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Post by Cherri-chan on Dec 2, 2008 15:59:54 GMT -5
You write a story (a self story) not as a group and I'll judge by January 1st.
Rules 1. No Teamwork 2. Accurate Spelling 3. Grammar done correctly 4. Do an Illustration if you want 5. Have fun 6. Oh! No copying 7. At least 100 characters
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Post by mochalatte on Dec 3, 2008 1:20:51 GMT -5
I'll enter if you answer this question
HOW LONG DOES THE STORY HAVE TO BE!
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Post by ♥Petz♥ on Dec 6, 2008 7:26:17 GMT -5
100 characters^
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Post by <Faded Dreams>@PopCorn! on Dec 6, 2008 7:30:21 GMT -5
umm this belongs in competitions I would assume? Not the game room?
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Post by Star ★ on Dec 6, 2008 8:51:38 GMT -5
umm this belongs in competitions I would assume? Not the game room? correct -moving-
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Post by Musicali3 on Dec 6, 2008 16:16:46 GMT -5
what's the topic??
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Post by Cherri-chan on Dec 9, 2008 13:47:48 GMT -5
Anything.
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Post by candy~ on Dec 9, 2008 14:19:11 GMT -5
A long, splitting howl pierced the night sky. Somewhere in the middle of the forest a puppy, his brothers and sisters and his mum were lost. The howl belonged to the puppies mother, Sadie. The puppies were only a few hours old and were very weak. Sadie knew that they were dieing. No one would care even if they did live anyway because even if they did get back to the village then they would be put in a shelter and no one would adopt them because they were mongrels. They were actually border terrier crossed with jack Russel terrier. The mum was a jack Russel and very hyper, she had been kicked out of her home because she was to hyper and pregnant. The owners couldn't afford to keep her let alone the puppies. So they drove her up in to the forest and left her to die. Now she lay in a clearing, the puppies were feeding. They were tiny! She was strong enough to get home but she could only take one of her pups. Which one? They couldn't walk or open their eyes yet so they couldn't all come, could they? With this thought still in her head she drifted off to sleep unaware of the fox hiding in the undergrowth, watching, listening. Quickly he zipped out and grabbed as many pups as he could get. There was ten in the litter and he got eight. Two pups were left a bitch and a dog. They curled up tight next to their mum. They were safe. Sadie woke up and looked at her puppies. What! There were only two little ones left? What happened? How? She couldn't let these little ones go! She grabbed one and put him gently on her back then she grabbed the other an held her by the scruff of her neck in her mouth. She then walked slowly out of the clearing. Soon they came to a busy road. The cars wouldn't stop for a few dogs so she had to take a risk. When there were hardly any cars she ran across the road. She and her pups were safe! She was now on a hill and could see the village. Only a few miles she thought to her self. She stumbled down the hill and ran through a few fields. There it was! The village! She sauntered in to the market place. "Oi" Shouted a voice "Get out of here!" Another screeched. Sadie turned and fled! She managed to find another way in and found her self in a very familiar place. Home! She started to run towards it then stopped dead, no wait home was bad. She turned around to see a fat man with a short beard and large net grab her. She and the puppies were then thrown in to a big truck. Suddenly the truck started to move slowly and jerkily. When she woke up she found her self in a large room. Wait this isnt a room its a enclosure! Sure enough she was in a pound! Suddenly she heard a scream... Hope thats okay
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Post by Cherri-chan on Dec 9, 2008 16:21:57 GMT -5
That's perfect!
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Post by <Faded Dreams>@PopCorn! on Dec 10, 2008 16:01:31 GMT -5
I'll be back, I'm working on my story now ^.^
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Post by Musicali3 on Dec 10, 2008 22:55:59 GMT -5
Raindrops and Horses A little blonde girl lay in bed one night trying to fall asleep. She listened to the rain pounding on the roof above her head and the claps of thunder and brightness of lightening lighting her dark room. Among the rain she heard a chorus of whinnies. She got up and peered out the window and to her surprise she saw up in the sky a herd of passed horses running through the clouds. Among those horses she saw her beloved horse who she swore she would never see again. He caught sight of her and stopped. He peered down at his young girl staring intently and lovingly at her. Tears rolled down the girl's face and she stared at her pony. He whinnied at her and she longed to hop upon his strong back once again. He pranced around trying to get to her becoming even more frantic with every step for he could not come back to her. She reached out her hand through the open window trying so hard to reach up and feel him against her skin once more. After many attempts the horse stopped and whinnied at her shaking his blonde mane. He looked at her once more and the girl heard the words 'I will wait for you my love' in her mind. Then the horse reared up and took off following the horses the girl looked on watching her beloved horse once more leave her, but this time it was different, she knew she would one day be with him , riding in the fields, and sharing apples again. ^^ i'm not sure if it is 100 words.. i wrote it in here. and sorry if it's lame.. i wrote one last night in my head while trying to fall asleep and this is definitely not as good as the one before..
