Short Story

I know there are people out there who write short stores.. And I'd love to hear them.
So, get them out of the dusty books and here!

RULES:
`Must be a short story
`I have a short attention span; Only 1-4(maybe!)5 paragraphs .{So condense if it's longer than that.}
`Doesn't have to be new. It can be from when you were 4! But, write a new one if you want!
`Ten places only
`Keep in mind I love philosical (Spelling) things and good morals.
`No Reserves! Just paste it here!
`Ends as soon as we get the above ten places. =]
`Enjoy yourself!

Oooh.. I'm exited. This will hopefully be good. =]

{An Example if you don't understand what this is since it's different (though I hope I explained it well) is my 'The Dreamer'.}

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1. ♥JeSS♥ ~Beautiful Mistake~
2. Bob Shank
3. LoganL
4. [Baby]Blue[Baby]Blanky
5. BittersweetDecay
6. Ash ~BleedingBlackRoses~
7. CharismaticCountryGirl
8. Lauren:x♥x
9.
10.

What the hell, can i reserve?

Jess--
Lol. Yes, I've been wanting to for awhile and couldn't hold myself back any longer!!

Gem--
There are no reserves.

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Hm...
Definately didn't go half as fast as I expected.
I did expect it to go slow, but hmm...

Is it really that bad of an idea? =[

I'm sorry, I may have to close it if I don't get even five....

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i would have done one, except the 'short' story I wrote for English was about 5 sides long...
I was proud of it though! :) but I don't think it would quite fit the rules of the contest lol, and I am uninspired to write anything atm

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You're welcome to cut it.
If you shorten it to a few paragraphs..or write something to sum it up, I'd enjoy you entering..
We really need people...

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WHOOOOOOOOOOO.
First one in!
And now the rest....=S
I won't read this until I judge, Jess, but if it doesn't get judged, I"ll be sure to comment anyways.
Thank you.

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The Greatest Adventure of All

A great battle has taken place
The battle of the age
Many were slain
Their bodies piled high
Bodies so mangled, no one can discern who is whom
There is a warrior with mortal wounds, lying in blood
Whether it be his blood, or the enemy's: no one knows
Crouching next to him is his wife, weeping
He looks at her, then into the sky
And says "And now, for the greatest adventure of all..."
He then closes his eyes, and meets with the kiss of death

At least two more spots and I'll know for sure this will be judged! (That makes 5 just encase you're too lazy to scroll up and look. ;])

However, if we don't get those two, I won't judge..
And we will hold it out a little longer to see if we get more.
Sound fair?
Good, because that's how it will be done. =]

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Another night sitting in front of the bathroom mirror… screams passing through the sick white walls, blood dripping into the stained crimson sink. Yesterday the pocket knife, today the razor… The cuts inching towards her wrists, and she asks herself, when will she stop this madness? She slides the razor across her forearm, but half way through she stops. The screams of her sister, only 6 years old ring through-out her mind. Never before had she heard them, only mom and dad it was. And there she was, hiding on the bathroom sink, sending her blood to doom. Slowly she slides off the counter top, and slides her hand around the handle, covers her arms, in her thick black sweater. Wiping away her tears, she walks towards the door, once again to face the hell she lives in… she whispers to herself, “no more slices.. it is now me and Amy”. She walks into the long darkened halls, towards the sounds of smashing glass. “I can do this, if not for me, then for my darling Amy”. Into the kitchen she stepped. As a glass smashed before her eyes. Little Amy hiding under the table… mom with blackened bruises. ‘I can do this’ she thought. She summoned Amy to sneak along the floor, and got her to run down the darkened hall. It was now her and dad. Alcohol filled his breath, his aura sank into hers, as a fist flew across her face. “stop this” she cried, and he smashed out the door.

The clock flashed 2am.. and still she could not sleep… she slid out of bed, and back to the mirror she went. Razor in her hand, she had the finish her cuts. Across both arms blood slipped. Looking at her wrists, Amanda searched. For answers to her prayers, where written across her wrists. Up her veins she slit… both now bearing crosses of blood. As she lay upon the floor, footsteps creped down the hallway. “Amanda?” Amy’s voice rang through her head, as her addiction had took her life.

I know I won't get ten for this..but, I need one more to fairly judge.
So, cross your fingers you four!

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haha i found that one last night... tehe :D

well anywhos dont you hate when our contests go floppers :(

-/2 Terra

Yeah, and when they're (yours) is such a great idea.

