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Post by Cherri-chan on Jan 10, 2009 7:44:00 GMT -5
Now let's see... I'm coming from last time now.
Rules 1. No Swearing or arguing. 2. At least 150 words this time! 3. The subject is ACTION AND DRAMA! 4. You can use animals or people as characters. 5. You can't copy other people's stories. Even if they are yours but you made them with someone else it's fair to make your own because you get the credit for your story. 6. Ends 1 February. App:
(Story) (Email) (For prize!)
Well done Neco! You've won! I'll send you your prize soon.
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Post by Alex@Marvel on Jan 10, 2009 13:42:09 GMT -5
I've changed your post icon for you this time, please remember in the future.
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Post by Cherri-chan on Jan 10, 2009 14:31:29 GMT -5
Sorry! I was in a hurry and forgot. I'm always having to go out at the last minute.
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Post by Musicali3 on Jan 11, 2009 2:18:39 GMT -5
when is this ending?
i want to try writing something for it. :-)
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Post by mochalatte on Jan 11, 2009 2:28:20 GMT -5
I am going to enter
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Post by Clover on Jan 11, 2009 23:24:29 GMT -5
I am definitely going to enter this (: Expect me back soon Does it matter if it's in 1st 1nd or 3rd person views?
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Post by Clover on Jan 13, 2009 19:57:57 GMT -5
Just bumping this up (;
Oh and here's my entry :P. It's a little mature, I hope that's okay. ______________________________
Staring down the painfully sleek black barrel, my heart was pounding as loud as large footsteps. Sweat trickled down my forehead, or so I thought. It felt like I was about to explode, yet I couldn't move a muscle. Standing in the middle of the street, the night was wet and dark. Stars shone above, but not a single one twinkled with a sign of hope. This was all up to me, I had to get away. The man facing me had an angered look on his face. I didn't know who or what he was so mad at, but why did it have to be me? He shook with what seemed like adrenaline, a sick smile crossing his face. We were the only two in the street at this time of night, all the lights flickered off in houses. He pressed the shiny barrel closer in towards my face, letting out a snort as he did so. I whimpered slightly, I still couldn't find the courage to even twitch. My senses were brightened into one. My sight was blurred, but that was only from the fear filled tears dripping down my rough cheek. My hearing was quite acute, ready to snap at anything, though nothing seemed to be making a noise. Relaxing myself the tiniest bit, if that was even possible, my ears shot up like a dog. That click that peirced the crisp night air was the worst sound I've ever heard. I froze completely, even holding my breath. Using my blurred eyes to focus in on the man's hand, he was gripping the gun forcefully. Slowly urging his finger harder on the trigger, my world was coming to an end, I just knew it. I had to do something, or else I would die, right here, right now. "Dad," I hesitated in the most quiet voice you could ever hear, "please don't." "Get over yourself Caitlyn," he said in a deep slurred tone. "Dad, you don't know what you're doing. Put the gun down," I said, not thinking. I knew he was drunk, it was always the case. Coming home late at night and picking on Mom, who sure didn't deserve it. But now his attention was drawn to me. Out of my three younger sisters, I was the easiest one to get to, emotionally that is. "I know what I'm doing, girl!" he almost yelled, his tongue practically spilling out of his mouth. It was at that exact moment, I knew I wasn't going to live through this. Something inside me clicked on, and I'm glad it did. With Dad distracted for a moment in his speaking, I dashed. I ran without thinking, not a single thought breaking through my thick skull. I heard a gunshot and a deep yell as I rounded the corner over the slightly sloped hill. Coming to a street with rushing cars, I didn't think twice about what I was doing. I bolted through the traffic, a sense of urgency fluttering through my ears. I knew he was behind me; The dreadful man that beat my mother now turning on me. I wanted to kill him, bash his head into the ground, but I knew I couldn't. Hearing his paced footsteps behind me, I kept darting through the oncoming