The Devil's In The Detail Competition

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Competition Status: CLOSED

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For my 15th literature competition I want to challenge people to do something that may benefit their writing, so I present to you all the Devil's in the Detail Competition.
I'm challenging you to think of something that a person has to do at least once a month, but it could be every minute of every day, and then put it in a fantasy environment.


:bulletblue: Brushing your teeth if you are a vampire
:bulletblue: Walking your dog onboard a space station
:bulletblue: Having a prostate exam when everyone else on the planet is a zombie. (eek!)

The challenge is really to focus your mind on how your characters behave and interact with their environments and how the environment being different than yours (the writers) can affect how they do those things. Hopefully this will come in handy for you even if you don't write in the fantasy genre, because its all about character development.

Judgement Day

This competition will close on August 17th, that's just over three weeks away. The deadline will be GMT midnight on the 17th (as the 18th breaks). If you wanna know what time that is for you, use the timezone converter here.

If you would like to participate in judging this competition feel free to note me. Judges can still participate and win but cannot pass judgement on their own piece.

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Prizes :iconcatchpoints01::iconcatchpoints02:

1st Place

:bulletblue: 2000 points from PoetryOD
:bulletblue: A cake badge from PoetryOD
:bulletblue: 250 points from LadyLincoln
:bulletblack: A journal feature from Persistent-Practice
:bulletblack: Poetry commission from Sammur-amat
:bulletblack: 100 points from xlntwtch
:bulletblack: 3 month premium membership from scarletwave
:bulletblack: A critique, journal feature and llama from DailyBreadCafe

2nd Place

:bulletblue: 1000 points from PoetryOD
:bulletblue: A cake badge from PoetryOD
:bulletblue: 150 points from LadyLincoln
:bulletblack: A journal feature from Persistent-Practice
:bulletblack: A journal feature from Sammur-amat
:bulletblack: A critique, journal feature and llama from DailyBreadCafe

3rd Place

:bulletblue: 500 points from PoetryOD
:bulletblue: A cake badge from PoetryOD
:bulletblue: 100 points from LadyLincoln
:bulletblack: A journal feature from Persistent-Practice
:bulletblack: A journal feature from Sammur-amat
:bulletblack: A critique and journal feature from mormonbookworm
:bulletblack: A critique, journal feature and llama from DailyBreadCafe

I am accepting donations for this competition if you wish to donate please send me a note :love:. You can donate anonymously if you wish to. Ideas for donations are; points, premium membership, prints, critiques, comments, journal features, interviews, gifts and collaborations. :bulletblue: are prizes currently in my possession. :bulletblack: are prizes the winners would recieve directly.

Those All Important Rules

:bulletblue: Entries will be accepted only if posted between 20th July - 17th August 2013 in GMT.
:bulletblue: Due to the nature and purpose of this competition original characters only please. You may, however, use existing environments (for example; Battlestar Galactica, frak yeah!)
:bulletblue: This competition is for literature only and the poster must be the original creator of the literature submitted.
:bulletblue: Judges and those who donate to the competition will be eligible to win again, but, in the case of the judges, will not allowed to cast any vote on their own piece. PoetryOD will not be allowed to win but may participate for funsies.
:bulletblue: All languages welcome but you must provide an English translation so we can study the meaning behind the words as well as the composition and words.
:bulletblue: You must link to this page in the artists comments!
:bulletblue: There is no age restriction on this competition
:bulletblue: Prose and poetry (and any hybrid) will be accepted, however there is a word limit of 2000 words maximum.
:bulletblue: You may enter multiple times but you will only be able to win once, for example if you get 2nd place you will not be allowed to also get 3rd no matter how good your pieces are.
:bulletblue: Important the deadline is in GMT!
:bulletblue: The judges will not comment on your work until the competition closes (for fairness sake).
:bulletblue: We reserve the right to edit this information, including the rules, up to the date of 12th of August.

How To Enter

:bulletblue: Write a new piece of literature (therefore it must be posted to deviantART after the 20th of July 2013.
:bulletblue: Submit it to deviantART (in the correct literature category for your submission!)
:bulletblue: Link to this competition page in your artists comments! You can copy this code:
This is an entry for the <a href="">Devil's in the Details</a> competition which closes on August 17th!
:bulletblue: Copy the address URL or thumb of your entry and send it in a note to PoetryOD
:bulletblue: Tell your friends!

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She separated from the bark some more
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Next time she would remember to only
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ParkCity's avatar
oooooh, i cant wait for judgement! XD lol jk, im nervous
UnluckyNumberXIII's avatar

I made another one. So much inspiration lately. 
BlueRedDog's avatar
Here is my entry for the contest:
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Hopefully I'll have it finished before the deadline. :shifty:
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I did see this earlier but didn't have time to reply, THANK YOU. <3
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You're very welcome :excited: :excited: :excited: :excited: :excited: 
PoetryOD's avatar
squee! Why thank you!! :love:
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You're very welcome!
Miki-Magic's avatar
I really want to do this, but I'm having a hard time coming up with something. ^^;
dragoeniex's avatar
Why do people gasp when they're scared? 0.0 It's almost like response to something trying to steal their breath away.

How does Medusa style her hair?

What do witches (ala Wizard of Oz) do when they need to take a bath?

... Where does your lost homework really go, when you don't have a dog to eat it?

Good luck if you decide to enter! This is a really great contest, so I hope you do. ^_^ And it's not too late to start! I'm going to be doing my entry in its entirety during the next two days, though I do have my concept and general plot nailed down. A last-minute writing crush can be inspirational like you wouldn't believe. (Just leave a bit of time to re-read the story and tweak as needed.)
PoetryOD's avatar
How do you put in contact lenses in zero gravity?
z3anogo's avatar
Randomly happened across your competition whilst browsing around.

It sounded fun, so I gave it a shot.

Win or lose, this was fun to do, so thanks to you! :D

Chipchinka's avatar
I got something...I'm putting it up, just as soon as I make sure that at least half of it is spelled right.
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I thought I'd give this a go and finally make a deadline for something. Unsure but submitting anyway. :) 
qwibes's avatar
Is there a word minimum? :p
PoetryOD's avatar
Haha, uhh. 6 :D
qwibes's avatar
lol, ok, I'm far past that :floating: 
dragonet98's avatar

I am definitely giving this a shot 😊


IamDreamfire's avatar
Yay more fun!  You got me to actually enter a contest...I think I've fainted. 
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I will get to writing! 
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