Competition! Closes Soon!

Any drawing sweetie, tupac sounds good

 

I think i will do you a piece, Graffiti with your name and maybe some characters .. or somthing ... well see.

 

cool cool, anymore guys?

 

I will be closing this some time today, please get your entries in soon guys or you will not be able to participate.

 

Dang, still writing my story Will work on this after breakfast.

 

I will leave it open until you have finished but i need to close this today

 

Thanks, and no worries will be done today

 

Ok sweetie

 

You said it will be open until Monday ...

 

Well unless you keep bumping this for me over the weekend then sure ill keep it open until monday as i am away saturday and sunday and i will not be on my computer.

 

Well here's my story. If it's open till Monday may do a LP as well

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The priest charged round the corner, his robe billowing out behind him. As he flew along the sandstone corridors, his leather sandals flap-flapping on the stone floor with each stride, there was only one thing going on in his mind: Why oh why does this have to happen to ME!

The order had been waiting nearly twelve hundred years, and today, of all the days in the year, it had begun.

He came to another corner, and quickly darted left, away, seemingly, from the inner sanctum, his destination. Thank the gods he knew the Temple like the back of his hand, from all those hours of hide and seek he had taken part in as a youth.
Right, left, left again, and right once more; down a long corridor the servants and mechaníques used. As he rushed past door after door, each bordered by elaborate stone work and pillars, even here in the slave quarters, his mind raced as to possible routes that would speed his journey.

Coming to another junction, he dived between two Senior Acolytes that would undoubtedly be cursing him now, and through another archway. Now he was heading directly South, the way to the inner sanctum and the Sun Dome.
Twelve hundred years, and it happens today, now, minutes before the Speech!

He cursed again.

His winding path was slowly taking him closer, ever closer, to his goal. Then, suddenly, the great scarab-blue doors of Azure that heralded one of the few openings to the inner sanctum were before him. He increased his speed, pushing his screaming muscles to their limit, as he headed towards these gigantic structures built from one of the rarest stones in the Sun Empire.

A movement by the door. His heart sank. Stepping out of the shadows either side of the blue structure were two dog-headed guards, each unfurling their four arms. They took up positions at each side of the door way, now reaching for the scimitar blades that hung on their backs.

“Move, open the door, the High Nubis must hear my words!” he screamed at the two before him, slowing his pace now before he collided head on with the towering structure that blocked his path. The guards merely shook their heads, and drew their blades.

Stopping dead now, the priest screamed inwardly at these thick automatons that blocked his path. He’d never been a fan of the accursed beings known as mechaníques, but these were early models, possibly even made by the Britins when that pitiful island was conquered by the Sun Empire, far back nearly six hundred years. It was obvious they pre-dated the speech modules all units came with today; they’re muteness and unhinged jaws spoke volumes in that detail.

“The Gates are opening, the High Nubis must hear my words or else we perish!” the priest tried again, calmer this time, knowing such basic machinery would respond to voice tone far more than words. He glanced at the dial on his wrist, and cursed these piles of metal once more. The dial showed it to be only ten minutes to the tenth hour; midday. And once the Sun reached its holy zenith, the Gates would be flooded and the world would be doomed. I don’t have time for this! he thought, and pulled back the large sleeves of his garb.

Closing his eyes, the priest intoned the three words that connected his life force with that of the holy Ra, God of Creation. Placing each palm towards a guard, his eyes blazed open and the hallway was filled with intense light. The priest blinked. The instance was offer. Smiling to himself, he stepped over the charred and twisted frames of the two mechaníques and pushed open the doors himself, heaving their surprisingly light bulk to one side. He knew the alarms would have sounded; that much electro in one place would have been registered on the Temples age old defence system. But this did not matter. He had reached the inner sanctum. And he was running once more.

Skidding and sliding round corners, he wove slowly towards the Sun Dome, the true centre of the Temple and home to the High Nubis. As he rounded another corner, he eyes saw sun glinting off the golden doors to the Elevation Chamber, built by Indies seven centuries before. He had only been in it once, but as he came to a halt he knew what to do. Pressing hard on a seemingly innocent piece of stone a foot from the doorway, he heard the mechanical click that would call the room to this position. The Elevation Chamber would travel from any other door like this in the inner sanctum and, within five seconds, be before him.

As the golden doors slid back, he strode in, and looked at the display panel to his right. There were only two buttons, each displaying one of the old Gypt Pictograms from before the Sun Empire was founded. One displayed a moon, the other a sun. One took you down to the Black, the infamous torture chambers of the Temple, the other up to the Sun Dome. Luckily he knew the designers had created it so each button was in fact four. Pressing the lower half of the Moon image, he pressed the upper left of the Sun. The doors slammed shut, startling the priest, and for a second he feared he had remembered incorrectly. Glancing at his dial, he saw the hands swinging round. Two minutes left.

