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We had some superb entries for the Topsy Turvy Contest! I would like to take a moment to congratulate everyone who participated on their truly entertaining and wonderful entries. I loved seeing your unique interpretations on the prompt. There were touching entries, funny entries, and intense ones too! You all did a fantastic job!
It was incredibly hard to narrow it down to a mere three choices. Everyone, please give a huge "Congratulations!" to our winners!
A "Shattered Glass"-esque Transformers One-Shot
For the Topsy Turvy Contest
Word Count: 1000
The light from Cybertron’s setting sun harshly reflected off the shattered pieces of glass that littered the streets of the once prosperous city. The towers that had reached towards the very atmosphere of the planet were now nothing but stumps of their former glory, crumbling from the lack of care they had suffered from. The streets served as a maze now that their debris had been dashed upon them, and the air in the city felt all but dead.
This had once been the sight of one of Cybertron’s most influential cities—Iacon. Its population had boasted some of the greatest minds on the planet, ranging from the fields of science to literature. The region's ruling body of government had been stationed here, guiding the city on the prosperous path it had been taki
The Case Book of Mrs. HudsonMrs. Hudson put aside her newspaper and watched as Miss Morstan crossed gracefully to the mantelpiece. She was wearing grey today, with a touch of blue at the neck bringing out the colour of her large, sympathetic eyes. Mrs. Hudson’s friend and colleague truly was a picture of sensitivity and refinement.
Until she tripped over the bearskin rug.
“Damn and blast the wretched thing!”
Mrs. Hudson winced. “My dear, do try and remember to moderate your language.”
Miss Morstan grinned. “There are no clients here to be shocked.” She continued to the mantelpiece and selected a cigar.
“But we are not alone in the house,” said Mrs. Hudson. “Our landlords may come in at any time.”
Perfectly on cue, Mr. Holmes entered with the tea tray.
Miss Morstan hid her smile by bending to light the cigar. Mrs. Hudson frowned at her and turned to Holmes.
“Thank you,” she said, as he placed the tray on the table beside her chair. She p
Thieves in the Night (Transformers: Rescue Bots)He found himself staring at his ceiling instead of Blossom Vale.
It wasn't like him to snap out of a good dream, so he lay there, still, listening. Sure enough, he heard a telltale clank, a shuffle, downstairs. Thieves in the night.
He continued to lay there, stomach seizing, muscles tensing against his will. Someone had broken into his home. Who knew what the intruder or intruders might want? Artwork? Electronics? Valuables? Perhaps they wanted him. Maybe they meant to steal away his life, his propensity for getting in the way of generations of evil men.
That idea incensed him. He shuddered to think that his ancient enemy’s descendents might finally snuff out over a century of progress. Worse still, he had yet to vet Evan and Myles as his successors, yet to create them Griffin Rock’s new eternal protectors. He couldn't die yet; not tonight.
He sat up, slowly, carefully, eager to keep the springs in his bed from creaking. He cursed his sentimentality. His little reminders o
Raphael stood outside his brother’s bedroom door with his hand around the handle. It was his turn to try and he paused a few moments to steady himself and make a game plan before entering. He closed his eyes and remembered how angry and lost Leo had looked when he had tried last week, and how deflated Mikey had been since his attempt yesterday. Raph wasn’t sure he could do any better, but he had to try. The longer this persisted the more it twisted and warped his whole family and he couldn’t let that go on. You can do this, patient and optimistic, Raph thought, taking a deep breath. Forcing the corners of his beak upward into a rare smile, he turned the handle, flung the door open and strode in.
“Rise and shine, Donnie-boy!” he announced.
The words sounded so strange as they fell awkwardly from his tongue. It was unnatural for him to be so chipper, that was more Mike’s gig, but
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Topsy Turvy Contest entry - Sword Art OnlineIn the world of Sword Art Online, a virtual reality MMO, two young swordsmen are making their way through the fourth level of the tower. The sound of their ceaseless bickering rose from deep within the catacombs of their current arena and could be heard well outside where passersby could stop and listen.
“Argh! Kirito, you suck so hard at this game!”
“Shuddap, damn. It’s not like I asked you to party up with me in the first place. I told you: it takes me a while to get the hang of it, but once I do, I’m good to go!”
