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I suppose, now that results have been posted. I really ought to reveal.

I wrote "Reality Checkmate."

I uh, don't exactly *know* what the lie was. It was called, "Oh, yeah, the entries are due today! You have 20 minutes before bedtime! GO GET THEM!" so... this happened. Anyway, going back through it, I got a better idea of what convoluted, overly-subtle lies I told. SO thus, if you wanted to know...

One: The lie that the narrator's, uh, "love interest" told. Writing fiction. The idea in my head was that he/she wound up becoming so deluded, so involved in his/her own fictional, literary world, that he/she went and offed his/herself. I know I should have expressed this better in the text, but I just want to provide more information here.

Two/Three: The lies that the narrator her/himself told. One of which is fairly obvious, lying to her/his friend, pretending to care when she/he was dead inside. But the other.... Well... The end of the poem, "But now it is my time to go // The end of my lie is finally here // And now, at last, I have no fear." Somewhat implying that she/he is going to die, yes? Wellll... the narrator didn't. Let's leave it at that for a moment.

Four: As Holmishire guessed, "Life" is the second-most-important lie here. Life is, at least in the narrator's mind, a lie, because it is so terribly short in the grand scheme of things and there HAS to be some greater fate than just spending between 40 and 100 years on this planet and then decomposing and furthering the cycle of life.

Aaand... Five is going in a hider because I can't. Warning, emotional.
[hider=Lie number five]
This whole reveal has been a lie, more or less. Because... The piece as I submitted it was a lie. I submitted it as a work of fiction, or not-actually-occurring events, but everything in it truly happened. "The end of my lie is finally here // And now, at last, I have no fear" Wasn't entirely implying the narrator's death/attempted death. It was implying myself a) coming to terms with what happened. and b) more concretely, indicating that the truth-told-as-a-lie actually was drawing to a close. So yes. The lie is that I am the narrator.[/hider]

Anyway. Thank you so much for all the kind words, to all the people who reviewed my writing. It means so much to me to get encouragement, especially for difficult pieces like this one. <3 you all. :wub

Also, I *am* still working on reviews. Tomorrow, guys. I promise cross my heart.