Oh well, we try. =]

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Hello...well i'll just put my poem in here and i think it's ok as long as there are only 4 or 5 reservations right? If it's not,u can ignore my poem. But i'll put it in here and if u wanna take a look it woul be great. Thanks.

ARMY OF ANGELS

A frozen street...with ice on every look u take
A baby child right in the middle...left there from mistake
He yells and screams until it hurts your ears
Bruised all over his tiny body of only a few years

All of a sudden from each corner silently appears
An army of angels coming to calm the child's tears
So many of them...with different looks and faces
Flying over the snowy ground,leaving no traces

Their wings are all so whitey and comprehensive
And the halo around them shines so intensive
That misleads your fascinated mind without even knowing
Kindness invades your mind when the cold wind is blowing

As they approach the baby...and try to save him
Some of the angels drop their halo...eyes seem so mean
They become reddish demons that fight with the real angels
Expressing so much evilness,spreading around only danger

So much blood stained the angels' wings once so white
They were destroyed each and every one in a merciless fight
Victorious demons watch proudly the kills they made
Pure angels...so mild and careful...memories that shall fade

The baby was the demons' cruel temptation
Which attracted those pure beings...the heavenly creations
It is just like the sinful attraction in our raw hearts
That makes good and evil fight...ramming into feelings like darts.

Ups...I forgot to tell that i consider it a little story even if it is a poem...well u get the point...bbye

ooh! reserve a spot ofr me!
itll actually only take me a minute to find one and type it, but reserve one anyways, please!

Here goes!

Midnight Madness and Melodrama

When the dust settles, I’ll come back out, I tell myself. When the wound heals and sanity returns, I shall venture once more into chaos. I close my eyes and lay back, my breathing heavy from crying. No, maybe I won’t, perhaps I’ll shut myself in this little room of broken dreams forever. I shall sit forever in solitude where no one can hurt me, and I’ll let the world pass me by. All alone, forever…
The phone rings, and I scream with sudden and unexplained rage as I hurl it across the room, the black receiver cracking as it collides with the wall, shattering a picture. “I hate you,” I tell the photo as I pick it up and silently shred it to little pieces and hurl them into the fan, causing a snow-like look in my room.
I next grab clothes from the drawers and fling them around the room, ripping old t-shirts as a form of release, but it doesn’t help. Smashing my figurine angel, I fume as watch blood trickle from my knuckles and crush the remaining pieces, causing a red, raw, and bloody palm.
Once more, I collapse against a poster-pasted wall and cry, pulling at my matted hair and pounding fists of blood into the ground, staining the old and worn carpet. The tears fall harder and faster than they ever have before. Was it really worth crying over? Was lost innocence, no, stolen innocence, worth all this rage? I stopped to ponder but had my answer after half a second. Yes. I knew, I just knew, that this time, sanity wouldn’t return, the wounds wouldn’t heal, and the dust would never settle.

xTheEcstasyOfSuicidex i decided ima name you ... xosuicideox

haha i am that cool :)

tehe you are already taken for my jan/feb contest. you should join it as well. :)

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Cute. I like.
Lol.
And I may..
I'm in a lot of contests at the moment and things here are kind of confusing. I don't know if I'd have time... I may, though.

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well it goes deffinatly till the end of febuary... but may be post poned till the end of march. tehe :) well after all these new contests are done lol :P

Silent Love

Silently sitting on the edge of her bed, rehearsing lines to tell him in her head. Friends never did work for her. It seemed there was always the hint of something more. So she went over thousands of ways to tell him she loved him, that another second without him, was a second in her life she didn't want, didn't need.
But just then the phone rang, and who else could it be? Him...the one man she loves with all her heart, but he knows nothing of it. She sees it on the caller ID and answers.
"Hey, what's up?" she asks happily as though there isn't a worry in her mind.
But as the conversation goes on she finds the temptation inside to tell him unbearably strong. So she weaves relationships into the conversation. And stuttering all the way, confesses her inner feelings.
Silence.
"Are you there?" she mumbles through her tears.
"Yes, I...umm...yes," he replies.
"Please say something anything," she begs.
"Why'd you wait?" he questions.
"Because I was afraid you wouldn't return my feelings, and I'd rather have friendship than nothing at all," she replies, "you are my world, and without you, I'm nothing. You are my everything. I wanted the right timing and my love was able to wait for this moment."
Silence.
"I too have patient love. I've been waiting to hear that for a long time. I'm always one step from telling you I love you. Then I realize like you said, it could break every bit of our friendship," he finally replies.
"Are you willing to overstep those boundaries?" she asks almost breathless by now.
Silence.
"Yes."
(the moral. Love is patient, not rushed. It can wait for the right moment. That is the difference between love and lust.)
My first attempt at a short story. I hope you like it!
Charisma*

