This is a page for stories or poems users have written about Overgeared. They are written in the comments and the winning entries of the contest featured on the page. Anyone is free to submit any writing, even if the contest isn't on anymore.
Short Summary: A simple poem about Grid climbing to the top.
Born astray, a man dwells.
His name without weight, his life without meaning.
Cursed to be beneath all.
Time slew his ragged self without remorse.
To construction and labour; to humiliation; to self-loathing.
His eyes dimmed with the ever present misfortune.
Dirtied in such foul times, he lived without care.
Though, a game rose in his filthy gaze.
A sudden thought emerged in this man's heart.
He grabbed at its rim and he hung on.
Turbulent waves ricocheted; his skin scraped at the beast he grasped.
He held no hope in such a venture, he held no expectant fortune.
Yet, born from the fires of labour, he swung and gripped to the top.
With sweat and anguish; he braved it all.
All until he set his sights on the venture's apparent blight.
A book, Pagma's Descendant.
A legendary... Blacksmith. Lord!
He would have to strike with a hammer.
Bleed even more.
All to make use of this pointless reward!
Luck seemed to choose all but him.
He grumbled at the thought.
Though, he still read its worthless words.
He still grasped the hammer.
And he struck and struck.
He hammered all day.
All just for a spark of something.
Time, without meaning; it passed with sparks.
A racket of thuds and smacks, merging into one.
All until he stood atop a heavenly cloud.
He stared on into the horizon.
A hammer grasped firmly in his palm.
A crown atop his head.
"King of Blacksmiths, do you accept my challenge?"
A rumble echoed behind him.
"Dare I not?"
Title : His Master and Father
Author : TheClosen
Short Summary : Khan's final moment.
There was a sound, echoing through the era.
There was a voice, breathing through Valhalla.
Each sweats the aged shed, forming an ornate.
His vessel cried, defying to yield fate.
There was a sound, searing through his fear.
There was a voice, wailing through Overgeared.
Each tears the youth shed, engraving his ruth.
His soul screamed, refusing to yield truth.
There is a sound, soothing his Scion.
There is a voice, thanking his own Son.
Achieving his last legacy, Valhalla of Infinite Affection.
The Blacksmith name Khan, now parted from isolation.
There is a sound, pleading his Master.
There is a voice, thanking his Father.
Vowing to share the legacy, The Legendary Blacksmith Khan.
The Blacksmith name Grid, now aims to rise as a true Khan.
Third place will be on a separate page because it is fairly long.
Title: The Prince and the Dragon
Short Summary: Someone new has arrived at the castle and our curious young prince Lord has a chance encounter creating a little misunderstanding! But Lord has a demanding schedule as does our sleepy little dragon. Will they ever coincide?