After the rousing success of the last competition we’ve decided to bring yet another writing competition to the streets. As always our competitions are independently judged and offer some of the best prizes around.

Once again the judges will not be disclosed to avoid any chances of tampering, intimidation or seduction. The prize pool is secured and payout will occur no matter what!

Prizes:

1st Place - 25 Credits

2nd Place - 15 Credits

3rd Place - 10 Credits

Once again we will be offering a reward for ALL valid participants.

Deadline for submissions will be the 11th of September @ 23:59. 

Writing Prompt: You are driving on the outskirts of town in a car you picked up from the carpool outside the HQ. You realize there is a man you do not know hiding on the floor of the back seat. As you turn to look you feel a gun press on the back of your head and hear a deep, grizzled voice, “Drive.” (Minimum word count: 100 / Maximum word count: 450)

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Due to circumstances surrounding the world we have decided to extended the deadline to the 18th of September @ 23:59.

Prizes:

1st Place - 25 Credits

2nd Place - 15 Credits

3rd Place - 10 Credits

Once again we will be offering a reward for ALL valid participants.

(All prizes and participation rewards will be given out at the conclusion of the competition. Payouts can be claimed by next of kin with verifying information)

We hope to see some good entries!

"Kid, the boss wants you to deliver this car to the southside, alright? Be careful, we can't be having you fuck this up, eh?"

Tossing him the keys, Achilles went back inside as Romulus sat outside on the barstool watching with wide eyes, what the fuck had just happened? He didn't question it, just shrugged waving to the boys and leaving his beer unfinished with a sad whimper before heading off in search of the car. 

A black lincoln, he sighed, jogging over and noticing a few wiseguys near it before they nodded to him, heading off as he entered the car. With a sigh he started the car and drove off, his eyes focused for a moment as he headed out of town with a small dejected sigh. Deciding to turn on the radio, he hummed along to the tunes. 

Noticing that he was making a little bit of time, he shrugged off his jacket and tossed it in the back, only to find a man crouched down in the back and for a moment, he was about to get a better look at this face. Yet that didn't happen, the tell-tale barrel of a revolver pressed into the back of his head, he tensed for a moment. 

"Woah Woah, let's not get ahead of ourselves here buddy. Drive,"

His voice was deep and grizzled, obviously, he was calm in this type of moment, he sounded like he had done this type of thing before. The way he held that revolver was everything and it was not helping the fact that this was the boss' mission for him, what the fuck was he even doing here?

"WHERE!? The heck-"

And just as Romulus got a little braver in his words, the barrel pressed into his head again and he found himself silenced. Knowing that this was not going to be a moment where his mouth got him out of trouble. This was a do as he was told situation or be killed and he had a feeling that the man wouldn't even bat an eyelash at doing so. 

"Southside, just like your boss told you to do. Keep your eyes on the road, Rom."

Okay now that put him on edge, he knew his name and not many knew that. Without another word, he started driving, hoping to whatever deity was looking out for him that he could escape this situation and put this fuck in the ground. With a small sigh, he had finally made it and for a moment that he thought it was over...that this moment was done with. 

Only the deep grizzled voice spoke again.

"Sorry, kid."

Before he could speak, the darkness consumed him...

It was a beautiful day in the alleys of Detroit, Dolf just finished destroying another exit before making his way proudly outside the HQ, a carpool with a hunk of a man for a driver wait him outside. He stops on the corner, strikes a pose as to show off his amazing physique before sliding into the passenger seat of the car. As he sits down, he feels something long and hard at the back of his head.

Oh my, It appears you have snuck in my back door and shoved that long hard piece of metal into my back, as much as the feel pleases me, I do not believe that DaddyCream would appreciate you touching me like that. May I ask who you are and what you need of me.

After speaking, Dolf turns around mouth open wide ready to take the shot to the face.

But now now sir, If you are not willing to use that thing, I suggest you put it..

Before Dolf could finish speaking, The strong hunky criminal yells out to the driver.

