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Post by sophiemckinsley on Apr 26, 2006 17:26:54 GMT -5
Hey, we're going to try and have a monthly challenge. Please be patient it may take longer as we are just experimenting.Challenge: We all know the basics about each other's characters, but what about the past. This month's challenge is to right a story with your character as the main person. Now as this is a challenge there are some restrictions:
- Must tell us about your character's past so we can become better acquainted. The memory or story should be of relevance to the character, not random. In the story you need to show how that event impacted your character, how it defines them.
- Have it proofread(to request a Beta go to Challenge Chat)
- Length: 800-2000 words
- Due date: Friday, May 12
Judging: The Judges: Me, my mom, my brother, and my English teacher (I obviously won't be entering for judging)
What will be judged:
- Style
- Grammar/Spelling
- Appealing-ness
Results: When the judging is finished, I will post the results here, along with all the entered fictions. Here are the Levels: Top is Highest White Grey Yellow Red Green Please do not take any offense at the judging, if it's low it will only show how much you've improved when you get a higher level. Judging Finished
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Post by sophiemckinsley on Jun 5, 2006 13:18:34 GMT -5
Ok, each was judged by at least three of the judges on this rubric: | Unacceptable | Acceptable | Good | Outstanding | Style criteria | 10+ errors | 6-10 errors | 3-6 errors | 0-2 errors | Grammar criteria | 10+ errors | 6-10 errors | 3-6 errors | 0-2 errors | Appealing-ness | Not appealing | OK | Good | Very | (choice of Judge) | 0-25 | 25-50 | 50-75 | 75-100 | Style | | | | | Grammar | | | | | Appealing-ness | | | | | total | | | | | | | | All total= | | | | | Late deduction | -# | | | | Final Total | |
Now it might look confusing, but basically they would choose a group: Unacceptable Acceptable Good Outstanding Then in that group they would choose the number of points within that group. Then when they are added together I got a number between 0 and 300 for each judge. Next I took the average of the three judges scores and looked to see which level you fell into. Here are the the levels and the proportion of points for each one. The lower level have a wider range of points and the higher levels a smaller range: White 280-300 Grey 240-280 Yellow 181-240 Red 101-180 Green 1-100 If you have any questions about this part please PM me!!! Now for the entries!!!
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Post by sophiemckinsley on Jun 5, 2006 13:28:32 GMT -5
Level: Grey Banner if you want to use it: Name: meganlupin (Megan) Title: I Am Your MasterStory: Heavy and dark grey clouds covered the night sky, obstructing any light that the near-full moon would surely have given off if it had had the chance. A violent storm raged outside, the harsh winds screaming across the waters towards the island. There was a somewhat musical rhythm that came with the sound of the harsh rain and tossing sea waves pounding against the outside stone walls surrounding the island during a storm’s fury. And as the storm continued its aggressive assault on the island fortress, several streams of rain tumbled through a single, high window to a small room and fell upon the lone figure. A young woman lay upon the stone floor below the barred window, the wet straw ground making her even more uncomfortable than she already was. She was shivering slightly as the rain water continued to drip on her ragged body, and as a great crack of thunder sounded throughout the night, the young woman suddenly shot up from her position on the ground, the sudden movement causing the chains around her wrists and ankles to clang together, the sound echoing around the small cell. Her breathing was ragged as she moved from the centre of the room to lean against the mouldy stone wall behind her, wincing in pain as she put too much of her weight on her broken ankle. Blood nearly covered the length of her pale face, though it had long since stopped flowing from the gash and cuts, only hardening dry. She had a few other bruises and cuts in other places on her body, though they were mostly on her arms and some of them were still bleeding quite freely. Finally, after several minutes of struggling through her pain, the young woman ceased moving, just relaxing back against the wall, at least, relaxing as much as she could in her position. Shutting her eyes, she tried to drift off to sleep, though the fates were against her in that pursuit. “Dana,” whispered a quiet, yet cold and unforgiving voice coming from the other end of the cell, stirring the young woman from her