Random Story Contest
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Thread Topic: Random Story Contest
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*I got this idea for a thread from ilovepuppies, so give credit to her, too*
Everyone who replies automatically enters the contest and has to write a random story, but not just any random story, you have to really think about it. For your quiz to be qualified, it has to have a good title, a good story, and nothing misleading.
The prize is:
1) A thread or quiz about anything you want. (nothing inappropriate or gorey)
***ALL STORIES MUST BE ENTERED BY DECEMBER 31, 2014. NO LATE ENTRIES ARE QUALIFIED TO ENTER*** -
Remember guys, this isnt an actual contest. It is only a play contest and i cannot promise the prize for my device is old (or is really dumb) and i do not know what lies in the future. The winner will be announced on New Year (Dec. 31 to Jan. 1) so that it will be more special and they HAVE to tell me in the replies of what they want their quiz to be about. They also get a shoutout.
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I have some question before I start.
Any specific....
Genre?
Length?
Can it be fanfiction?
What else are you looking for?
Tip:Usually the prize is something big, like passwords, e-mails, or even the right to say that user supports you and will rp/soap with you. Second place(which I urge you to do) is usually a shoutoutquiz and any soap/rp with the person. Third place is almost always just a shoutout.
But As the rules reqire, im in. -
It can be any genre, and i was unsure if i should do a second or third place at the time so i ignored the idea. The length can be as long as you want just so long as it is not spam or the same thing said over and over again. Here is the official prize list:
First Place: A quiz or thread on any forum about anything you want (nothing inappropriate or gorey).
Second Place: A shoutoutquiz only mentioning you and your quizzes.
Third Place: A shoutout in one of my future quizzes.
I thank S E for the idea of third and second place. -
Yay)
[this story's all in french]
She stffened. She could hear his footsteps get closer to the room. The corset now seemed to get tighter every day, by his request. Just walking left Annamarie gasping for air. He stepped in the room.
"You fat pig!" He yelled. "You shall never be the queen of France!"
"I do not wish to suffocate the chambergirl of a brute!" She grabbed the hand mirror. "If I must live another day like this, I shall take my own life. Ever since her father, a very rich man, had passed, Prince Fredrick had decided to make her his queen. He told her the correct image of a queen, and ordered the maids to give her corsets to make her thinner, and seem to have a larger chest. Each day her waist got smaller. And each day the amount of padding on her chest and bottom thickened. He sickend Annamarie. She smashed the mirror and ran to the balcony. "Your kindom shall see the brute you are!" Fredrick ran and hit the mirror away from her. Annamarie stepped onto the railing and took and deep breath. She closed her eyes and jumped. She landed on the stone, her limbs splayed, a horred grin on her face. The gaurds rushed in and arrested the prince. The story was he tried to suffocate Annamarie, and when he failed pushed her off. And Annamarie could not have died happier. -
Jinx Blackclaw NewbieShe pulled back the dingy white curtains to see the black getaway car driving right past the bait they had placed right beside the fence. She rushed down the stairs in a hurry to try to catch the car before it got to the destination. She opened the front door and ran down the concrete steps to find the bait was still there but the black car was nowhere in sight.
Weird. she thought. Reapers always go for the goats. She continued to walk down the driveway when she saw the black car was parked at a gas station across the road. She ran across the road to find the half breed in the car. This certain girl was half Grimm and half Reaper. For all she knew she would have to take her back to the Crypt.
When she reached the Crypt old Black Bones wanted to see her clearance pass but as she reached for it she realized she had left it at the house she had visited. Could you please let me in just this one time without the clearance pass? she begged the old crypt keeper. Im sorry. he said but you know the rules. She sighed on the inside regretting what she was about to do. She hit the crypt keeper square between the eyes with her fist but that had no effect. You shouldnt have done that. he said with a grim look on his face. She looked around and saw a crowbar lying on the ground. She swung it toward his torso and heard his body crumple to the ground. At least that will knock him out for a while. she thought silently.
She walked through the entrance and smiled as she realized the Grimm Legacy was still intact and in order even after the attack from the Reapers. She walked onward with the little girls hand in hers and she felt her trembling. Dont worry. she said as she tried to calm her down. She smiled and looked up at her with hopefulness in her eyes and said Thank you.
She walked onward with her and took her to the room where the leader of the Grimm Legacy was. Can we come in Targus? she asked in a tone full of fear. Come in! his voice boomed in the hallways. She walked inside hand in hand with the girl and stared into the room where the leader sat. So what is the decision Targus? she asked. Targus stood and paced in front of the fireplace as he decided what they would do with the girl.
We have to let Jinx Blackclaw live with the humans until she is old enough to know what she really is. That is my final decision. Targus said as he sat back in his chair. -
Im just replying to get this thang noticed.
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Here, have a crappy story.
The wind nipped at the cheeks of the teenager, its chill almost instantly causing them to darken to a rosy pink. He attempted to warm them, rubbing his mittens up and down, over and over. He had heard the terrifying stories of frostbite, and he was certainly not prepared for that to come after him. There was no possible way that he would to have his cheeks cut off if he failed in keeping them adjusted to the temperature.
His twenty minute walk home from school came to an end as he turned the corner, and approached his home, which was the average size for an American house. It stretched two stories, but seemed like less space on the outside. Snow covered the front porch, which had been built fifteen years back, right around the time he had been born. It was in need of a few repairs, having faced an innumerable amount of natural disasters, blows from different accidents, and even a birth.
"Turn around."
Before he walked into the front door, he let out a sharp breath of air.
"What?" he asked, but no one was around to answer. He shook his head, shrugging off the incident.
