other person here and there, mostly tall, white men in strange, baggy clothes just as brown and tan as the dull surroundings. They shouted angrily at her in a language she did not recognize, and when they forcibly tried to take her away, she charmed them into forgetting her, and letting her pass.
The clothes she wore were airy and left little t
Half Genie Spirit
There had been a bright flash of light...
And then nothing.
They had all been fighting something, yet memories were hazy in her mind. The purpose as to why, how and where did not seem to matter much at this point. She couldn't budge, couldn't speak and her own thinking processes were somewhat addled by a force that kept her in place, in chains in an almost literal way as she had been transformed into an immobile object. She could not see it, she could not truly discern it, yet she could feel it deep within herself that she was trapped, that someone would need to save her from this predicament, lest all hope would be lost.
For Samus Aran, this was a position that she had never been truly prepared for. She usually did the scouting, the fighting and the rescuing, ever the one with resources and the skills to complete any objectives, with or without her armor. Now, she was without the Chozo suit and without...allies. Yes, she had been fighting against something, or at least preparing to do