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TS3 Writing Competition 2008: The Results.

Posted by: originalpiper - 28-04-08 08:34 - Comments (4)

I’m pleased to finally announce the result of the 2008 TS3 Writing Competition. Unfortunately only two of the judges submitted their feedback to me on time (unfortunately I never got round to getting mine done, I got a massive load of work this week and cannot apologise enough) however, those two judges did a fabulous and detailed job and gave very well justified ‘marks’ to the two candidates.

So, without further ado the final scores were out of fifty and I must say both candidates scored very closely:

In third place: CharmedAngel

Results determined from the final round

In second place: Takerutru’s ‘The Return’ scoring 42/50
In first place: PowerOfThree4’s ‘Charmed Square’ scoring 46/50

I must say though, that I did have time to read both entries and thoroughly enjoyed them both, those high marks really were deserved! So well done to both of you and I’ll ask Lee to sort out your trophies as soon as he has time.

I’ll add the feedback forms to the entry threads for the entrants to peruse at their own leisure. Please remember this is constructive criticism, for you to use to further your own writing skills, do not in any way take it as a personal attack or offensive in any other way as the judges were as unaware of who wrote what as you are about who the judges are.

Hopefully the entry threads should be made public at some point when they are archived under the FanFic Contest Entries forum so you can all read the entries from this competition.

Writing Competition Round III.

Posted by: originalpiper - 16-03-08 04:01 - Comments (11)

In case you didn’t catch the announcement on the end of the Round II voting thread the winners of the second round are Takerutru and PowerOfThree4. Well done to Charmed Angel also for a fantastic piece of fiction.

Okay, as I said initially the final round of the Writing Competition is going to be a piece of continuation fiction. However, I did originally intend for it to be a continuation of the end of Season Eight, however, because of the high standard of the pieces from Round Two I have decided that you can choose any season and write your own version of how the series continues.

I’d like to think that by being more flexible with the subject matter I have been nicer to you, but in fact I haven’t, because it means I’ll have to give you a bit more writing to do so that you can put your piece into context, although this is taken into consideration with the deadline which I’ve made rather more generous than I intended to at the beginning.

When you submit your piece it must include the following:

Fiction Title: Pretty much a given what this field is for.

Context: Here, you should write about the end of the season you are continuing e.g (The piece begins at the end of season 454222 where Phoebe has become so full of collagen she has developed the power to be resistant to all physical hexes as she is no longer classed as biological matter.) Although obviously you should chose an actual season.

Character List: Here you should include any characters which appear in your fiction, and for those you invent yourself give a short description of the character, e.g:
Phoebe Halliwell
Piper Halliwell
Paige Matthews
Dr. Richard Myers – Approx. 40 years old, Phoebe’s plastic surgeon, human, married.
Abigail Holmes – A young witch, wayward, ambiguous.

Fiction: Your piece should be between 2500-3000 words in order to get a good flavour of the new season and a true representation of your writing skills. I know I said 1000 originally but I don’t feel that an amount so small really shows off your talents as writers.Please be aware, the final round is not up for vote, it will be judged by a select few members on a set of criteria.

Due to the length of this fiction the deadline is much longer than any of the other rounds, all entries should be posted by 20th April in the same forum as they have been previously. However, I have been informed of one contestant having some personal issues which may mean they are unable to access the internet, or a computer frequently for a while, so, as in the last round, if you do need an extension on the deadline I’m a pretty understanding person just PM me with how much longer you need and give me a reason why please cause I’m not going to extend it for two days because you have to go to a party, after all, you’ve got over a month.

Good Luck, and I look forward to the finished pieces.

Writing Competition Round II Vote.

Posted by: originalpiper - 11-03-08 09:06 - Comments (6)

Please vote for the piece you prefer.

Voting closes Saturday 15th March.