drowsiness. At the sound of the man’s voice, her heart was gripped by intense fear, a feeling that she completely detested and up until the past few months, she had rarely ever felt. She did not want to open her eyes, mostly because she did not want to even look at the person causing her to go through this torture. “Get up, Dana,” he continued. “I know you’re not asleep.” For a brief moment, Dana did not move, instead still wanting to act like she was not even conscious. But that did not last long, as the man swiftly moved across the cell and, with one quick action, sent his leather boot crashing into Dana’s stomach, causing her to scream and clutch her body in agony. “When I give you an order,” the man hissed in her ear as he wrapped his fingers though her tangled mass of hair, “I expect you to obey. Understand?” Dana did not respond, and the tall man tightened his grip on her hair, causing Dana to gasp in pain again. “Say, ‘Yes, Master, I understand,’” said the man as he positioned himself so that she was staring directly into his cold eyes. Silence reverberated around the cell for a time while the man waited on Dana to answer, and finally, she opened her mouth and, after replying with “You’ll never be a Master,” spat into his face. The small amount of defiance that still existed in her would not allow the young Auror to give in. She had indeed been beaten, but she would only consider herself broken and defeated when she allowed herself to call the man “Master.” A brief moment passed as the man seemed to register what Dana had said to him, but once he knew that he had heard correctly, he released his grip on her hair, only to wrap his fingers around her throat. As Dana struggled for breath, the man spat back in her face and, displaying more physical strength than he looked like he could possess, hurled her against the far wall, where she collapsed, unmoving, on the ground. With a final kick to her side, though the action produced no response, the man left the cell, slamming the barred iron door shut with a clang, and walked down the corridor and out of sight, his leather footfalls sounding around the path. Once the man had left the view of the cell, a dark, ominous presence came floating along to drift in front of the iron doors and focus its attention on the unconscious young woman below the window. The Dementor’s rattling breath echoed around the small area, everything about it chilling anyone or anything that was present. Dana shivered once again as she started to regain her consciousness, a whimper even escaping her lips as she felt the Dementor’s presence. “No,” she muttered as she shoved herself up further against the wall, trying desperately to get away from the dark creature. “No . . . no . . . no . . .” But her pleas went unheard as her mind worked against her and her darkest memories plagued their way into the forefront of her consciousness. Dana stood alone at her mother’s bedside in St. Mungo’s as Mrs. Walsh drew her last breaths. The Healers had said that they had tried everything, but there just was not any way to save her; they did not even know what had caused the normally-healthy witch to fall deathly ill. . . .
She and her father stood holding each other in front of their burning home. Mr. Walsh held his daughter close, almost like he was afraid he would lose her if he let go, and he continued to whisper in her ear, “Your brother,” he said. “They took him, Dana. . . . The Death Eaters took David.” And while she was struggling to accept that fact, her mind kept going to her younger sister and David’s twin—Danielle. . . .
Dana saw her younger brother’s corpse sprawled upon the cement floor of an abandoned warehouse. The mangled corpse was no longer recognizable as the sweet, ten-year-old boy it once was. His curly brown hair was stained a dark red as it stuck to his deathly pale face. Blood flowed from gashes lining every part of skin on the body, which lay in large puddles of the crimson liquid that had seeped from its many wounds. The eyes were the only parts of the corpse left untouched, and as Dana stared into those light green eyes, she saw them radiate in death the extreme terror and pain that David surely encountered near the end. . . .
She gave her scared, eleven-year-old sister a hug, whispering good-bye in her ear as she left Danielle with an American friend and her family. As tears welled up in the little girl’s eyes, Dana held her close, muttering, “I’ll come back for you soon, Danielle, but it’s safer here with Bianca.” The Auror knew that she had failed in protecting her brother, but there was nothing that would keep her from protecting her sister. Nothing would happen to Danielle. Her own sadness overcoming her, Dana turned away before her sister could see her cry. . . .
