About The Event
300-600 word piece will be provided for narration on Tuesdays. All submissions are open for public voting till Sunday afternoon. Sooner you turn in your entry, the more time you will have to collect votes. Top 3 voice actors from this preliminary round will advance to the final round of ~3600 word entry. These 3 entries will then contest till Tuesday afternoon. Winner will be announced along with a new material for the next contest of the week.
Reading option #1
“Rest and relaxation, that’s all I really need,” Kevin thought to himself. Kevin Harper lived by the adage, “Work hard, play hard.” He’d been working and playing so hard lately that resting hard was the welcome third option he was happy to try. Sure, he was in his twenties and therefore should be full of energy, but he was in his late twenties. Sometimes the older young just needed a chance to recharge.
He had worked very hard to get to this point of relaxation. He’d accomplished all the lawn work. His back yard was immaculate. The hammock was expertly strung up. He even had a nice snack and drink set up on a nearby tray, just within his reaching distance. The relaxation time had come. He had been looking forward to this all week. It was because of this anticipation, that he found the sudden appearance of his friend, Emery Bishop, so annoying.
“Emery? What the hell, man? Where the heck did you come from?” The start caused Kevin to quickly sit up, which resulted in his fall out of his hammock.
Emery rushed to his friend excitedly. “You’re not going to believe this man! I barely believe it myself.”
Kevin scratched his head. “I didn’t hear you coming through the gate…”
“That’s because I didn’t come through the gate! I teleported here, man! I teleported.”
Kevin glanced around his yard as one does after one falls from a hammock. “You what? Did I hit my head?”
Emery rushed over to Kevin and wrapped his arms around him in a tight embrace. “Watch this!”
“What are you doing…”
There was a blink. Suddenly they were no longer standing in Kevin’s backyard. Instead the two men were tightly in front of a small spring.
Kevin broke away from Emery’s embrace. Emery was a big fellow so there was a bit of effort involved. “Where are we?”
Emery could hardly contain his excitement. “We are deep in the wooded area behind my new house. I went out exploring today and was overjoyed to discover I had this tiny natural spring. My first thought, look how clear that water is. If it tastes as good as it looks, I’ll never have to pay for spring water again. So, I took a drink, just to see how it tasted. That’s when…” Emery paused in his rapid-fire story telling.
“That’s when what, Emery?”
“It’s hard to describe. I started to feel like I had the energy to do anything. I mean, I really felt amazing. Then I thought, ‘Wow, Kevin has to give this stuff a try.’ The next thing I know, I’m in your backyard and you’re falling out of a hammock.”
“So, you’re saying you think this spring gave you some sort of magical super powers?”
Emery was jumping up and down. “That’s exactly what I’m saying. You need to try this water! I think this spring is bubbling from an aquifer on my property. Who knows how much water we have?”
Kevin stared at the bubbling liquid. “You’re sharing this with me?”
“Of course, buddy. Take a drink. I might take another drink myself. I kind a feel like the energy is starting to wane.”
Both men knelt at the spring with hands cupped. This moment would be forever known by the two friends as the great beginning.
Reading option #2
I wake up from my dream, drenched in sweat. I started having the dream about a month ago, after my 25th birthday.
The dream is always the same. I am standing somewhere, I can’t tell where though. It’s like I’m standing in this kind of fog. I don’t know where I am, or what I’m doing there. All I saw was this woman. She had long dark hair, and was wearing all black. She was beautiful. She held a gun, a 9mm Ruger, aimed at me, and was crying. I remember feeling sad, despite the gun being pointed at me. I couldn’t hear her, but I watched her talk to me, like a silent movie. Then, she pulled the trigger.
The dream is so distorted, I can never tell what she says to me. I can only tell how I feel about the situation, and I remember this, because it’s so odd. Underneath all of that sadness I felt, I felt so much love for that woman. Of course, I don’t know why. I can’t say I’ve ever been in love before. Why am I so sure that’s how I was feeling?
I rise out of bed, and stretch. Time to get ready for the day, like every other day. Shower, breakfast, work, like clockwork. My days are usually predictable. Don’t get me wrong, I go out to the bar and have dates, dinner with family, I’m not a total robot. The work days are the ones that just drone on. I leave my apartment to catch the train to work as a teller at a bank. I find a seat, and pull up the news on my phone. A grocery store bank branch was robbed yesterday. There’s been this group of bank robbers going around for a few weeks. Our bank just had a meeting because of these. Give them the insured money, don’t be a hero. Basically.
The train stops and lets people off, I see her from the corner or my eye. I snap my head up to catch her face, but she exited the train. Was that….? I jump up, and get off the train. I was about two more stops from work, but I didn’t think of that. The literal woman of my dreams just passed me, and that can’t be a coincidence. I look around, thinking I lost her. I spot her again, walking out of the train station doors.
“Miss!” I yell, but she is too far from me to hear me. I run after her. I exit the station, and run out onto the street. Damn. I don’t see her. I sigh, and turn to enter back into the station. Someone taps me on the shoulder.
“Excuse me, are you following me?”
Uh oh, I turn and see her. Of course she thinks I’m some creep following her. Maybe I am. Maybe she’ll get me arrested right here. I manage to stutter out.
“Yes, I’m sorry, I thought I recognized who you were. There must be a misunderstanding.”
She looked at me, and smirked.
“Or, Eli Knight, maybe it’s because you’ve been dreaming about me?” She asks. I am bewildered by her question.
“Wha- how do you know my name? Or about my dreams?”
“Because” she states matter of factly.
“Because I’ve been dreaming about you as well.”
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