Good luck to all three participants.
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Entry One: Acceptance

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I was falling… falling into… No… I wasn’t falling… I was drowning… Drowning in nothingness…

How was that possible? How was there nothing? I tried to move my arms, my legs; I tried to twist around but failed… It was as if I was part of the nothing…

I tried to gather my thoughts but nothing came… A silent hum weaved in and out of my head, as if mocking me.

I tried to reach for it mentally, unravel it but then it came. The pain.

It exploded in my head, spiraling down my spine and spreading into my arms, legs and torso and finishing by engulfing my heart.

I tried to scream to alleviate what I was going through but no sound, no words came out.
My heart was being crushed, pounded, attacked and waves of torture battered my body.

I had never gone through anything as painful. Never.

Had I been able to cry, I would be weeping by now but there was nothing…

And then my mind managed to muster one single thought.

This was death and I was dying.

Then reality rushed back the moment my back collided with the wall and the pain disappeared as I took my last breath before death claimed me as its own…

Now here I was again. Drowning in the nothingness…

Where was I? Heaven? Hell? In the middle of it all?

I didn’t want to be here. No, I refused to be here so I tried to fight back. Fight back with whatever was left in my soul.

I fought against it. I fought it off.

And the feelings came back. The thoughts. The awareness.

I opened my eyes carefully and I was back in the… The Manor?

Bewilderment hit me and I looked around. I was standing in the living room clad in a white flowing gown which meant I was really dead… Now why was I back home?

“Acceptance,” A familiar voice said from behind me. “Is the only key to truly move on.”

My head turned to the source of the voice and I nearly fell back when I saw who had spoken.

“Cole?” My voice sounded distant, as if it were not a part of me but yet, the words came from my mouth. “But... How? Are you dead?”

“Me?” Cole pointed to himself. “Yes, but right now, in this time, no. I'm from the future.”

“I... I don’t understand.” I felt my brows furrow in confusion.

Cole sighed and stuffed his hands in his pockets. “Look Prue, all you need to know is that I’m here to help.”

I spoke slowly. “I am dead. Am I?” There was a hint of hope in my voice and Cole caught on immediately.

“I’m sorry Prue, you really are dead…”

My shoulders drooped.

“… But you haven’t accepted it.”

“I’m dead already.” I asked in a monotonous voice. “How can I not accept it?”

“You haven’t accepted it Prue.” Cole came closer until he was a foot away from me. I stared up into his eyes and saw the sympathy in them. I cringed. “You’re still holding on.”

I took a step back. “What do you want me to do, Cole?”

He offered a hand. “Come with me. Don’t be afraid.” He added when he saw me look at him warily.

With a deep breath, I took his hand in mine and he led me out of the living room and into the sun room where a horrible scenario was spread out in front of us.

I felt my knees go weak as I pulled my hand away from Cole’s and covered my mouth with it. “Piper…” I whispered, seeing my sister sprawled out on a pile of broken wood.

“She’s okay.” Cole announced. “She’ll be okay. What we’re here for Prue is to look at you.”

At the mention of my name, my eyes flitted to my prone body and I felt bile rise in my throat. My arms were at an odd angle and a pool of blood surrounded my head. My face was calm and serene, my eyes closed. I could have looked like I was sleeping had it not been for the state of the place and the blood.

I couldn’t take it and I looked away, tears filling my eyes.

“What are you thinking Prue?” Cole asked quietly.

I took my time to reply, recuperating. “I can’t leave my sisters…” I muttered. “They need me. I can’t… I can’t just be dead… Who’ll protect them?” The tears fell and I wiped them away.

Cole nodded, his eyes on my dead corpse. “For a fact, I know that they’ll be okay Prue.”

I turned my gaze to him. “They will?”

“Yeah.” Cole smiled slightly. “They’ll be fine. They’ll make it through this and they’ll find their strength. You’ll be proud of them.”

His words seemed to comfort me a bit but not completely as something else was bothering me. Something that made me feel uneasy.