cars, not sure of where I was going. The headlights blanked my sight and the screeches of rapid breaks tore at my ears. A gunshot was fired again, into the air. Tears streamed down my coarse cheeks as I struggled to find the strength to keep running. Hearing the gunshots, the cars began to drive in a more panicked way. Honking horns made me jump with a dreadful fright, just adding to my shivering limbs. One particular noise made me fall to the ground as my legs gave out. A screeching cars breaks were just far too late. I looked back as my fogged breath shrouded my eyes. A dark figure lay on the ground, huddled into a ball. Shining in the corner of my eye was his gun, sprawled out a few feet away. Something inside me was tearing me apart. Putting behind everything in my mind, I walked slowly towards the figure. All the cars were stopped in shock, as if it was a scene I was walking through. As I bent down over my dying father, something made me care. He did so many bad things to me and my mother, scarring the younger ones emotionally, yet something made me want to love him. I put my icy hand on his as he used his last bit of strength to look up at me. "Caitlyn," he said in a deep hushed tone, almost gentle, "I'm so sorry." He was gone; Something inside me leaving along with him. Warm tears trickled down my cheeks as I lay over the corpse of my seemingly heartless father. Looking around in despair, I grabbed the nearest thing to me; His gun. Pointing it towards my face, I was once again staring down the sleek black barrel, this time wanting to. The clicking sound made me cringe as I cocked the gun, my heart beating like a hooves of a galloping horse. Closing my eyes tightly, I eased my hand onto the trigger, not thinking twice. The bullet roared out on command, no mercy in it at all. I gasped once, yet not a full breath. My body fell onto my father's with a bang as the gun fell against the pavement. I closed my draping eyelids, letting my world go. My mind shut down, I was unable to feel my limbs any longer. My days were over, I made a mistake, but nothing could undo the things I'd done. _______________________
icloverleaf@aim.com is my email (;
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Post by Cherri-chan on Jan 14, 2009 12:17:22 GMT -5
Yay an entry! This was quit a slow comp. this month!
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Blackbird
Petz Groomer
Donut seeds!!@!1
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Post by Blackbird on Jan 15, 2009 4:52:33 GMT -5
Will be back. *saves spot* You 'kay with a pokemon theme? x3 My own characters.
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Post by Neco on Jan 15, 2009 21:55:02 GMT -5
PG13, contains violence and mild language. Also dead people.
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Dead Time: Cemetery Shuffle
Even I’ll admit that a graveyard is a pretty hokie place for a showdown, but I’m not about to argue with a ghost. Statistically speaking, graveyards are some of the most haunted places on Earth, for the sheer fact they’re corpse dumps and that’s where ghosts pop up after Limbo. Thriller wasn’t too far off.
Most ghosts aren’t violent or the type to burst into show tunes, contrary to popular belief; most of ‘em I’ve met are pretty decent people. But if someone dies a violent, painful death, then they become just as twisted in the afterlife as their death was, and you get a phantom. Let that phantom run around long enough, and you get a ghoul.
We definitely had a phantom.
What used to be a UIC teeny-bopper was now a phantom that looked more like a crocodile than a human; its body had been stretched out and flattened, its limbs disjointed and more to the sides, its mouth protruding in a chinless muzzle and its eyes corpse-white and blind. Its skin had turned paper-thin and brittle, and was flaking off a few places, exposing white bone; its hair was slowly falling out and hung in clumps matted by blood and grave dirt.
Oh and it had pointed teeth, claws and was faster than a speeding bullet.
It was turning into a not-so-good night.
The phantom screamed and leaped like a frickin’ monkey onto a headstone, then bounced off toward me. If I’d been an ordinary citizen, I would’ve been scared to death and prayed to god that it was quick. But given that I was not an ordinary citizen, I was only scared crapless and brought up my Beretta 92 to empty a burst into its chest. It wouldn’t kill the phantom but it would sure as hell slow that mother down. Just not fast enough for me.
