Prompt 06 - Voting.
This is the final challenge.
PLEASE MAKE SURE YOU READ THE RULES CAREFULLY. If you do not vote properly, I CANNOT count your vote.
VOTING RULES:
> Voting will last approximately 48+ hours. The results will go up on Friday June 6th, around 5 PM (EST). (Saturday June 7th, 9am NZ time) You are not required to vote, but it would definitely be appreciated.
> You do not need to be a participant to vote.
> Vote for your LEAST FAVOURITE (or lesser quality) drabble. Vote according to the quality of the drabble, NOT personal style preferences. (Keep the words "I don't like..." out of your votes. We want valid reasons based on actual quality.) Please try to be unbiased in your votes. Keep in mind that the writers will probably be reading the reasons for your vote. Try to be constructive in your criticism, rather than saying that the drabble sucks.
> Comment to this post with your vote for ONE (1) LEAST LIKED drabble. With this vote, a reason is OPTIONAL.
> After you vote for the one lesser quality drabble, you'll be voting for your ONE FAVORITE DRABBLE. You don't have to give a reason, although you can if you like. ONLY CHOOSE ONE FAVORITE.
Here's two examples of how to vote:
#05 - The unusual tense usage is distracting.
or perhaps
#01 - Characterisation could be improved; Marian is unlikely to use Southern slang.
The prompt can also be considered - how skillfully did the writer respond to it?
FAVORITE
#02
And the form (just copy and paste what's in the box, replace the #00's with the correct numbers, and replace 'Reason' with the explanation for your vote).
Voting Off:
#00 - Reason (optional)
Favorite:
#00 - Reason (optional)
DRABBLE 01
He hadn't known. He hadn't known, and she'd seen it in the way his hand trembled, the way he looked away when he spoke, how nervous he was when he'd asked her to be his.
For a while she hadn't either, or she told herself she hadn't, but as soon as she saw the confused look on his face his first day back, the guard that she hadn't quite successfully built up had slipped.
She'd told herself that she was over him, that he'd made his choice, and anyways there wasn't much to be said once he was outlawed. But then he'd come, riding to Locksley to meet her on her wedding day, Tristan to her Isolde, and it was then that her heart was decided.
She hadn't wanted him, but he was there, she was his, and he still didn't know, even as she stood before him with sweat on her brow and grave dirt on her hands. He'd hoped though; he'd slipped stealthily through her defenses like a thief, curling his arm through the window, slipping the latch, pushing the door open quietly. She knew; she'd watched him. And she'd let him.
DRABBLE 02
It was supposed to be easy.
After the glory, and the fighting, and the dancing girls of Constantinople and the washerwomen of Dover, he would form a sensible alliance and marry a sensible girl and produce some heirs…and maybe keep a mistress on the side if the girl proved sensible to the point of dullness. If Marian was still available? Well, she was sensible, she wasn’t dull, and she had looks to boot. That probably meant he could avoid the mistress, at least for a while.
Of course, it didn’t work out that way.
An outsider would blame politics-marriage could not be less sensible right now. Someone who watched him more closely might think he was being a spoiled boy about Marian instead of moving on, kicking up a tantrum because Gisbourne was playing with his toys.
They would both be right. And wrong.
“Sensible” no longer entered into it. What Marian’s gestures and glances promised-in some ways, what their shared secrets and shared hearts already gave them--was so much more than the old alliances and politics. She had ruined Robin of Locksley, Earl of Huntingdon. She had created Robin Hood.
And now life would be anything but easy.
That's all, folks.
PLEASE MAKE SURE YOU READ THE RULES CAREFULLY. If you do not vote properly, I CANNOT count your vote.
VOTING RULES:
> Voting will last approximately 48+ hours. The results will go up on Friday June 6th, around 5 PM (EST). (Saturday June 7th, 9am NZ time) You are not required to vote, but it would definitely be appreciated.
> You do not need to be a participant to vote.
> Vote for your LEAST FAVOURITE (or lesser quality) drabble. Vote according to the quality of the drabble, NOT personal style preferences. (Keep the words "I don't like..." out of your votes. We want valid reasons based on actual quality.) Please try to be unbiased in your votes. Keep in mind that the writers will probably be reading the reasons for your vote. Try to be constructive in your criticism, rather than saying that the drabble sucks.
> Comment to this post with your vote for ONE (1) LEAST LIKED drabble. With this vote, a reason is OPTIONAL.
> After you vote for the one lesser quality drabble, you'll be voting for your ONE FAVORITE DRABBLE. You don't have to give a reason, although you can if you like. ONLY CHOOSE ONE FAVORITE.
Here's two examples of how to vote:
#05 - The unusual tense usage is distracting.
or perhaps
#01 - Characterisation could be improved; Marian is unlikely to use Southern slang.
The prompt can also be considered - how skillfully did the writer respond to it?
FAVORITE
#02
And the form (just copy and paste what's in the box, replace the #00's with the correct numbers, and replace 'Reason' with the explanation for your vote).
Voting Off:
#00 - Reason (optional)
Favorite:
#00 - Reason (optional)
DRABBLE 01
He hadn't known. He hadn't known, and she'd seen it in the way his hand trembled, the way he looked away when he spoke, how nervous he was when he'd asked her to be his.
For a while she hadn't either, or she told herself she hadn't, but as soon as she saw the confused look on his face his first day back, the guard that she hadn't quite successfully built up had slipped.
She'd told herself that she was over him, that he'd made his choice, and anyways there wasn't much to be said once he was outlawed. But then he'd come, riding to Locksley to meet her on her wedding day, Tristan to her Isolde, and it was then that her heart was decided.
She hadn't wanted him, but he was there, she was his, and he still didn't know, even as she stood before him with sweat on her brow and grave dirt on her hands. He'd hoped though; he'd slipped stealthily through her defenses like a thief, curling his arm through the window, slipping the latch, pushing the door open quietly. She knew; she'd watched him. And she'd let him.
DRABBLE 02
It was supposed to be easy.
After the glory, and the fighting, and the dancing girls of Constantinople and the washerwomen of Dover, he would form a sensible alliance and marry a sensible girl and produce some heirs…and maybe keep a mistress on the side if the girl proved sensible to the point of dullness. If Marian was still available? Well, she was sensible, she wasn’t dull, and she had looks to boot. That probably meant he could avoid the mistress, at least for a while.
Of course, it didn’t work out that way.
An outsider would blame politics-marriage could not be less sensible right now. Someone who watched him more closely might think he was being a spoiled boy about Marian instead of moving on, kicking up a tantrum because Gisbourne was playing with his toys.
They would both be right. And wrong.
“Sensible” no longer entered into it. What Marian’s gestures and glances promised-in some ways, what their shared secrets and shared hearts already gave them--was so much more than the old alliances and politics. She had ruined Robin of Locksley, Earl of Huntingdon. She had created Robin Hood.
And now life would be anything but easy.
That's all, folks.