“I know there’s something else that’s bothering you Prue.”

I let out a small bitter laugh, finding amusement in the situation I was in. “Being perceptive doesn’t match up to you.”

Cole ignored my comment. “Look at yourself Prue.”

I shut up instantly and turned away from him.

“Look at yourself.” He said again, adding force into his tone. “It hurts, doesn’t it? Looking at your dead self?”

“Stop it.”

“What is it Prue? What kills you?” Cole questioned intensely.

“Cole.” I heard my voice crack.

“Is it the fact that you know that you’ll never get to see Piper and Phoebe live their lives? Or that you won’t ever be able to meet their children? You’re nieces and nephews?” Cole was talking furiously now. “What is it Prue?!”

And then I lost it. I was being overwhelmed and I couldn’t handle it. “STOP IT COLE! JUST STOP IT!” I yelled. I glared at him and his eyes softened as I began to cry harder.
“Its killing me to know that… that I’ll never get to love… “ I sobbed as my eyes drifted back to me… Dead me. “That I’ll never have a family… That I’ll never get to do what I want to do… That I’ll never get to be with Phoebe and Piper…”

I fell to the ground, finally allowing my emotions to take over me, mourning my death, mourning everything I’d lost and everything I had. The things I’d never see, the things I’d never do…

“Why-Why so soon?” I cried. “Why?”

I felt a warm hand on my shoulder. “Its how it’s meant to be Prue. You’re death will mean a lot and it will change everything… for the better.”

“But what about… about me?” I whispered. “I never got to live…”

“Prue, listen, you have to move on. It’s hard, I know but dwelling on it will do nothing. In time, you’ll learn why it had to be this way and I know that you’ll come to accept it.” Cole soothed. “You lived. That’s what matters. You had a good life, Prue. You had it better than others, now you have to let someone else experience what you did.”

I sniffed. “What do you mean ‘someone else’?”

Cole smiled. “Her name is Paige.”

“What’s she got to do with anything?” I mumbled, finally stopping the tears from flowing, having let everything out.

“Everything.” He said mysteriously. “Trust me, there’s nothing to worry about. Everything will turn out okay.”

I took a deep breath and exhaled. I continued to do this until I felt calmer, closing my eyes, mulling over everything that had happened.

I was dead and I had to accept it. No matter what. I knew my sisters wouldn’t want this for me. They wouldn’t want me to dwell on it.

I could imagine it all in my head, Phoebe and Piper…

Phoebe was grinning. “Everything happens for a reason and it’s always for the better.”

“Yeah Prue.” Piper was encouraging, a smile on her lips. “Take time for yourself. Don’t always think about us. We’ll be fine. You’d never let anything happen to us…”

And I knew what they would have said was true so I swallowed and opened my eyes back to reality. “So… So what happens now? I poured my heart out. I said what you wanted me to say.” I got up slowly.

“Now you move on.” Cole said as he got up too. He pointed to something beyond me and I looked towards it. A bright light emerged, causing me to shield my eyes momentarily before staring at it again.

“Is that…” I trailed off.

“Yes.” Was Cole’s simple answer. He gave me a little push. “Go through it.”

I nodded and took a step then stopped. “Are you sure everything will turn out okay, Cole?”

I asked him without turning around. I could feel the slight waver in my voice.

“Yes. I promise.” Cole solemnly answered. “Everything will turn out perfectly fine.”

“I’ll take your word for it.”

“You can keep it.”

I smiled slightly and looked straight ahead of me into the white. I gently stepped into the light and instantly knew that everything was going to be alright. How could it not be?

We were charmed after all.

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Entry Two: The Peaceful Ascension

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Death.

It's amazing how that one, simple, little word, during my entire mortal existence, had managed to bring me so much heartache throughout the years and succeeded in shatterering my world into millions of pieces time and time again.