“GO!” Dana screamed to an eighteen-year-old Danielle as Death Eaters pounded on the door to Bianca’s home. “NOW!” she exclaimed as the door tumbled into the house, six darkly-robed figures storming into the kitchen. Dana, her wand withdrawn, began firing spells towards the intruders, though it was not enough. She remained conscious long enough to see Danielle exit the house through the back door before a Death Eater came up and struck her from behind, sending her to the ground, unconscious. . . . The memories finally faded away, though the experience with the Dementor left Dana with rivers of tears streaming down her eyes, and as the iron bars swung open, Dana curled further away from her visitor. It was not someone that she particularly wanted to see right now, not that she ever did. “Hello, Dana,” said the tall man as he entered the cell, approaching the young woman until he was inches in front of her. She did not look up at him, and for once, he did not even make any movement to force her gaze up. “Have you thought about what I said?” She had thought about it, all right, but that never meant anything. She would never give in to what he wanted, and he knew that, but that did not stop him from asking her the same questions. “Are you ready to call me ‘Master?’ Are you ready to join me?” the man whispered. Dana just sat back against the wall, not moving an inch as she remained silent. “Well?” he continued, and this time he reached down and lifted her chin up so that she was facing him. “You already know my answer,” she whispered, her chest screaming in pain from the injuries that had been inflicted on her before. “I’ll never call you ‘Master.’” The man smirked for the first time that she had ever known him, and the image made her feel even more fearful than she ever had before. “Not even to save Danielle?” With that, the tall man stepped aside, revealing a young woman struggling against her bonds and two other captors. She stared across the cell and her light green eyes connected with her older sister’s gaze. “Either join me now,” the man muttered, “or watch your sister suffer for your defiance.” He raised his wand and pointed its tip at Danielle. “What’s your answer, Dana?” Dana’s entire body had frozen up at the sight of her sister. Her heart felt like it had stopped and her mind screamed that it needed a plan. She had been prepared to suffer and die in defiance of the man before; her Auror training would not allow her to do anything else. But her sister’s life was another story. After David had been killed, she had vowed that she would allow nothing to happen to Danielle. Still, she did not want to give in, so she said nothing. “Still defiant, Dana?” said the man as he focused his gaze back on Danielle. “Very well. Crucio!” he exclaimed, and Danielle collapsed to the floor, struggling through the gag to scream. Once blood started to appear, however, Dana could not bare to watch her sister suffer. “STOP!” she yelled, pulling herself towards the man. “STOP!” “‘Stop’ what?” he muttered. “Stop . . . Master,” Dana mumbled. “Please stop, Master.” A smirk lined the man’s face as he made Dana kneel and bow her head before him. “That’s right, Dana. I am your Master.” Comments from judges: They really liked the emotion put into this story. The only thing really mentioned consistantly was the flow of the piece. Very good, congrats to you!
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Post by sophiemckinsley on Jun 5, 2006 13:33:23 GMT -5
Level: Red Banner if you want to use it: Name: Madame Marauder Title: FriendsStory: Deanna Davis sat alone in a corner booth in the Hog’s Head. The quiet atmosphere gave her the time and a place to think and work. She was copying out notes on the recent Thaddeus murder. It was a Friday night, and she knew that both Lance and Sophie would be out. Who wouldn’t be? As she began copying yet another sheet from her journal onto a piece of parchment, she felt a shadow over her. She looked up. “You’re blocking my light and if you don’t…” Deanna began fiercely. She stopped abruptly, realizing that it was Lance who stood before her. “Lance, hi… I’m just working on a case. Why aren’t you out? Take a seat.” Lance shrugged and took the seat across from Deanna. “I am out. But since you assume that the Hog’s Head isn’t ‘out’ why aren’t you out?” Lance moved the stack of parchment between him and Deanna to the side and looked at her, his head thingyed. Immediately, Deanna wished he hadn’t moved the stack of parchment. If he was going to ask personal questions, she wished she had the security the wall of parchment had provided. Deanna shut her eyes and didn’t look at Lance. Though she’d asked the same prying question, she hoped he wouldn’t have asked her that. Before she could give him a snappy, sarcastic answer as to why, she began to think of the real reason she spent every weekend working. It was ten years ago, in Madam Puddifoot’s stupid restaurant. Deanna was giddy with excitement as she told her boyfriend, Michael, about her new job. “It’s amazing! There are corridors and corridors with thousands of shelves of unsolved mysteries! I could spend years; a lifetime in there and never even read them all… But of course, I’m going to be a field researcher, so I’m going to get to witness tons of new cases each day. I wish I could tell you more but…” Her excited tone dropped and she trailed off. “But what, Deanna?” Michael asked. He was a no-nonsense man. He worked a desk job at the Daily Prophet, lived in a stylish flat, and wore somber black dress robes for everything. “Don’t tell me you intend on keeping secrets.” Deanna sat up straighter. “Excuse me? Of course I intend on keeping secrets. I’m now officially an Unspeakable. I don’t speak