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 Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2009 4:56 pm
So...This Will Be A Contest To Test Any And All You Aspiring Writers, Novelists And FanFicion.Netters.
The Entire Point Of This Contest Is To See Who Can Write The Best Short Scariest Story And To See Who Can Write The Best Short Halloween Story.
This Is, After All, A "Short Story" Contest! xd
You Can Enter As Many Times As You Like.
There Will Be Two Winners (Obviously.)
One For The Scariest Story And One For The Best/Original Or Even Old School (One We Used To Hear As Children, ect.) Halloween Story.
The Grand Prize For The Winners Will Be A Monthly Letter For This Month! wink
Everyone Please Try Your Best And Post Away! whee heart
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2009 6:33 pm
This Story Is About A Perfect Family.
There was a handsome father and a beautiful and kind mother. They had a son, whom loved his mother very much. They lived happily. But the husband was found to be unfaithful, which caused a huge fight between him and his wife. Then the conversation turned into one about prize and money, and the husbands blood boiled. He struck his wife on the head and found himself unable to pull himself up off of her. He beat her and beat her until he realized she stopped screaming and trying to get away from him. He had killed her. He thought to himself "If I am discovered, I will be send to prison and my life will be ruined! I have to hide it, somehow..." He prepared himself for what he had to do. Their son was very fond of his mother and did not like his father very much at all. The father began to worry about what he would tell his son. What could he say? How would he trick him? At first he thought he would tell him that she has gone away for a Vacation. From then on, every day, he kept wondering when the boy would ask about his mother. And he lived in fear like that every day. But the boy never asked. The next day, the next day, and even the day after that, the boy did not ask. After a two weeks had past, he grew tired of waiting for the boy to ask. It was driving him mad. So he posed the question himself. "Son, aren't you lonely without your mother around?" The boy turned to face him for a moment and then said this: "What do you mean? Mother has been sitting next to you this whole time..." The child pointed behind the father as he turned to see his dead wife standing right behind him.
Well, there was my entry! wink Hope you all enjoy it! mrgreen heart
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Viridis Aureus Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2009 8:05 pm
I'd enter, but it's difficult for me to write just 3 paragraphs XD.
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2009 8:52 pm
Awww...
I still think you should try! ;D<333
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2009 10:14 pm
Phoenix Luna Blaze Cloud I'd enter, but it's difficult for me to write just 3 paragraphs XD.
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2009 10:27 pm
Silver Nox Phoenix Luna Blaze Cloud I'd enter, but it's difficult for me to write just 3 paragraphs XD.
You need to join too! D;
I am totally taking that "3 paragraphs" thing out now.
I want more stories! scream
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2009 11:06 pm
I would enter, but I don't think it would be fair because I'm the captain lol.
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2009 11:09 pm
I think I'm going to join, but I need to think of a story XD.
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Viridis Aureus Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 8:02 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 14, 2009 2:57 pm
Aww I want to see stories! scream
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Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2009 8:16 pm
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*Is afraid of Laroka* xD
I would write one but it's a little too difficult for me since english is not my first language xD So I think it would take too much efforts >.>
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2009 2:05 pm
Is no one else going to bother to try at all?
*pout*
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2009 3:56 pm
My entry:
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Blood spattered the walls, gushed out of the new, gaping hole in her chest. She didn't cough, didn't splutter, just fell to the ground - already growing cold, dark eyes glazed over in death.
Identical dark eyes glimmered bright with malice and bloodlust, stabbing - over and over and over. Again and again, until her torso was nothing but a gory mess of shredded flesh, bloodsoaked fabric and no longer perfect skin.
Mine. It's finally mine. thought the attacker.
Cameron MacTenor was dead.
But no one would know.
Cameron's identical twin, Mercy - oh, the irony of her name - stepped up to the full-length mirror that stood on the back of the door to the bedroom they both shared. Her crooked smile was twisted, now, tainted with a malice deeper than anyone could imagine. Mercy stared into the mirror and practiced her pretty grin, practiced hiding the rage and insanity bubbling deep in her dark eyes. Practiced making it look like she wasn't a sociopathic killer.
No, it wasn't Cameron who lay there in a pool of her own blood, stewing in her life juices as the carpet stained. It wasn't Cameron who was dead.
Or rather, it wasn't just Cameron that was dead.
With popular, outgoing, beautiful, gracious, perfect Cameron went Mercy. Shy, criticized, imperfect, ugly Mercy, the girl who tried so hard and always failed to fill her sister's shadow. Mercy wasn't the one who was invited to parties. Mercy didn't have the smarts, the schmooze, the silver tongue, the talent. That was Cameron. "Be more like Cameron, Mercy." "You're twins, right?? Aren't you supposed to be the same, or something?" "You'll never be like Cameron, Mercy." No one ever told Cameron to be like Mercy. It was always Mercy who wasn't good enough, Mercy who was picked on.
All her fault.
"Sorry, Merce," Cameron would say, "I gotta run. Terry's having a party. Be a doll and do the dishes, would you?"
And Mercy always did. She never said anything when Cameron took credit for the chores she did, made her pretend to be the other so that Cammie could go do something worthwhile while she was stuck at home.
"I owe you one," was all Mercy ever got.
Consider us even.
Twins forever, sisters forever, best friends forever. No, not anymore. With Cameron died Cameron's Shadow. With Cameron died Cameron's Packmule. With Cameron died Cameron's Never Good Enough Other Half.
Mercy wasn't Mercy anymore.
She was Cameron now. Cameron Two.
And no one will ever know what went wrong.
No one will ever know that I cracked.
No one will ever know that ghosts/mules/shadows/mes have thoughts/dreams/hopes that get crushed/crushed/crushed.
No one will ever know that Cameron is never coming back.
Mercy smiled into the blood-spattered mirror and began to draw something with the leftover blood dripping from the kitchen knife in her hand.
shadows hide
shadows wait
shadows kill
BMercy/Cameron Two finished writing on the mirror, and a twisted smile decorated her features, highlighted by the light of the moon streaming in the window.
But then, a translucent wisp flashed, and then, a knife was sticking out from her back.
Mercy/Cameron Two collapsed to the floor on top of her sister, and could only watch helplessly as a familiar face, outlined in a pale phosphorescent glow, looked down on her. Then, the spirit jerked the knife from Mercy/Cameron Two's back and added but one word to the sentence on the mirror.
Rivulets of red ran down the reflecting surface, dripping from the new word.
eachother.
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Whew! Kinda long there, I understand if I'm disqualified. Or whatever. Hope you enjoyed it all the same smile
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