I’m pretty sure freight trains are lighter than it was. The momentum knocked the breath out of me and threw me back a good twenty feet--right into a tree. Branches snapped and jabbed me in the ribs and I hit the ground with a breathless thump; a second later, a branch fell and clocked me on the head. Yeah, it was just that kinda day.
The phantom wailed as it clawed at its chest, ripping away skin and chunks of meat as it went for the bullets. Lead wasn’t deadly to phantoms (they’re already dead) but you try getting shot and see how you feel. Given that it was corporeal, unlike real ghosts, it could feel pain and we were planning on milking that for what it was worth.
“We” being Gideon and I; though where the hell Gideon was at the moment I had no idea. Amnesia seemed like a good bet after being thrown into a damn tree; it was fun counting all the little birdies flying around my head while trying to remember how exactly I’d gotten on the ground in the first place.
The tree above me shook and I looked up to see a pale face with blind eyes staring down at me.
Oh. Right. That’s how.
I threw myself to the left as the phantom dropped, slamming its claws into the ground where my head had been and screaming its frustration when it figured out I was gone. I rolled a few times and rose shakily to one knee, squeezed off a shot, then flung myself to the side again as the phantom charged. I dunno how the hell it could see me without any eyes, but damn it, the thing was. That more than anything creeped me out; if I couldn’t run and hide like a good little boy, how the hell was I supposed to get outta this?
The phantom slammed its fists into the ground and leaped; I managed to twist away and fired an off shot, but I missed and it landed on another tombstone, this one with a stone angel on the base. The phantom’s claws gouged chunks from the angel’s face and wings and half of the statue’s cheek crumbled away. Yeah, that was a really good omen right there.
I brought up my gun again to sight, as the phantom gathered itself to spring; then it disappeared. Literally disappeared. I felt vaguely stupid keeping my gun pointed at a headstone, but given that was the last place I’d seen the damn thing, I feel pretty justified.
A screech let me know where it was and I whirled, bringing my gun up to sight again, then lowering it when I saw why the phantom had disappeared. Gideon, in all his retarded wisdom, had finally shown up and had locked the thing into a bear hug; sure it was a phantom, but compared to his six feet, it was still tiny. Ghosts, even phantoms, retain their physical attributes even in death and Ms. Teenybopper had been a little thing when she was alive.
“’Bout friggin’ time,” I said, advancing slowly, gun still ready. “I lost a few brain cells while you were out partying.”
“Can’t rush a master, Joshy boy,” he said. He hefted the phantom, but I could already see that his grip was loosening. Fantastic.
“You’re losin’ it,” I warned him and backed up a few steps.
“I am not.”
“Yes you are. Put the monster down and run fast, you damn hippie.”
“I am not--”
The phantom slammed a foot into his knee and he buckled; it tore from his grip and whirled around faster than he could get up. He managed to fling an arm up to block the claws raking for his eyes, then body slammed it in the stomach; it bowled over and he went down on top of the phantom. Its feet caught him in the stomach and with a heave, it flipped him over its head and into a gravestone. Unlike me, Gideon’s dead; instead of getting a concussion, he flew through the marker and landed on the other side, unscathed.
I really hate him sometimes.
I started firing into the phantom as it struggled to get up, but only took off a chunk of its shoulder before it leaped into one of the trees. It screamed, its jaw stretching out unnaturally, then it bounded into another tree and was gone before I could squeeze off two more shots. The cemetery, empty except for me, Gideon and the rest of the undead population of Graceland, was silent; my ears rang in the aftermath of the phantom’s shrieks.
Gideon groaned and rolled to his feet, brushing dirt and sticks out of his hair as he weaved his way through the headstones. “Dude, that sucked.”
“I told you to let go,” I told him. I clicked the safety on my gun and let my hand drop; if the damn thing came back, we had a hundred pairs of eyes looking out for it hiding in the trees. Let’s see it try jack now.
“Blow me,” he grunted.
“Mary’s gonna be pissed we lost it.”
“We didn’t lose it. It decided to move out.”