My very first encounter with death came at an early age when I was barely eight years old. Death had stolen Mom away from me and, along with it, completely robbed me of all my childhood innocence. And then came Grams, the woman who had raised my sisters and I. And while I was a young woman at this point in my life, it didn't always feel that way. I still felt somewhat lost, like a child would be, when she left us. She had been such a strong guiding force in our lives for such a long time. But, finally, came that first heartbreak with the unexpected death of a man who could never be replaced by another.

Andy.

And it's true, I can now admit to it here in the afterlife. These particular events had shaped my perception and reinforced my need to strap on that emotional suit of armor that I blindly marched forward with each day. I didn't want to succumb to those feelings of guilt every time I thought of Andy or give into the anger each time I looked at a picture of Mom. But I was the oldest, a Charmed One, which meant I needed to remain strong and determined in order to stay one step ahead of death each time I saved an innocent or tried to keep one of my sisters safe. Even if that meant pretending sometimes. Inside of me waged an internal battle and I became obsessed with keeping death at bay. However, in my quest to defeat death, never once did I stop and prepare myself for the day that it would finally come to claim me.

My memory takes me back to that one fateful day.

My mind flashes to my first memory of the innocent, a doctor, and then it flashes back to Piper. Suddenly, her image shifts between the sweet-looking face I can clearly see standing before me to the broken and bleeding figure I can now see lying on a hospital stretcher. Desperation fills my senses. Because thinking back, I could remember feeling that desperate need to save Piper, my sister. She had to live, there had been no room to argue with me about it. The determination coursing through my veins had been accompanied by a huge jolt of anger. It passed through me during those final moments I stood by in that hospital room, my mind screaming at death for the unfairness of it all.

"NO! YOU CAN'T HAVE HER! TAKE ME IF YOU HAVE TO!"

Death had listened too. I had bartered and he had come. Because I can remember feeling and seeing that heavy gust of wind crashing through the front door only to knock me down. And my reaction had been almost instantaneous after witnessing the wind transform into the hideous creature who had suddenly appeared before us. I had lept up from that floor, intent on coming to the good doctor's aid. And then the very next thing my mind had registered was the feeling of an electrical shock and flying backwards through the air. Then nothing but blackness.

"Prue? Wake up!"

I don't know how long I had been out but I can remember suddenly hearing those desperate pleas somewhere in the recesses of my mind. However, as hard as I tried, I couldn't force my consciousness back into the awakening state that I so desperately sought to be in again. The pleas and cries had continued. They came louder, urgent, and more demanding.

"Prue, WAKE UP! Don't you dare die on me, do you hear me? You can't die on me!

"Piper?" I had inquired through my thoughts, upon hearing the sound of my sister's desperate voice. But she didn't respond to my call. Could she hear me?

"Leo, why isn't it working? Heal her, damnit!

I had recognized that second voice right away and identified it as Phoebe's. My baby sister. We really had come such a long way from our contemputous relationship in the past to what our sisterly bond had now become but where the hell had she been during those few seconds ago when I had called for her? Boy had I planned on chewing her out as soon as I could shake myself from the strange sensation that was overtaking me. But the only problem with the plan? I was never able to break free from it. And that's when I heard the words.

"I can't heal the dead!" Leo's anguished response had filtered into my awareness.

A chill raced through me. Dead? No, it wasn't possible! Was it?

But that's when I had felt it. That sensation had reached out to pull at me with such force and I felt the tingling that had accompanied it. My body had stiffened and my spirit form projected outward until it felt like I was floating. It felt so surreal and I could see everything that was around me so clearly, even the forms of what appeared to be my grieving family members.

"Piper? Phoebe?" I had called out. "I'm okay," I desperately tried to reassure them.

However, I went completely unheard and when my eyes averted down to the disturbing sight sprawled out beneath me, my eyes had widened in shock. Because there lying on the ground was me. My broken and unconscious body with no apparant signs of life within it.

"No," my voice had released in a breathy whisper. And that's when I saw HIM!

