Sandbox ~ Creative Writing Awards

Gianna:

Best Drama/Dramatic Moment

Best Supporting Male Character – Anthony

Best Quote (“Welcome back to my glamorous life as a New York City dancing sensation”)

Ally:

Best Historical Fiction

Best Supporting Female Character – Lucille

Best Opening Line (“Too ripe. Too soft. Too hard. It’s near impossible to find some simple, organic food nowadays and we’re in 1933 too! You’d think we’d at least know how to grow fruit by now,” complained the middle aged woman to the buck teeth brunette twirling impatiently in the Market”)

Joshua:

Best Mystery-Sherlock Holmes

Cherri:

Best Description/Sentence (“As I round the corner the wind catches my hair and my heart trips, for stretched before me is such elaborate magnificence. I cannot take it all in. It’s too much. Much too big”)

Grace Anne:

Best Fantasy

Revenge of the Sith One-Shot Sequel

A few months ago, I wrote an alternate ending to Revenge of the Sith. Some people requested a sequel, and here it is! I hope y’all like it! Let me know if you want more 🙂 And if you haven’t read the first part, you can read it here.

There were a few things that could cause Anakin Skywalker to completely lose it. And one of those, was threatening his family. No kriffing way. Not to mention, that this came from the person who had agreed to help him save Padme from death – not kill her!

He had been battling Obi-Wan, when he knew, somehow just KNEW that Padme was in danger. Anakin may have ruined his entire life and any chance of living normally, but her? She did not fall into that category and he would be kriffed if he did not stop something even more horrible from happening.

Naturally, Obi-Wan had been shocked when Anakin froze in place, only uttering one word desperately, “Padme.” He had wasted no time abandoning the fight, to rush back to where he had last seen her: vulnerable, still. Anyone could harm her in that state! And his child? She, or he, was completely innocent.

“Anakin?” Not surprisingly, Obi-Wan’s mind could not compute this abrupt change in his previous padawan. Only minutes ago, he had seen for himself, Anakin’s yellow eyes…the eyes of a Sith. Yet…suddenly, he had stopped – halted, and if Obi-Wan’s vision was not failing him, his eyes were now bluer. Not quite back to what they were…but, definitely not yellow.

Running, Anakin shouted back a single phrase, not bothering to see if Obi-Wan followed. “Padme’s in danger!”

And this brought him to where he stood, glowering at Palpatine. If someone thought he was angry before, now he was furious. NO ONE HARMED HER. Anakin gripped his lightsaber tightly, the air taut with energy from the Force.

“YOU.”

Palpatine gave a sigh, and nodded. “I truly had hoped it would not come to this Vader – ”

“My name is Anakin.” His mind flashed back to when he had first seen Padme, and said those exact words. Realization sunk in…he had traded one master for another. Watto for Sidious. One bondage to another.

Giving an expression of disgust, Palpatine muttered underneath his breath, “Of course, of course, Anakin. You had such potential! Such potential to master the ways of the Force,” he dropped his voice to a smirking whisper, “even death.”

Anakin glared at him, muscles tense with fury and pain. His voice was so controlled, that it caused chills to race over Obi-Wan’s and Padme’s skin. “You,” tone low, “were going to kill her.” He took a step forward menacingly.

Chuckling, Palpatine looked at him. “Why, yes. The plan was never for her to live. You were so naïve! She got in the way, and I cannot have people getting in the way. They get eliminated.” He snapped his fingers together, unable to contain his chortles. “So gullible! So desperate for affirmation! Though,” a sinister grin crept over his wrinkled, electrocuted face, “your children on the other hand…would make wonderful apprentices.”

Children? thought Anakin’s mind, briefly putting him into a stunned state as his eyes found Padme. She held close to her heart two small babes, their eyes snapped onto him. He locked gazes with her, guilt pouring over him like the boiling lava of the planet. Hot. Burning.

Then, he faced him.

“How dare you,” Anakin hissed, stepping in front of his family protectively. He would not let him harm them – in any way. With the black and brimstone background of Mustafar, his lightsaber ignited, Anakin Skywalker stood unwaveringly.

Author note: All characters and the universe belong to Disney/George Lucas, but the plot and storyline for my one-shots is mine 🙂 Please give credit if you use it.