"Drive"

At this point, Dolf knew he was in for a fun ride, and could not wait any longer to see what this man would do with that long hard gun, Would he shoot him in his face, or maybe, just maybe, they could both go destroy an exit together.

After having a good conversation with his boss, which means that he would carry away some new weapons in bozes in the trunk.

He jumps in his car and checks so he has his revolver where it is usually on the right inside of his jacket and that was it, he starts the car and checks through the meters so everything looks good and it does.

After driving a small tah, he thinks he hears something from the back seat, strange. Suddenly he feels cold steel in his neck and a man with a voice like a weasel hisses
"Keep loving your old goat"
He gets most annoyed by that comment and asks a little frankly

"What do you want?"
The man presses the barrel even harder in his neck and hisses again until
"I have received a contract for you" What do you say, who issued this now?
"Do not worry it's soon over"
drive in here on the right on the gravel road he hisses and coughs lightly so the barrel disappears from his neck, he quickly takes out his weapon, looks in the rearview mirror and sees that the weasel does not have the weapon directly towards him so he quickly turns around and shoots 4 shots rest 3 sitting in the chest of that bastard. He takes a deep breath and stops the car quickly.

He hurries out and opens the back door, the man who almost took his life has his mouth completely open and has a look of death in the greatest surprise. He pulls out the man on the ground and checks his pockets, finds a note where it says a lot, he manages to indicate who paid but not easy to read as the blood after all 3 shots has been sucked into the note, he folds it and decides to solve this problem after his job is completed.

He arrives and hands over the weapons he had been told and then cleans the back seat properly and drives home again, with many roofs spinning around in his head.

Ron had been told to pick up some minced meat at a butchers in in Bronxville, not the Bronx but the middle class suburb around 50 miles outside the city.
He'd picked up the car from the motor pool and let me tell you, it's a real piece of shit.  I mean, it's the kind of car that made you believe they taught auto shop in special ed schools.  It looked like a monster truck had eaten a sidecar and shat out the result in San Francisco.  It reminded me of my absentee Father, slow, unreliable and abused by many previous owners, a visual representation of what Jersey smells like.
Like I said, a real piece of shit.
Anyway I digress.
Ron opened the passenger door and layed the meat on the passenger seat and went round to the drives side to get in.  Turning the ignition for what seemed like an age, the engine finally fired up, sounding like something akin to a wet fart following through (did I mention this was a real piece of shit?)
Ron suddenly realised that his heckles were up, that he wasn't alone.  You know, that feeling you get when you masturbate in a graveyard.

cold steel pressed against the back of Ron's luxurious mane and voice said:
'Drive'

Ron had been around the block a few times, he gotten lost on his way to the butcher but he knew not to panic.

'Where too chief'? Ron replied with all the composure of rabbit in headlights

'take the Washington bridge, we're going to Jersey'

'what's in the bag'

'Mince' I replied,

the voice in the back went more high pitched and did a flowerpot stance:

'what's in the bag' he said again.

Ron was nervous and he fumbled for a cigarette, putting one in his mouth he realised he didn't have any matches

'you got a light, mac' asked Ron

'no, I've got a dark raincoat' replied the figure behind

to be continued.............?

With a little over one week left to submit entries. I am pleased to announce that we have secured additional funding from City Hall. This means that our already generous prize pool has been DOUBLED.

Prizes:

1st Place - 25 Credits 50 Credits

2nd Place - 15 Credits 30 Credits

3rd Place - 10 Credits 20 Credits

And we will  still be offering a reward for ALL valid participants.

All entries should be submitted by the 18th of September @ 23:59.

You are driving on the outskirts of town in a car you picked up from the carpool outside the HQ. You realize there is a man you do not know hiding on the floor of the back seat. As you turn to look you feel a gun press on the back of your head and hear a deep, grizzled voice, “Drive.” 

