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Praise them? For desecrating what I've worked so hard to build? Meloetta shook their head. "Fun" isn't what matters in the end. Perhaps they'll never be perfect, but I will. All they're doing is holding me back. A few of the pokémon with instruments hesitantly raised them again, glancing back...

Meloetta gave Jo-Jo a withering look. What? I don't know what any of that means. Music, yes. Not whatever that all was. Meloeta stared imperiously out over the assembled pokémon. That flute player was horribly flat. Charcadet clutched the Icy Flute a bit tighter, looking crestfallen. And...

Ceruledge bowed his head. Then let us go. It ended up being a sizeable group that set out for the garden; the pokémon with instruments went along to provide Charcadet's accompaniment, and a good number of villagers joined them, whether from hope at seeing Meloetta's arrival or for sake of...

All right, at this time I've responded to all contest entries I've received. If you sent an entry but did not hear back from me, that means I missed you! Please let me know ASAP so I can get your entry out to the judges. Speaking of judges, our judge team this year will be Dragonfree, Flyg0n...

And that is time! Thanks to everyone who submitted entries this year. I'll be going through my various accounts to pick up last-minute submissions and will be back in a little while with a final tally and judging information!

I have not seen the flute played to summon Meloetta, Ceruledge said. Nor has anyone who lives here, to the best of my knowledge. We have always been able to consult her by visiting her garden when necessary. I heard tell there were other instruments, too, one of the graveler with a tambourine...

And on that note, I'd like to announce that there are now twenty-four hours remaining before the contest deadline! Make sure to get your entries in if you haven't already! I've responded to all entries submitted thus far, so if you sent an entry but haven't gotten a response from me, that means...

Welcome to the forums, Dot! Glad you were able to find your way back to writing, and congrats on finishing a fic, too. That's a big accomplishment! I took a quick peek at your story, and it's definitely intriguing; I think there are a lot of people around here who will enjoy its themes. In any...

It's worked before, Ceruledge said, drawing his son protectively against his side with the flat of one of his blades. The charcadet was clutching the flute, which had gone back to its airy burbling, against his chest, his large eyes filling with tears. At least, that's what the stories say. Ha...

Everyone who participates in the contest will receive feedback from the panel of judges as well as a small feature in the results post to advertise their entry. You can see example of those features (first post) and feedback (later story posts) in the results thread for last year's contest...

Charcadet still seemed nervous, but he allowed the outsiders to lead him back out to the town square, where his father was working to assemble a group of musicians as quickly as he could. There were graveler with drums and tambourines, salandit and salazzle with banjos and ukeleles, and hakamo-o...

And the harmonica... came out of the niche, easily, and rested innocently in Rachel's hand. It continued to hum away, sending up irregular spurts of bubbles. If Rachel brought it into the bubble with her, it would sound loud and clear in the pocket of air. Its tune hadn't changed. Is that it...

The melodica continued to play even from the palm of Melody's hand, sounding louder now that the wind had died down. It was made of a translucent pink-purple crystal that glimmered in the dim light beneath the trees. The music had a subtle power to it; anyone listening to it for more than a...

Chapter 13, or Chapter 12, Part Two. What a good time for Mark. :) You did a great job of conveying the feeling of everything falling apart, and Mark staying for too long trying to pull things back together and ultimately nearly ending up in jail because of it. A real moment of realization...

It was easy to hum along; in fact, it felt like the most natural thing to do. Tomomichi would easily be able to keep up with the song, and in Rachel's bubble, Kricketot was doing the same, rattling his antennae in time with the tune. The symbols definitely appeared similar; here and there, some...