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Post by mochalatte on Dec 10, 2008 23:33:54 GMT -5
Wanderer (lame title . Same characters and vaguely (no dieing though) the same plot as a story I'm writing.) Kura sighed, her gaze falling to the floor. As her father laughed she stalked out of the tent, her head drooping and her eyes not straying from the earthy ground. How could he do this to her? She had been working for this as long as she could remember and now, gone. Pushed away like last week’s leftovers. She looked at the clan tattoos on her hand and – not for the first time – wished she had been born somewhere else. The nearby call of the Clan Guardian sounded in her ear, bringing her back into the real world. She had decided. Frustrated and determined, she shoved her few possessions into a drawstring bag and crept into the forest. As the growing sound of the river grew nearer she quickened her pace to a run, begging to the stars that she would not be found. Scratching her face and hands on the brambles she headed steadily onwards, until she skidded to a halt at the water’s edge. Kura wandered the shoreline for a long time, trying to find the perfect place to set up camp. It would take another eight hours to reach the ocean, so she had decided to save energy and rest for the night. After about half an hour she was ready to settle down. As she lay in her sleeping sack something odd outside her makeshift shelter made her heart pump rapidly. A strange black shadow was moving around. “It’s only a bush.” she whispered, but not convincingly. She forced her eyes shut but failed. A disturbing noise filled her ears. The shadow screeched and screamed and whined quietly, but loud enough for Kura to hear. As the noise continued Kura gained the courage to crawl out of the shelter and get a closer look at the shadow. She could just make out two shining brown eyes and a vague body outline. A wolf? Or something worse. But Kura was a brave girl and she reached out a hand to touch the thing. Her hand fell across smooth, short fur and briefly touched something wet before she drew back abruptly. She quickly shuffled back to the shelter, where she picked up a stick with a few dwindling embers from the fire she had lit earlier on. She struck the stick with her fire-light and as it burst into flames she crawled back over the shadow, flaming stick in hand. The light fell over the shadow. Kura gasped at what she saw. It was a very flea-bitten, strange looking dog. Well a puppy to be exact. She cradled it in her arms and carried it back into her bed. It (well he) shivered as she cuddled him close to her. But soon the puppy had fallen asleep. “Gabriel,” Kura whispered. “I’m calling you Gabriel. After the angel.” A smile crept across her face. She curled up around her new dog and soon let her dreams envelope her.
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Post by Neco on Dec 11, 2008 6:17:52 GMT -5
Dead Time: Holiday Blues
“So you have no idea what you’re getting her for Christmas?” Gideon asked me.
“No, and stop asking,” I retorted, jamming my hands deeper into my coat pockets. I was starting to get irritated answering the same question for the umpteenth time.
Chicago in the December is brutal; this past week, we’d had four days of snow, with about a foot of it still sticking around and another blizzard on the way. The city’s learned enough from the past not to wait until halfway through the storm to plow the streets, but the sidewalks were another story. Slogging down Michigan Avenue in ten degree weather in several inches of snow and slush was definitely not how I wanted to spend my day.
The holidays had never been my thing; my family split up when I was a kid, and my dad was never very Jesusy or paid much attention to his kids. Christmas was just another day, something I heard the other kids at school talked about but never got to participate in. I never realized how huge of a deal it was until I told Lakota and she’d seemed pretty pissed about it. Not at me, but my dad. I’m not sure why; he lives in Boston and isn’t dead yet, so I don’t have to deal with him. Pretty sweet.
But she’d decided that I needed to experience Christmas, just once. She wasn’t religious at all either, but hurray consumerism.
So Gideon and I were stuck on the Magnificent Mile. In ten degree weather. In the middle of freakin’ December.