about my work until after it’s done.” Michael rubbed the bridge of his nose, laughing. “You mean you think you won’t tell me about your job?” “No, of course not! I don’t think I won’t. I know I won’t,” Deanna shot back. Michael stopped laughing and reached for Deanna’s hand. He patted it like she was a little child. “Deanna, honey, I need a woman who has a respectable job. A conventional job. If I’m to make it big, I need…” Deanna jerked her hand away. “What about what I need? This is my dream!” “Deanna, I believe you’re being incredibly selfish,” Michael said quietly. “I’m being selfish?” Deanna screeched. Romancing couples had all turned to look at the arguing one. “Yes, you are,” Michael said definitely. “And you’re embarrassing me.” “I’m embarrassing you? Well, Michael, it’s time someone put you in your place. We’re through,” Deanna said, standing up. As she walked past Michael, she added in a deadly whisper, “And I mean it. If you follow me out of this restaurant, I will have a horde of Aurors after you before you can say anything.” She slammed the door to the restaurant as she stormed out. It was then, she’d sworn off a personal life. It was then she’d realized that she couldn’t tell anyone about her job. But as time wore on, Deanna began jealously comparing herself to everyone else. For her, every weekend was just more time to catch up on the work week. For everyone else, weekends provided time to relax. Deanna’s every holiday was spent alone. Her younger sister, Delilah, spent holidays with her husband and two kids. Deanna went home to an empty house that children thought was haunted. Her co-workers all went home to their families at the end of the day. But now, there were two people who’d come into her life that she could tell anything. It was the first time she’d had real friends in years. Sophie and Lance. Lance and Sophie. They were her friends, her partners. Deanna realized that she’d need to drop her protective front if she wanted them to stay her friends. Lance still stared at Deanna, waiting for a response. Deanna’s nostalgia was replaced with a smile. “No particular reason,” she said. She could afford one last impersonal remark. Deanna looked at her stack of parchment. “This can wait, though,” she said, gesturing to the pile, before sending it to her office. “You wanna find Sophie and grab a bite to eat?” Comments: I really enjoyed this one. Most of the point deduction was do the strutural problems, not the story itself. One thing that stumped one of the judges was the meaning of 'thingyed' to describe the movement of Lances head. They suggested using a more precise word. However, over all this was a wonderful banner. If it hadn't have been late it would have given you a Yellow level. Great job!!!
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Post by sophiemckinsley on Jun 5, 2006 13:36:40 GMT -5
Level: None
Name: SophieMcKinsley
Title: One Beautiful Day
Story:
Sophie was busy cleaning the guest bedroom where she was staying. She was very grateful that Emily’s parents were letting her stay here this week. She didn’t think she’d ever be able to go back to her home, it held to many memories. Sophie wished she could say she had no idea why it had to be her parents who were attacked, but she knew exactly why it had been them. It was because she was a witch, and if she hadn’t been, they would still be alive. They would still be with her.
She cleaned frantically around the room over and over again. The funeral had been today and she always cleaned when she was upset. As she cleaned, different memories of her parents ran through her mind: the trip to the zoo when she was six, her trip to the ocean for her eighth birthday, and receiving her letter from Hogwarts. They did everything for her and were always so proud. Now they were gone and she was alone.
It had been a beautiful day today and the funeral had been lovely, if that is a funeral ever could be. White roses were everywhere in the small garden where the funeral was held. Pictures of them were scattered on tables throughout the garden. The sky was a crystal blue and just almost clear, but the pure white clouds that speckled the sky only seemed to brighten it more. The beautiful scene seemed to mock the morning crowd that was a mass of black on the lawn saying, “This, too, will pass.”
Emily and her brother had went with her and stood on either side of her. Emily wept with her, but this had not surprised Sophie. Emily had always been sweet and caring. But it was the first time Sophie had seen Eddie, Emily’s brother, ever lift his tough façade. He was always the cool, tough one before he left Hogwarts. Even after school, his job at the ministry offered no gap to see this softer side of him. Sophie even thought she might have seen a tear trickle down his cheek. Neither Emily nor Eddie left her all day, and she was very grateful. She had no family left, so her friends were all she had.
Coming back to herself, Sophie went back to the table to dust it for the third time. By now, her cheeks were drenched in tears again, but she chose to ignore it. Looking around the spotless room, she knew she could not clean it anymore. She thought she might head down to the kitchen for a bite to eat and glanced in the mirror to make sure she was presentable. Not that she was self-conscious normally, but the Van Derpron family was a rich, well-thought of, pure-blood wizarding family and Sophie was not sure exactly how they would feel if someone went around their home looking in a dingy state. She was not even sure what they thought of her being there at all, her being a muggle-born. They had never said anything against her to her face, but she was not absolutely sure they were totally in favour of her.