Quick glance in the rear-view mirror confirmed Zek was the individual in control here. Sonny calmy puts the car in to gear pulling back on to the main road of Loyal Heights heading towards Ballard, Seattle. Zek speaks quickly "Don't be a abercrombie, keep your lips sealed and follow my instructions. Head back to Ballad then straight to the Waterfront."  Complete silence for the ride back the duo eventually make it to ther destination, Sonny checks the rear-view once again to his relief their would no longer be a gun pointed at his head. 

"Alright kid, this is the spot. Here's the low down i need you to head over to that speakeasy and bleed 'em. Fuckers thought we wouldn't find out about their gambling racket at the back. Use whatever violences is needed to make them pay 5 bills every month. I'll be here waiting... Now get the fuck out." Before Sonny hops out Zek would also describe the owner, Sonny sighs turning the car off and steps out with a long black trench coat, black leather gloves and cigarette pressed firmly between his lips. Head down Sonny marches towards the front of the bar entering with his eyes darting straight towards the owner. Right hand near his wasitline Sonny uses his left hand to fimly point his finger at the man, speaking with a deep voice mixed with Italian/American born accent. "You their! Come here right fucking now before i paint the walls with your brains. The man up top said you gotta pay 5 bills a month otherwise you'll be seeing me more often." The owner of the bar didn't have enough time to react towards Sonny before he repeatedly hits him over the head with his pistol knocking him unconscious. Sonny glances around the bar as it would be populated with a small amount of people looking at him disgusted. "As for the rest, keep your fucking mouth shut otherwise I'll be the last person you'll ever see." Carefully opening his jacket Sonny retrieves his handkerchief wiping the blood of his weapon and placing the bloody handkerchief in one of the owners pockets then leaving back to the car with Zek waiting for him. Sonny explains to Zek the details then drives them back to the HQ where SammyNoShoes was probably crafting those god forsaken Cobblers everyone seemed to be wearing.

You are driving on the outskirts of town in a car you picked up from the carpool outside the HQ. You realize there is a man you do not know hiding on the floor of the back seat. As you turn to look you feel a gun press on the back of your head and hear a deep, grizzled voice, “Drive.”

The hairs on the back of Selena's neck stood as the voice spoke. Her grip tightened on the steering wheel, clearing her throat she began to speak

"Where" she replied in a half-whispered tone, trying to remain as calm as she could. She wasn't entirely sure who she was trying to fool.

"Get me out of town" the voice snarled back, "Don't do anything stupid Girl". Selena kept her eyes on the road as the voice behind her moved in the dark with nothing but the faint crackle of the radio as the only witness to the unfolding situation. Who was he? What did he want?

" Th..There's money in my bag just ta.."  she stammered "I DON'T WANT YOU FUCKING MONEY" the voice bellowed angrily  "Just get me outta here".

The city lights were becoming more scarce as the Selena and the voice drove silently through the night. The Seattle streets were now sinking into the rearview, was this to be her last moments on earth?  Her mind raced as she recounted every person she encountered in her trainwreck of a life. Her stomach began to sink confusion and fear now consuming her. She was going to vomit, she tried to compose herself.

" PULL OVER" the voice demanded,  Selena slowed the car. Her heart thudded rapidly as she slowed her car to a stop at the side of the dark empty back road. Then suddenly her ears were ringing, glass littered every part of her body, blood trickled down her head. The voice behind her groaned in pain. Did a car hit us?

Vito_Rigazzo stepped out from his mangled car,  he crossed over debris cautiously producing his gun. "Selena" he called as he moved closer to the vehicle.

Everything was fuzzy Selena could barely make out anything at this point, she groaned as she felt her head. She could hear a voice, she unclipped her seatbelt and pivoted around she squinted at the dark shape moving around in the backseat. Two gunshots rang in the night air. The sound alone was enough to make her wince. Struggling to keep consciousness she slouched back in her seat.

​​​​The driver side door creaked open, "Jesus are you okay" the familiar voice asked  "Vito?" Selena croaked. Vito lifted her out of the car slowly "Can you walk?" He asked  "Think so" was the unsure reply. He took a step back to let her get her bearings. She blinked heavily as pain shot through her body. She stood for a second breathing in the night air, her facilities returning slowly.