“That’s the same thing as it escaping, Gideon.”
“Not when you lie outta your ass.”
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Email: Necoville@gmail.com Story & Characters (c) Neco 2009
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Post by Cherri-chan on Jan 16, 2009 11:52:53 GMT -5
Will be back. *saves spot* You 'kay with a pokemon theme? x3 My own characters. Of course you can have a bit of pokemon. But please stick to the main subject though
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Post by Xiao on Jan 17, 2009 12:52:22 GMT -5
I ran, tears streaming down my face with my long raven black hair forming wings behind me. I heard him, the one who had disowned me, and my friend. I sobbed as I remember my only friend’s last moment.
I had invited her into my wagon-like house. Then he that awful man had arrived. He cocked a gun and pointed it at my friends head. We were in my kitchen and I had grabbed a knife. His gun muzzle gleamed as he had said in an icy voice.
“I only want you. I will kill your friend if I have to.” I had then screamed in a voice that was quaking with fear. “Why do you want me?!” I had then looked into his steely blue eyes and then I saw myself reflected in them. As soon as I say my face even though I looked petrified, I noticed I looked so beautiful; I looked like the most beautiful thing you would ever see.
I was a prize to him, a prize to be won. I had then stepped back and clang, terrified on my door. My shaken hand had gone to the doorknob. My friend then screamed a war cry and grabbed the barrel of his gun.
He tried to wretch her off but she cling to it, viciously biting and clawing at his face with her nails. I then had a flashback of where I had gone for vacation, of all the crappy places me and my friend had chosen Vegas. We had gambled and partied then I had seen him, Robert, and he had stalked me until I had come into my wagon.
My friend screamed “Run Lil run!” I had then grabbed my door knob, and flung it open. I had then run stumbling in my high heels. I had then heard it, a loud gunshot. My hair had come lose from its high position on my head. I ran streaking across the meadow that was behind our house.
I heard him panting behind me. I then saw a cliff coming up. I ran to it, my breath rattling in my body. He came into view, I braced myself, and then I jumped. I thought to myself this is it. I wish I had known my parents.
The reason we had picked Vegas was because it was where I had been born. I had thought I might find my parents, but I had never found them. I knew I was going to die in Vegas, for the cliff lead down into it.
Robert screamed “No!” As he saw me falling down into a back ally. I then felt someone holding me, and looked up into the eyes of a man. As soon as I saw him I knew.
“David!” I cried out as I clang to him and sobbed. David my one true love I had met had heard the gunshot and came here to see if he could have found me. He then put me down as he saw Robert and shot him. Robert had fallen down. I then took David’s hand and we walked back towards my wagon-house.
my email is mariah_cox@hotmail.com
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Post by lettersfade on Jan 17, 2009 13:50:05 GMT -5
I will try....
I opened my eyes, the sunlight had broken through the windows. I blinked, and slowly arised. A low, quick yawn escaped my lips. "Ohh, great morning time," I said sarcasticly to myself out loud. I put my feet on the carpeted floor, and sluggy walked to the bathroom. I ran hot water for my shower. I slowly took of my clothes and stepped into the shower. It seemed like it was only a few second when the water went cold. I sighed and turned the water off, grabbed a towel and got out. I opened the medicine cabinet door, and grabbed my depression pills. I closed the cabinet and looked it the mirror. I dropped the pills at the sight I seen in the mirror. I couldn't beleive what I saw, I ran my fingures from my cheek to my neck. I stood there for a while. Suddenly I seen a person behind me, I swang around. There stood my friend Serren. He looked just as shocked as I probably did. "I.. am so sorry Ezea... I didn't mean to walk in on you..." he seemed very lost. I turned my head at his words. Why wasn't he commenting on my new looks. My eyebrows fell together, I was so confused. "Why aren't you saying anything about my looks?" His left eyebrow raised just a little. "Nothing looks different about you than yesturday... Well besides that your wet and in a towel." At that moment my heart sank, just as I did. I know what I saw in the mirror. I couldn't be loosing my mind. Could I? I quickly got up and loooked in the mirror. There stood me, but with the glowing tattoos and the purple eyes. I turned back to Serren. "Are you messing with me? You seriously don't see the purple eyes or the tattoos?" He shook his head. He started to come towards me with open arms. At the moment something clicked. I was crazy. I went running towards balcany. I jumped right off the edge, luckly a few feet off the ground. I landed on my hands and knees. I got up and started running towards the woods. It was sunset when I stopped running. With out notice I clasped to the cold, damp forest floor. When I awoke the next day I had clothes on my body, and was in what looked like a tent. I got up and walked out, there was a campsite. All around a blue flamed fire was people, they had marking kind of like mine. There I stood in shock. "Welcome the 11th child of Dawn," they said. I went and sat where there was a place open. At that minute, I felt at home. A beautiful smile speard across my face, a long time since I had smiled so.