Well, I’m a right sorry sight, she thought after looking in the mirror. The hair around her face was damp from tears, her eyes were red and bloodshot, and her cloths, still the black ones from the funeral, were wrinkled terribly. She knew she could not so much, but though that if she at least pulled her hair back and changed into jeans and a t-shirt it would help. Finally, she was satisfied enough to head down to the kitchen where she was immediately greeted by Frinrickle, the Van Derpron’s house elf. He offered her everything you could possibly think of but Sophie by passed him and served herself, much to his disgust. After finishing of a roll and some juice, she felt she again needed something to do with her hands and decided that cleaning the kitchen floor seemed the best way to spend her time.
She scrubbed as hard as she could in order to get the floor thoroughly clean and the harder she scrubbed the louder Frinrickle squealed. He was annoying her severely. Several times, he tried to wrench to rag out of her hands.
“Can’t you just leave me alone!” she yelled finally. “Don’t you think I’m big enough to do this on my own? I’m alone from here on! I’m alone!”
At this, Frinrickle disappeared up the stairs and out of sight. Sophie continued to scrub. She had finally voiced her fears that she couldn’t stand to end up alone, to loose everyone. She began to weep. The more pain she felt, the harder she scrubbed. Soon her tears were dripping down to the floor. Her heart just hurt so much. She could no longer see and put her forehead on the floor.
Then, she felt a hand rest itself gently on her back. She did not turn to see who it was, but turned quickly throwing her head into their shoulder.
“It’s alright. I’m here.” It was Eddie’s voice. “I’m not leaving you alone. Not ever.”
His arms reached around her pulling her close and he just knelt there holding her. Her hands wrapped in his shirt and she shook with her tears. She thought it was nice to be comforted, then a little voice taunted her, He’s just using you. It’s a lie. He’ll leave you like your parents. “Why?” she said. “Why do you care?”
She didn’t know why but she began trying to push herself away. She pushed hard trying to loosen his hold, but he was to strong for her. She continued to struggle, but he remained silent, still holding her to him without letting go. They sat like this for a long time.
Then she yelled, “Why do you care?” Still trying to push herself away, she continued, “Why do you care about my muggle parents and me, a muggle-born?”
“I care, because I love you, Sophie McKinsley,” he yelled forcefully. “I care because when I see you hurting I want to die. I fell for you and could never tell you. That’s why I care.”
Sophie quit pushing. She quit shaking and she quit crying. She leaned back and stared up at him. His hold loosened and he let her look at him.
“You what?” she whispered in shock.
“I… I love you,” he whispered back, almost as shocked that he’d finally been able to say it. “I have for a long time, just never told you. I tried to be tough instead.”
“I can’t belei…” Sophie said, but was interrupted.
“Edward, I need to speak with you,” Mr. Van Derpron’s harsh voice interrupted. Sophie did not know how long he had been listening but guessed he had probably heard enough to know what Eddie had said. His eyes blazed at Eddie and for the first time Sophie noticed fear in Eddie’s eyes. He stood silently and walked over to his father who led him up the stairs. He only chanced one glance back at her before he could no longer be seen.
Sophie knew she should wait in the kitchen, but something pulled her to follow. She tiptoed quietly looking for any sign of the men; finally, she heard raised voices in the study and leaned against the wall by the partially open door.
“Now Edward, we know what you think you fell…” came Mrs. Van Derpron voice.
“I don’t just think I feel it. It is real,” Eddie interrupted.
“OK, we’ll come back to that. What about your job?” Mr. Van Derpron began. “You are not joining the ministry. We have money. You don’t need a job like that.”
“A job like what? One where you actually work?”
“No, that’s not what we meant Darling, but you could have a well respected, high prestige job somewhere.”
“But this is what I want to do.”
“That doesn’t matter,” Mr. Van Derpron said dismissively.
“So once again we are at ‘My feelings don’t matter’. I guess that’s why you don’t like Sophie.”
“There is nothing wrong with Sophie, dear. It’s just, she is from a different… well, urm…”
However, Eddie, who yelled, “So is it that she’s not rich or that she’s muggle-born?”
“Yes, son, that’s about it.”
“But if I love her it doesn’t matter, right?” Eddie said, looking more to his mother. “I mean it’s ok for Emily to be friends with her, so I can see her?”
“Well, dear, ‘friends’ is one thing and ’dating’ is another.”