"Who the fuck was that"! Vito exclaimed motioning to the corpse in the backseat. " Did you get a look at him"  Selena mumbled.

"I put two in the bastards head didn't get a proper look". Vito smirked  "Guess we will never know" 

She nodded at him tiredly as she wrapped her coat around her. "Take me back to the HQ please Vito, and get me a drink...a big fucking drink".

I know the prominent question on everyone's minds right now is, 'will the Fairest Writing Competition still happen?' 

I want to come out here and let everyone know that we will be running this competition NO MATTER WHAT!!!

There is still time for you to get those entries in and win yourself some startup money!

Prizes:

1st Place - 50 Credits

2nd Place -  30 Credits

3rd Place -  20 Credits

And we will  still be offering a reward for ALL valid participants.

All entries should be submitted by the 18th of September @ 23:59.

Payouts can be claimed by next of kin with verifying information.

I'm glad you're pushing ahead with this still!

When one imagines the life of a mafioso, images of lavish lifestyles and dramatic gunfights come to mind— which is mostly true for the people who have made a name for themselves in this world. However, what the stories conveniently omit is the grueling journey to get to the top: the countless menial tasks and sleepless nights that are inevitably part of the job.

By this point, Kaya hadn’t slept in about 48 hours and was in no condition to be driving a car— however, this was the last task on her to-do list and all she needed to do pick up a car and ditch it somewhere obscure... simple enough, right? As the city lights disappeared in the distance, she hit a pothole which caused a thud in the back followed by someone whispering "motherfu--", which caused Kaya to check if there was someone there or if sleep deprivation was causing hallucinations. Before she could turn around though, she felt the cool metal of a gun dig into her nape followed by a grunt. "Drive."

"Where to?" She asked cautiously, peering at the rearview mirror to see a well-dressed man with a crazed look in his eye.
"Take me to your boss. I thought this was his car and was supposed to... surprise... him," he said as he pressed the gun deeper into Kaya's head, "...but then you came along and threw a wrench in my plan. Now, take me to him."

Nodding, she continued driving down the empty road and further away from the city where their HQ was. She may be exhausted but she wasn't stupid— putting her boss at risk wasn't an option. She needed to think quickly as soon enough the man was going to realize they were going deeper into suburbia instead of towards the city, but her gun was in the glovebox and there was no way she was could get it without him blowing her brains out.

"Where the fuck are we?" The man asked, growing increasingly agitated, and Kaya knew she needed to act now. Taking a deep breath, she steered the car to the right violently, sending the car flying into a tree. This took the man by surprise and Kaya quickly wrestled him for his gun as shards of glass flew everywhere. She managed to get ahold of the weapon and swiftly planted two bullets in his head, spitting on his corpse before wiggling her way out of the mangled remains of the car. 

Lesson learned: don't mess with someone who was as sleep-deprived as she was. Mumbling to herself, she started on the long walk back to the city. "Lucky bastard got to sleep before I did..."

Just ONE DAY LEFT TO ENTER!

Let's get those final entries in to the competition and get your chance to win some BIG money!

Just a reminder the deadline for entries is the 18th of September @ 23:59.

The competition is now ended. I want to thank everyone who came out and participated. The judges will review the entries and prizes will be announced shortly!

The judges have come back with their decisions on the winners! I’m told they had a very hard time choosing between the contestants. 

In First place we have… Romulus

In Second place we have… Selena

And in Third place we have… Kaya

Thanks to everyone who participated. Prizes should be distributed by the end of today! 

Look for our next event in the coming future!

Thank you for organizing this, LSD! Congratulations to everyone for a well-executed event!

That was fun! Thanks LSD and congratulations Romulus for robbing beating me. Nah that was a joke deserved winner! Looking forward to the next one see you all there. Much love everyone.

congrats to the winners.

it was fun to take part in!

Congratulations everyone.

Grats to the three winners and thanks for a amaingly good competition, lokks forward to see another soon.