Email: Darkenwordsfade@aim.com
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Post by mochalatte on Jan 18, 2009 20:10:05 GMT -5
My entry!:
“Hey Niao, wait!” one of her friends screeched as the kaka flew off. Furious and annoyed, Niao fluffed up her eggshell white feathers and flew against the cold wind, pretending not to here the worried cries of her friends, begging for her to come back and forgive them. But she wouldn’t, and she didn’t have to anyway. Suddenly her wing began to ache from the cut she had gained in a fight with her brother yesterday. As she landed on the ground to forage for berries and pass the time she heard a strange noise. It was a throaty growling noise, kind-of like the noise Ouran’s stomach made when he was hungry. Niao watched carefully as the strange bird circled her. She clacked her beak and fluffed up her feathers in a sign of submission but still the bird circled, its cold harsh eyes following her and its thin feathered body shuddering with anticipation. As it sprung forwards for the first time she shrieked and rose into the air. It followed hastily up a tree and sat on a branch above her head, preparing to attack again. Can’t it fly? She wondered as the stared at the creature. She screeched at it again and shivered as its eyes met hers for the shortest of seconds. Without realizing she had drifted into a tree just next to the creatures and it scurried across the branch to leap over the short space between the two trees. Hopping back a few steps Niao realized she was at the skinniest part of the branch, and that because of her sore wing she couldn’t escape. Desperately she cried out for help, even though she was sure none would arrive. Suddenly four birds flew down from the sky and landed in the tree next to Niao. “And you always said you could cope by yourself” said Ouran, Niao’s insanely annoying older brother. Niao’s face went the same colour as her underbelly as her fury grew back again. “And I...” she began, but was cut off by Ruru before she could finish. “This is no time for fighting!” he said in his husky voice. The birds other two companions had already leapt into battle and were making quite a mess of it. Suddenly they heard more growling and looked down and saw a whole pack of the creatures waiting at the bottom of the tree. Ouran, Niao and Aroha - a young kokako – all flew down to meet the pack with frightened and determined expressions. As the first creature leapt up with outstretched jaws Ouran grabbed its neck with his beck and threw it to the mossy forest floor. As some of the beasts sat there shocked Aroha flew at them and scattered them into the bushes like bowling pins. Niao picked up a beast in her claws and threw it over the clearing, where it hit her brother in his face. He cursed loudly and flew towards Niao with his claws out stretched but she dodged and he flew into a tree-trunk. As blood trickled down his nose he fell to the ground with a thump. Niao shrieked and flew to her brother’s side. She called worriedly out to the others and as Ruru flew over Aroha and Ira chased off the last of the creatures with haste. Then they too flew over to see what had become of their friend. They sat in silence for a while before Niao spoke. Quietly she said “Oh Ouran... I.... Ouran” --------------------- artythedog.starwell@gmail.com
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Post by Cherri-chan on Jan 20, 2009 14:54:01 GMT -5
Thanks for entering! We only have 11 days so please get your votes in because once it's closed, it's closed! Good luck!
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