Out of nowhere, the Angel of Death had suddenly appeared before me with that smug smirk of satisfaction I had become so accustomed to seeing every time I thought about him. His attire of black suited everything he always represented to me. A deep, dark void of pitch blackness and despair. He stared and I continued to stare back.

"NO!" my voice hardened with determination, as I made sure he received the message loud and clear.

"It's time, Prue," he had stated simply, his hand outstretched before me.

"I won't leave!" I asserted. "They need me!" I stressed, making reference to my sisters who were only inches away from me in the manor.

However, I watched as the Angel of Death's appearance shifted into someone that my heart had ached to see again for such a long time now. There, standing only inches in front of me, appeared Andy with that wide, handsome grin I became so familiar with. One that made my heart melt a few short years ago when he had re-entered my life and during those high school years where I experienced first love. His love.

"Andy?" my voice had carried with emotion.

"Yes, Prue. It's time. I've missed you. Take my hand."

His hand remained outstretched, waiting for me to take hold of it. But something wasn't right and I had felt it. I resisted the urge to reach out and then run into his arms. While narrowing my eyes at him, I had begun to take steps backwards. The image shifted into someone new.

"Prue? Don't be afraid. Please take my hand."

The soft, coaxing voice traveled to my ears. I took in the beautiful, ethereal image of her and reflected on how breathtaking she looked in this particular moment.

"Mom?" I had called out the second time.

Quickly remembering that it was all just an illusion, I had closed my eyes and then shook my head, refusing to give into the deception. No! I had stubbornly concluded that right then and there. Death would not be getting its grimy hands on me no matter how hard he tried. I refused to allow it to happen.

I turned around, intent on running, until I heard the stern voice sound behind me.

"Prudence?"

As I looked, the image was now of Grams, with one of her scolding looks set firmly on her face. While I stared, I began to notice how our surroundings transformed from the manor until I was engulfed within a dark tunnel of sorts. I had spun my head around, noticing the bright light that appeared to be waiting at the end of this tunnel.

"I won't go with you!" I had continued to protest.

The Angel of Death transformed back into himself. "Stop fighting this. Stop fighting me," he countered very calmly. Too calm, I noted.

I made a quick dash past him deciding to make a run for it. There was only one other direction for me to go in, so I just kept running straight through the darkened tunnel without looking back. I had needed to get away from him as fast as I could and away from that blinding light appearing at the opposite end of the tunnel. Somewhere in my subconscious, I understood what all this meant but denial kept me grounded. Because I wasn't ready to say good-bye yet.

The clattering of voices came from all directions, hitting me hard and fast.

"In this night and in this hour, I call upon the ancient power. Bring back my sister, bring back the Power of Three."

"HOW DARE YOU LEAVE ME! HOW COULD YOU GO OFF AND DIE AND LEAVE ME HERE ALONE? COME BACK! I NEED YOU PLEASE COME BACK!"

The voice sounded extremely angry and sad. Tears formed in and around my eyes, for I had recognized her pleas right away. "I'm coming Piper! Hold on!"

I picked up my pace.

"How are we suppose to go up against the Source without her? She was our big sister, she took the lead! I MISS HER SO MUCH!"

"Phoebe, I'm right here! I'm not going anywhere," my voice resonated into the enclosed space around me.

I had no perception of time as I continued to run and run. Strangely, not once did I feel my legs grow tired or did I need to stop for rest. But suddenly, out of nowhere, the light appeared before me. It was shining brightly from this end of the tunnel too. And it beckoned to me so strongly. I wanted to resist against its pull but the feeling of warmth that threatened to envelop me was too overwhelming. Suddenly, I found that my objective had shifted course.

What if Piper and Phoebe were waiting for me on the other side of that light?