He held his breath as he pushed the front door open, the warmth of the home numbing his skin in the most pleasurable way possible. He breathed a sigh of relief as he accidentally slammed the door closed. A rather plump, meowing feline approached his feet, rubbing her smoky grey fur against her owner, who chuckled joyfully and lifted her to his chest.
"I missed you, my darling little kitty. Some comfort food should do us both some good," he whispered into the soft coat of fur. Dropping his backpack by the door, he hurried to the kitchen, not daring to take his coat or gloves off just yet. Once he entered, he searched the mahogany cabinets for the young cats wet food, which was all she would eat. If anyone dared to feed her the hard, crunchy niblets, she would meow and scratch and claw her way into a new meal, leaving whichever poor human to suffer.
"Now, now, now, where did Dad put the tuna?" the boy questioned aloud. Only moments later, he laughed at himself, as the food was right in front of him. He just had not noticed it when he went to find it. A can was popped open and poured into a blue bowl. On the side of this bowl, there were water-color painted fish to attract the animal. When she decided to eat, the fifteen-year old rewarded her with the incentive of a loving pet to her back. With this task completed, he started towards the steps. He had brought home quite a few pages of homework, and since the weather was so nasty, he figured that he should finish that before anything else.
Eventually, he stood at the top of the staircase, turning to open his door. The house was much calmer than it usually was, but he wasn't questioning it. He always enjoyed a sense of peace and tranquility, being the shy, reserved child that he was.
"Turn around."
His heel did a three-sixty turn, his eyes widening with shock.
"Chase?" he called out, wondering if his older, mischievous brother had arrived. He could not take anything of this nature seriously, as living with a prankster could make a person immune to jokes and surprises. But this, this was something that Chase was not interested in. No, he strived for a good joke and laughter, not to see them scream or jump in fear. When the innocent teen received no response, he pulled in a strained breath, stepping into his bedroom and hurriedly closing the door.
His walls were a pale blue, a soothing color that he preferred over most others. On these walls, a variety of posters were placed in a very organized fashion. Many of them included characters from series like Harry Potter or The Hunger Games, or from I Hunt Killers and The 39 Clues. Everything was neatly placed and not even a single sock tainted the hardwood floor. It was as though he had his own personal maid that worked around the clock, always making sure that everything was in tip-top shape. Only...he didnt, and that was an unusual trait for a teenage boy.
He first noticed that his only window was open, and he closed that, as it was much too cold for the wind to come in.
A seat in front of a rather large desk was taken, and the mind-boggling algorithms were started. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. The problems were nothing far off from rocket science, in his own mind. Always being much more interested in English and History, where he was exceptionally bright, he had never taken the time to get enhance his skills in mathematics or science. Even though he was not as skilled in these subjects, he still attempted to finish the homework, mainly in fear of failing if he did not.
"Turn around."
"Chase!" he yelped. "That isn't funny!" His body exploded from the seat, leaving the room in a few swift movements. His head looked in every direction, only bent on finding one person and one person only. The only problem was that he was completely alone. No one was there to bother him, and they wouldnt be until late in the evening. Letting out a grunt like that of a large pig, he scurried back into his bedroom, securely closing the door and hoping that he would be left to himself.
After a bit of time, he had been capable of finishing all of his homework. This allowed him to go about his nightly routine, which involved washing himself and grabbing food that would support his vegetarian diet. The noise he had heard previously consumed his thoughts, however, and all he wanted to do was find answers as to why he would be hearing such a thing. The worst scenarios would be schizophrenia or some other mental illness, but he was positive that nothing was wrong with his brain.
And then he began to wonder if somebody had possibly
gotten into the house and was planning on doing something other than whispering the taunting words. This single idea caused a feeling of paranoia to settle in the pit of his stomach and in his chest.
All throughout the next few hours, he was constantly glancing over his shoulder or watching his surroundings out of his peripheral vision. Though nothing ever appeared, he remained with the conviction that something would be.
Around eight oclock in the evening, he made his way into his bedroom for the final time. Laying down, he pulled his fleece blanket over his body, the welcoming warmth placating his fears by only a little. Once he set his alarm for five-thirty in the morning, he rested his head against his pillow, staring at the ceiling.
"Get up."
"Ignore it, Luke," he scolded himself when he was startled.
"Get up," it repeated, this time in a growl that seemed to be emitted from a persons throat. And he just couldnt ignore it. Standing, he listened in for another demand, believing that if he just gave it whatever it wanted, that would be safe.
"Turn around." Suddenly, he was apprehensive. What would come of this? Tears brimmed his eyes. If this really did turn out to be Chase, it was cruel and horrible.
"Turn around," the raspy tone stated demanded yet again.
"Why?" Luke pressed, needing an explanation.
"Turn around. Turn around. Turn around!" Luke finally turned, and nothing but his opened window greeted him.
"Jump." A whimper came from Lukes throat as he took two steps closer to the hole in the wall. A blast of air shot at him, causing goosebumps to form across his arms, cheeks, and nose. He hesitated, knowing that if he jumped, he would be injured. But there was also a feeling that he should. Should, should not, should not, should. Should. Should.
He soon stood in front of the window, and he peered down at the fluffy blanket of snow.
"Jump," the voice told him a final time. He was prepared to do so, but right before he was going to jump, he heard a barely audible,
"Turn around."
By the time he got the chance, however, it was too late. As he lay, staring up at the window, a dark cloud of smoke exited his room, floating up and into the trees. It disappear -
ed into the surrounding area, and he all he was left to do was whisper.
"Help. Help. Help." -
Woah...
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crapcrapcrap
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That was a good story WolfLove.
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Um who won?
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