“So what you’re saying is…”
“What we are saying,” Mr. Van Derpron interrupted, “is that you should be proud of your pure-blood heritage. And not take some low mud-blood job, and certainly not date a... a filthy, dirty mud-blood… hmmf…”
There was silence in the room. Eddie had obviously gotten the point his father was yelling, even if his father had stopped himself from continuing. The silence rang for what seemed days to Sophie, who stood shocked in the hall. Finally, Eddie’s calm and steady voice broke the silence, quietly asking, “Mother, do you feel the same?”
“Yes, Darling, I’m afraid I do.” There was regret in her voice, Sophie could tell Mrs. Van Derpron had never wanted to voice this aloud, but believed she was right anyway.
Sophie feared this was the end to her recent hopes. Then Eddie’s voice once again broke up her thoughts.
“Well, you believe what you must. I will still be seeing Sophie, that is if she’ll have me.”
“No, son,” Mrs. Van Derpron said.
“What?” Eddie said, surprise in his voice.
“Eddie, we aren’t giving you a choice,” his father said. “You will do what we say.”
“And if I don’t?”
“You will leave…” Mr. Van Derpron said, pausing now, not wanting to finish, “and never come back.”
Sophie had heard enough. She tiptoed to the stairs at the end of the hall. , then ran the rest of the way to the spare room. She sat down by the window, looking out across the vast lawn. She fell asleep there and had a restless night. She woke early the next morning when Emily came screaming into the room. “Eddie’s gone, Sophie,” she cried. “Left last night. What should I do?”
However, Sophie couldn’t answer, she turned to look out the window. It was another horrible, beautiful day.
Comments:Well I can't really comment on myself. But I would love to hear what you all think. So, put that in Challenge Chat.
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Post by sophiemckinsley on Jun 5, 2006 13:39:52 GMT -5
OK, sadly that is all of the entries I recieved. Next time I hope everyone will make more of an effort to participate. Well enough ragging, you aren't out of luck because if you are like me and were not judged feel free to use the Green Level banner, as that is where you are automatically put if you didn't have an entry. So, congrats everyone. We are all now placed.
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Post by Madame Marauder on Jun 6, 2006 20:17:53 GMT -5
Gah! The word C O C K E D is blocked as thingyed because of synonyms for C O C K. Dur. I should have used a different word. I'm stupid sometimes. Congrats to Megan Lupin, though!
I loved the full circle ending on yours, Sophie!
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Post by Madame Marauder on Jun 6, 2006 20:46:33 GMT -5
Okay, that "Monthly Challenge" will be bi-monthly since we all have lives. Here is my challenge... Challenge: We all know the basics about each other's characters. And the last challenge gave us a window into the past. But, there was a time when our adult characters were school-age children. This month's challenge is to write a story about your character at Hogwarts, intereacting with friends, professors, and rivals. Did your shopkeeper character have a future as a All-Star Seeker? Was your powerful-auror OC a dork in school? Show us your character's childhood! Now, as this is a challenge there are some restrictions: Your story must take place at Hogwarts (unless your character attended Beaubaxtons or Durmstrang. None did.) The topic event CANNOT be a memory/flashback. Have it proofread(to request a Beta go to Challenge Chat) Length: 500-2000 words Due date: July seventh (July 7th, 7/7/06) Judging: The Judges: Madame Marauder, her BFF, her sister (I won't be entering for judging, but will write an example entry if it is requested.) What will be judged: Intrest: The most important aspect of this challenge is interest. Was it cliched? Did it bore the judges? Was it gripping? Did it move the reader? ETC... Style: Next most important thing. This will be based on word choice, sentence structure, effort put into the story. Is the imagery effective? Did the metaphors and similes help along the story? Were cliche phrases (killing two birds with one stone... ETC) fitting and used properly? Grammar/Spelling: Lastly, grammar and spelling. This is the least important aspect, but is important. If there are constant errors, canon character mis-spellings, or anything else obviously wrong, you will get marked down. Misc.: Canon errors (example: Deanna is 30. Snape could NOT have been her potions professor. It would have been Slughorn.) explicit cussing, and constant All-Caps will mark your story down. HP Lexicon www.hp-lexicon.org/index-2.html will be your best friend if your character is twenty or older in the RPGs. Results: When the judging is finished, I will post the results here, along with all the entered fictions. Same levels as last time. White Grey Yellow Red Green Like Sophie said, do not take any offense at the judging, if it's low it will only show how much you've improved when you get a higher level. Please participate. If you are interested in designing the August/September challenge, please PM me.
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