I had to know. Had to keep running to find out so I could throw my arms around them and offer them all the reassurance they so desperately craved. To tell them I would always be there for them. Afterall, it only made sense to find them there and to put an end to the horrific cries of pain and suffering that had continued to assail my senses. Bringing my hands up to cover my ears, I had hoped to block out those mournful pleas that were too heartbreaking to withstand.

After drawing closer to my final destination, I had felt my own build-up of tears begin to flow freely down the sides of my face. I was almost there and this newfound knowledge took root in the essence of who I now was. The light would put an end to my own conflicting feelings, any suffering or uncertainty, and I discovered that I desperately sought out that peace. Because, in this moment, accepting the truth hit me full force. My quick strides finally brought me inside the light and into the waiting arms that immediately enveloped me.

I wouldn't be reuniting with my sisters afterall. And I cried. Cried for what I now knew was lost forever to me.

"Shh," the soothing voice had conjoled. "You know it's alright now, don't you?" he tried to assure me.

And his strong arms held onto me tightly and I allowed myself to cry into his shoulder. I never wanted to break away. But slowly, I did force myself to break apart from him and as I did, I had looked up into the welcoming face of the man I had loved for so long.

"I said I'd always be there for you, didn't I?" he reinforced.

"Andy? It's really you, right?" I was remembering my encounter with the Angel of Death.

"It's really me."

He took one finger and used it to gently wipe away the lone tear that had slid underneath my eye, remaining so very still there. He smiled at me.

I returned his warm smile with one of my own.

Suddenly, two other figures had emerged from within the light to reveal both Mom and Grams. As they stepped forward to embrace and welcome me, I had known for sure this time that I was standing within the presence of my departed loved ones.

"Welcome home!" Mom offered first, as she took me in her arms.

Grams smiled at me. "Everything's going to be fine," she had tried to comfort me, as she stepped forward next, to welcome me into the Halliwell fold.

I noticed women beginning to take form from different eras in time, no doubt, the many women who had descended from the Warren line. In the background, Melinda Warren stepped forward, a smile gracing her beautiful face as she too welcomed me. But before being able to move forward and merging with all my other ancestors, I couldn't resist the temptation to look back one last time. To look back in the direction from whence I had come. And there he stood.

"I told you," the Angel of Death tried to make me understand this final time. "I always get who I come for."

I had reached over and took ahold of Andy's hand as HE faded away before my eyes.

After fading away into the light with the others, I came to discover that time was of no merit in the afterlife. At first, I felt troubled by what I perceived as abandoning my sisters but in the long run I came to evolve and understand that's not what I had done at all. And in their own time and in their own way, they would come to understand it too. Because one day, when it was their time, they would cross back over into the afterlife, reuniting with me, Mom, and Grams.

See, in the beginning, I viewed death as the enemy. Something that needed to be conquered; however, in the end? In an ironic twist, death had actually reunited me with the very same people that I loved, still love, and had lost to it. I had found peace. And someday soon, it would also reunite me with two sisters who I loved more than life itself. And with a third sister, sadly who I never really had the honor of getting to know in my mortal life.

But in the end, my death had done something I had never expected it to do.

It had freed me!

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Entry Three: It Happened To Be Her

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Prue woke up in the clouds of heaven. The thought of her being dead at this time didn’t hit her. The last few things she remembers are her sisters and her trying to fight Shax.

She thinks to herself: “This is not true. I am not dead. This can not be happening. Not now! My sisters need me!”

A voice familiar to her chimes in when she is thinking. She can’t quiet hit whose voice it is.

“Dear child, death happens for a reason. There isn’t just a mystery why you died, Prue. You have great things to come ahead of you.”

Prue turns around and looks for the voice. However, there is no one there.

“Who are you?”

The voice continues to talk to her.

“It is me, Prue. It is Andy. The elders sent me to let you into the gates of heaven. They said you have great things they need you to do.”

“Andy! They can’t just take me and leave my sisters.”

Prue listens to the voice and continues to think. “This is just a dream. I am still alive. This is like when I had my astral self. I am going to wake up any minute now.”