Maybe this is why Christmas never appealed to me.
“What about stuffed animals?” Gideon asked.
“She feeds ‘em to her dog.”
“The dead one?”
“No, Leroy.” Leroy being a 10 pound mutt that was determined to one day rip out my ankles. It was cute, especially when I could drop kick him across the room if he pissed me off enough.
“Clothes?”
“Do I look like I know what her size is?”
“So that’s a no on getting--”
“Don‘t even,” I said. I sped up and purposely knocked my shoulder against his as I passed him; he wasn’t expecting it and went stumbling through a group of teenyboppers. And when I say through, I mean through. Being a ghost has that effect on you.
“Hey, I’m just trying to help!” he protested, recovering. He jogged through several more pedestrians and a massive pot of dead flowers to catch up with me. I don’t know how that didn’t creep him the hell out it; I was just watching and I felt sick. “What about bones?”
“Do you wanna go back into Kiko’s shop?” I asked pointedly and he flinched. Chicago had a bone shop, just like New York, only ours was run by a woman possessed by a Class 4 demon. Not very powerful and the demon wasn’t exactly bent on corrupting souls, but the last time we’d been in there, she’d thrown a chair at us. Not one of those skimpy stools you see in restaurants, but a freakin’ throne, like you see in Lord of the Rings. She doesn’t like Walkers very much.
“Field Museum,” Gideon said as we stopped at a crosswalk. “They’ve got a gift shop.”
“Gideon, they don’t sell actual bones there, just models,” I said, exasperated. “You do know that selling human bones is illegal, right?”
“Duh. I meant animal bones. Like Sue and all that fancy stuff.”
Sue was a 40-foot T-Rex in said museum.
“You want me to get her a dinosaur?” I asked, staring at him. Gideon came up with some stupid ideas, but nicking something from the Field Museum was pretty bad, even for him. “A. Dinosaur.” “Not the big one,” he said, rolling his eyes. He grabbed my sleeve as the light turned white and pulled me across the street; I knocked his hand off before anyone noticed my jacket poking out and thinking I had a gun shoved up my sleeve. Never knew how many people couldn’t see a ghost. “One of the little ones, in the back.”
“Right, so I just walk in there, say ‘Hey, my girlfriend likes dead animals, can I have one of your skeletons for her Christmas present?’”
“Well, when you put it that way.” He sighed dramatically and rolled his shoulders. “Okay, fine. A dog bone?”
Yeah, I really don’t like Christmas.
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It's kinda long; I hope that's ok. =/
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Post by Cherri-chan on Dec 11, 2008 12:06:49 GMT -5
Whilst I slept and went to school... THis competition started to Rule!-
-Anime and Freak
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Post by misty on Dec 11, 2008 13:54:40 GMT -5
Keep Holding on (Cause I love that song.)
Keep Holding on, 'Cause you know I'll make it through, Just stay strong, 'Cause you know I'm here for you. These words stuck in the mind of a dog out. Her master's Birthgivers had kicked the poor dog. The screams and wails of sorrow and dispair flushed in her mind, And her master had always been so sad, listened to those melodies of sadness.. What would she do without her? and to boot, she was Eight weeks pregnant, and her puppies we're due birth soon. invisible tears slid down her cheeks at the thought of her master dispairing, or her puppies dying from starvation. She shifted her head to her surrondings, She was nearing a small collage of houses, mostly old and battered. Giggles and laughter of children softly filled the area. She limped and whimpered slowly and softly, making not much of a sound. Keep holding on. They repeated, like her master talking to her. The mother dog nodded to nothing in particular. Then all of a sudden, something icy and cold stung the tip of her nose. Snow. She heaved a sigh, shifting her eyes for a place to stay. She saw a young girl sipping on something in a cup, sitting on a swing in her yard, there was no one else out. her heart leaped, maybe the girl could help, Her tail swished violently, as the dog starting jogging, the girl turned her head, Just stay strong. And narrowed her eyes, she saw, the dog was pregnant. She lifted from her seat as the dog approached her. She held out a welcoming hand, and scratched the ear of the dog and beckoned into a welcoming, warm home, where she gave birth to a litter of four soon after she reached her new home. Each of the puppies stayed with her, and lived a happy new life. In return to that one melody that kept her going on. I kept holding on, I kept staying strong, Now I'm gonna live, Happy and long..
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