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These stories are great! They're very detailed and entertaining. All that and it just flows so smoothly!
You sir, are a master of the imagination.

30-Nov-2011 17:41:20 - Last edited on 30-Nov-2011 17:42:19 by [#0JD93YIAL]

Dyrnwyn
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Official Wintumber Story Contest entry - Round 1
This story won me a place in the final round of the contest.

~The Joy of Giving~

Edward jumped to his feet, the sound of knocking filling him with excitement. He ran to the front door and opened it.

“Uncle Maurice!” exclaimed the boy, gleefully embracing his beloved uncle. He was a rather big man and his fine garments always seemed to be a bit too small for him, but he was always nice and, more importantly, he always brought the best Yuletide presents.

“Look at you!” The uncle smiled, but his it was as if his heart was not in it. “My, how you’ve grown, child! I’ve brought you a present.” Maurice produced a small, brightly coloured box wrapped with silken bands. His eyes sparkling, the boy took the present.

“Oh, thank you, Uncle! Can I open it? Please, can I?”

Maurice laughed. It sounded somewhat fake, but the Edward did not notice.

“Go ahead, my boy.”

Edward loosened the bands and started ripping the paper with amazing speed. Inside the box lay a dagger. The hilt was ornately fashioned and the short blade was so polished that Edward was able to see his own reflection in it.

“Thank you, Uncle!” the boy said, his eyes shining with gratitude. Edward’s father had stood and watched, and Maurice sent his younger brother an almost triumphant glance. The look he got back, however, was as cold as the snow outside and it held nothing but disgust.

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In the middle of the Yule-dinner, someone knocked on the door again. Puzzled, Edward made his way to the door. Outside in the snow stood what most people would define as a tramp. His poor clothes were torn and ragged, and his grey mane was wild and unkempt. This was, however, no ordinary tramp; this was Edward’s second uncle.

“Oh,” muttered Edward disappointed, “Uncle Silas.”

The vagabond sent him a vague smile, snowflakes sparkling in his beard.
// Wordsmith ~ The Novelists' Guild // Viking //

08-Dec-2011 21:08:07 - Last edited on 20-Jun-2013 21:29:47 by Dyrnwyn

Dyrnwyn
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Dyrnwyn

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“Don’t worry; I won’t come inside if you don’t want me to. I just stopped by to give you this.” Silas held forth a small, wooden horse, obviously handcrafted by himself. Edward took it and nodded politely before closing the door and leaving his uncle in the cold.

“Who was that, dear?” his mother asked when he came back. Edward shrugged indifferently.

“It was just Uncle Silas. He gave me this.” Edward looked at the toy horse for a moment. Then he uncaringly threw it in a corner of the room.

His father rose to his feet, walked across the room and grabbed Edward by the arm, dragging him towards the small kitchen. His mother and uncle looked completely baffled.

“Edward!” hissed his father. “How could you throw away Silas’ present like that? Because you did*’t like it? Because it wasn’t as expensive and beautiful as Maurice’s present?”

Edward flinched; he had never seen his father so angry.

“Let me tell you something, my son,” he continued, more calm now. *Maurice is a worthless jackass who just happens to have a lot of money. He buys you expensive presents and pretends to be nice to ingratiate himself with you. All he really wants is to come here and rub all his money in our face!”

Edward had never thought of it that way. He was still young and he was not yet familiar with the term ‘deceit’. His father went on:

“Silas, poor Silas who has nothing, gave you something real without expecting to get ANYTHING in return. He gave you that horse, which he’s undoubtedly crafted with his own two hands, for the joy of giving, and you threw it away like it was garbage. Is that the spirit of Yuletide? I think not! Now go and let Silas in.”
// Wordsmith ~ The Novelists' Guild // Viking //

08-Dec-2011 21:08:16 - Last edited on 20-Jun-2013 21:29:48 by Dyrnwyn

Dyrnwyn
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Dyrnwyn

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4saken 1, is the story for this forum? If not, I'm pretty sure you'd need permission from Jagex to write one such story (at least to get it published, you would). Other than that, I'd be happy to help. What kind of advice were you looking for? ^_^ // Wordsmith ~ The Novelists' Guild // Viking //

09-Dec-2011 09:55:27 - Last edited on 09-Dec-2011 11:27:12 by Dyrnwyn

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