“Whatever. Jeez, even newbs who just plugged in aren’t this bad. And you said you wanted to kill those players earlier and take all of their loot. Hah! We were lucky to get out of that alive, thanks to my quick thinking in pulling us over to the side to pretend like we were making out.”
Kirito blinked in confusion, “We were pretending, Asuna? What was I kissing then?”
“My hand. Ugh, like I’d let t
This is like a mirror-verse, but is not related to Shattered Glass in any way.
Optimus Prime, leader of the merciless Autobots, was scowling stonily at his nemesis.
Jazz didn't want to know what his Lord was thinking, or interrupt his disdainful observations, but the Autobots needed energon and Optimus had forbidden anyone from stealing any without his express permission.
"My Lord." Optimus didn't grace Jazz with a look, instead choosing to focus on the miserable display before him.
"What?" He snapped, in no mood for anything his inferior soldiers could possibly need him to do.
Jazz hesitated, not sure he should continue considering his Lord's mood.
Now Optimus did turn to look down at him, taking advantage of his height to loom well over Jazz. "What is it, Jazz?"
"Well," Jazz barely managed to resist fidgeting under his Lord's intense stare, knowing how much such habits were despised, "we ‒the Autobots, I mean– need more energon, and I was wondering if w
The Good Meets Evil"Sir, your Topsy-Turvy-Inator is ready." shouted Norm.
Dr. Heinz Doofenshmirtz was still reading the newspaper while waiting patiently for his latest invention, the Topsy-Turvy-Inator, which is actually a Turn-Evil-Inator in disguise, to load fully, which actually took two hours. "Thanks for reminding me, Norm. Should I tell all about this inator to you?"
"Tell it your little platypus friend."
"Fine," he muttered. He stood up from his chair, closed the newspaper, and set it on the coffee table. While walking to his inator, he thought to himself, "Why can't I tell the whole thing to Norm? I don't want Perry the Platypus to know! But Perry the Platypus is my nemesis, and I told him all about my inators from the beginning of the summer."
Perry was already ready to fight the evil scientist. Now all he needed to do was to find a way out of the unbreakable trap his archnemesis had set up for him.
"Now, Perry the Platypus," Doofenshmirtz said as he was about to demonstrate his plan, "this Top
Topsy Turvy Fan FictionMister Topsy Turvy was out for a Sunday stroll, when a gust of wind knocked off his bowler hat. He caught it in time, and he set it on his head. But when he did, something felt off. The dome of the hat was now pointing up! He stood frozen for a moment in confusion, then he went on with his stroll.
On the sidewalk, there were some steps as he was in a steep part of town. And at the top of those steps, he saw Mister Quiet and Miss Daredevil. Mister Quiet was laughing like an evil mastermind, teasing Miss Daredevil by daring her to grind down the handrail by standing on it. She quaked and whimpered. Mister Topsy Turvy boomed, "What's going on?" Mister Quiet scoffed, "I don't think she's quite herself today." After a pause, he quipped, "Then again, I don't think I am quite myself, myself."
Mister Topsy Turvy continued, going down the steps. It was only when he realized he had to walk forward to see where he was going did it hit him. "Hey," he thought out loud, "Today m
Topsy Turvy Contest - Prime's Bad DayTopsy Turvy Contest - Optimus Prime's Bad Bay
'Enough!' Optimus Prime slammed his hands on Teletraan-One's console, causing the computer to short circuit and black out.
Bumblebee was forced to take a step back. He'd never seen Prime like this before and he swore he could see steam escaping from his leader's concealing faceplate. He wasn't alone in his shock as Jazz, Wheeljack and Ratchet looked to each other, unsure of how to handle the situation.
'I don't ask for much. All I'm asking for is one day, ONE, when we don't have to deal with fuel shortages or parts shortages or test after test of Wheeljack's self-destruction weapons, or -'
'In Wheeljack's defence, Prime,' Ratchet began. 'He's-'
'Don't you start!' Prime addressed the medic. 'He blows up something, you sweep it under the base somewhere until it either burns or explodes.'
'That's very unfair, Prime.'
'Oh yeah? The fabulous Dinobot project. That worked a treat, didn't it?'
'It has its rough edges.' Ratchet apologised.
SOPA 2014: Voluntary Agreements, TPP, and StaydownEDIT 3/22: Added some links, some additional notes, and some credit. (Also added some of the same on 3/17)