“No Prue. You are not going to wake up. You are dead. Shax killed you. Leo tried to save you and Piper but he could only save Piper.”

“How did you hear my thoughts? I didn’t say those allowed!!”

“Prue, I know you. I have been watching you since I died. You were my charge more so. I have known your death date since I came up here and came to terms with my death. It is about time that you come to terms with yours. We have many of things we must accomplish.”

“NO! I am not dead, Andy. I am not leaving my sisters behind.”

Prue closes her eyes and chants: “This is just a dream. Let me wake. Let it be seen. Return me now for god sakes!”

Nothing happens. Prue repeats the chant. Yet again nothing happens. She starts to get frustrated. Prue then sees a cloud open up and she sees her funeral.

“Look There is Piper crying on Leo’s shoulder. It’s Phoebe on Cole’s arm. Then there is Dad…and Darrell. Andy! How am I supposed to leave them? I just can’t!”

"Prue, you must. You can watch over them. Your death is yet a mystery to me. They only told me of the great things you are to do.”

“Can I at least see my sisters and say good bye?”

“Prue, this isn’t good bye. You are able to see them, just not yet. They need time to adjust and find their new sister. Your baby sister.”

Prue looks stunned.

“Baby sister? I have a baby sister?”

“Yes, Prue, you do. Her name is Paige Matthews. It was your mother’s and her white lighter’s daughter. They had to give her up for adoption when she was born. Your mom didn’t want to risk the power of three. You must realize that you’re dead Prue. It is the only way your sisters can move on.”

“I am dead. This isn’t a dream?”

“I am afraid not, Prue. I am so sorry.”

“Oh! At least let me say good bye, Andy.”

“You will when the time allows you to. Right now it is too soon. You will be able to however. I promise this to you.”

“Thank you, Andy, for helping get through this. It means a lot. I will wait to see them.”

Prue got extremely upset at this news. She has finally come to terms with her death. She grabs Andy’s hand. They float off into the gates of heaven. Prue finally realized why she had to die. It was for her baby sister.

Banner Competition Result.

Posted by: originalpiper - 05-03-08 13:01 - Comments (6)

Congratulations Dezmond, your banner received the most votes in the banner competition's final round.

Also well done to P3_Raven and ruby_tears, for reaching the final round in a very competitive competition.

Banner Competition Vote.

Posted by: originalpiper - 28-02-08 08:24 - Comments (10)

cdavjelly11 apologises for her absence but it has been for legitimate reasons and she appreciates your patience in this.

Please cast your votes for your favourite banner. I know one of them isn't the specified size but I'm not the authority to disqualify anyone.

Voting closes on 5th March.

Writers Competition: Round 1 Results, Round 2 brief.

Posted by: originalpiper - 27-02-08 11:40 - Comments (26)

Okay, so sorry for the delay guys. My internet connection keeps failing at the moment, it is very frustrating.

The winners of the first round of the writing competition are:

1. PowerOfThree4 with ‘ Coming Home’.
2. Takerturu with ‘Family Matters Most’.
3. Charmed Angel with ‘The Son We Never Knew’.

Although I’d like to also take this opportunity to thank Prue roxs, PiperCheri and charmed4eva112 as all of the entries to the first round were of a particularly high standard.

I have decided to add a second round to the competition and make the final stage longer, so I feel it would be more fair to have only two writers in the final stage because one thousand words is a small amount to write something in, therefore, I’m extending it and I only want the minimal number of people to have to write the longer final piece.

The brief for the piece you should write for round two is as follows:

Use any medium you wish (i.e poetry, prose, script) to describe Prue’s death from her point of view. Let me, reiterate, it is Prue’s reflection on her own death. There is no word limit for this piece you can make it as short or long as you like. The deadline is 7th March. Good luck to you and commiserations to other three writers, I thought all of the pieces were brilliant.