With a relieving judder, the Elevation Chamber began its quick ascend, up to the Sun Dome. The High Nubis would be almost ready for the Speech. The priests fears flooded back into his mind, now he was still, waiting for the Chamber to reach its destination. What if he was not in time? What if the Gates opened? He would have doomed all!
“No” he muttered under his breath. That would not be the way. He would make it.
The Chamber stopped moving. The priest glanced up, as the doors slid away once more. Sunlight spilled in, blinding him for a moment. As his eyesight returned, he stepped out into the sacred Sun Dome. For a second he was awe-struck; so few had ever seen this place! Then his mind came back to the present, and the urgent need to find the High Nubis. He walked, briskly, slowly letting it turn into a jog and then a run, towards the balcony room where the Speech would be given. He prayed to Nubis and Ra, and all the Gods, that he was in time.

As he entered the room, its huge glass front allowing him to see far out over the lush green lands of Gyptan, the home of the Sun Empire, his eyes saw his goal; on a large seat, also staring out the window, his magnificent head crest blazing gold in the sunlight streaming through the glass, sat the High Nubis, head of the order and Pharaoh to the Empire.

“Sire, forgive my intrusion and rudeness, but the Gates are opening! I came as fast as I could, but you must say the words of Light! Please sire hurry, the time approaches that…”
The priest stopped. Eyes widening, he rushed forward as the spectacular head crest folded sideways, clanging to the floor. As he reached the High Nubis, the priest crumpled to the floor. Blood drenched the Pharaoh’s robes and finery, where a stab wound had penetrated the chest.

The priest stared at the floor. All was lost. On his hands and knees he turned to look out the balcony, so high from the ground, so far from the Gates. Despair flooded his mind as he raised his arm and looked to the dial. The minute hand slid, slowly and gracefully into place. Midday. The last there would ever be.

 

Alright my story.

It was a scary night but no-one knew what was going to happen.

2 yrs earlier.

"Hey Nan" i said when i walked into the kitchen as nanna was making some lunch for my grandfather, "watcha doing" i said being stupid of coruse " nothing honey just getting some lunch for poppy" "Oh cool, hey what happened with you last night poppy said you were sick" "yeah i wasn't feeling to flash last night, lets hope i have a better one tonight hey" nan said with a very nervous voice, it made we really worried.

That night everything went fine well it was fine for me as i was in bed at my home and i didn't have a clue what was going to happen, i got to sleep about 1:00 o'clock in the morning thinking about what is going to happen i woke up and 9:00 and went down the lounge, i said to dad "hey dad, did you sleep good, Oh and were's mum" " Yeah it was alright and up the hospital" i said really nervous now " Why what happened" dad cleared his thought and said " Nanny went into hospital last night, it doesn't sound good" i started to cry because i loved my nan so much.

Later on we went up the hospital and as i was walking into see my nan, my 2 cusions walked out they are 33 and 35, and then i found out that my nan had lucemia, i was crying i went down to the lift and went straight down to the bottem floor as my mum didn't yet come up to see nan yet, and my 2 cusion walked down before, they must have given my mum the bad news, i got down to the bottem floor and started to run as fast as i could, almost knocking someone over. I got out the door and my was walking up and then she stopped and saw me she sat down and cried, we hugged and cried together.

We then went up to see nan, mum was still crying because she didn't know how long nanny had left and if she only had 1 or 2 days left what will see do.

1 day later they put here on morphien and she was really woozy, we couldn't talk to her but i was crying that day because she said your a good boy and i know you will never do anything wrong, in a crocking voice. The doctor came in and said i have some bad news. You only have 2 days to live.

the day that nan died, was so sad. I was in the ward we she was and then here lips started to turn blue. Mum said " No No NO" and then we walked out together arfter about 10 minutes the nurse came out and said, "i'm sorry" and that was enough mum was crying with my aunty, my said " are you alright mate" i nodded in, but as long as i was trying to keep it together i couldn't i just burst into tears. It was the sadest day of my life, we had the funeral and she was buried.

We now go and see her every now and again, christmas, easter, birthday, mother's day.

This is my story its sad and i hope it touches people.

Note: This really happened, its a long story cut short.

i miss my nanny. I hope i win

 

k, ill bump it for u over the weekend

 

Love the stories guys, sorry to hear about your nana

guripop - ok thanks hun

 

thanks kirbir, happened 2 yrs ago but the sadness never fades.