i think mine is too long. =[

condensed- if its still too long.. just tell me. =[

`As Serafin watched in horror, the largest and darkest shadowspirit he had ever seen emerged from the edifice. He then came to the horrid realization that this shadow creature was a demomshade. The large building in the now isolated city was used as for church, school, and bonding ceremonies before the Great War began. Very meticulously Serafin began to wrap the holyweed onto his hand, wrist and up his arm. If he made one mistake, and even the smallest part of his skin was touched by a shadowspirit, let alone this demonshade, there would be fatal consequences.
`Although young for a darkslayer, Serafin was anything but ignorant. Trained in a family of a super naturalist mother and darkslayer for a father, Serafin had been surrounded by all things paranormal while growing. He was forced to learn the vital techniques to protect himself at a very young age. Unfortunately, his training had been cut short after a fatal accident. At the young age of only fourteen he and his sister, Syaine who was a year older, were alone in their fight against the DarkWorld.
`After both Serafin’s parents were debreathed during one of the largest battles they had faught in, he and his sister continued to fight. For a year and 9 moons, they fought the DarkWorld and defeated almost all the shadow creatures they encountered. They also proceeded to recite an enchantment and perform a ceremony which made it so if and when one was injured the pain and injury would be equally distributed between the two. Also, if was as debreathed the sibling’s soul would entwine itself upon the other soul, causing the two souls to mesh together protecting both until it was safe for the souls to return to their own bodies.
`Unfortunately, something had gone terribly wrong during the last battle. A shadowspirit, which Serafin would later learn was a demonshade, disengaged the pact between Syaine and Serafin. It then proceeded to debreathe Syaine, forcing her to join the Darkside. But the demonshade never had a chance to rid Serafin of his soul, for something amazing occured. He was teleported to the forest behind the large edifice building where he saw the demonshade appear. He finally conceded that this was his destiny.
`Luckily for Serafin, the shadow creature had not seemed to catch sight of him yet. Still, soon it would not belong until the demonshade would feel his aura. Serafin knew what he must do. He must defeat the head demonshade and release his family’s, and the rest of those debreathed, souls from the dark curse that was set upon the LightWorld.

i wrote this for english. =] it was a vocab story(i had to include 15 of our vocab words in it)
i really like it and have actually planned on continuing it and making it an actual book. i already have the chapter outlines and stuff done. =]

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Lauren,
It's about to paragraphs too long. Can you condense it, a little?
I have a short attention span and I already have all the rest to get through. =S =}

Thanks.

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yea ill condense it. =]

i know its 6 paragraphs.. but i don't want to make the story confusing or boring.. =[

i made each paragraph shorter.. maybe ill shorten them more and put a few together. or something..

ahh five now im getting to it. lol.

is htis okay. tell me its okay. =[

It is a little too long for me, but I'll take it. I understand how hard it can be to cut a story down.
At least it's five paragraphs..so, thank you.

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yup. it was longer when i did it for class.lol. i cut it down for this.. it was like 3 pages long.. xD

Lol..wow.
Well, thank you.

I'll wait another day...
And if that's all we get, then 8 is plently.

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Xx I Love You xX

She put her head in her hands and tried to block out the memories spilling from her mind. The kisses, the hugs, the way he held her hand and the sweet words he whispered in her ear

(I love you)

The tears welled in her eyes and she pressed her fists to her face to quell the unstoppable flow. But the damn had finally burst and there was no preventing it.

(I love you)

Those words taunted her. She had had songs stuck in her head from time to time, she had sometimes been annoyed when she couldn’t shift it but she would gladly welcome them now, anything to keep those words from swirling in her mind.

(I love you)

It wasn’t supposed to end like this. It wasn’t supposed to end. They were in love, they were supposed to last. Everyone said so. Didn’t those words mean anything?

(I love you)

Why couldn’t she keep her temper in check? Why did she have to say things without thinking? Why did he have to be so infuriating? Why did she have to love him so much…?

(I love you)

She would do anything to see him again. To say she was sorry. To say it was such a stupid argument. To touch him. To hug him. To kiss him… The longing overwhelmed her, she had to see him.

(I love you)

She wiped away the streams of mascara and smoothed her hair back. She straightened her dress and stood up. She had to find him. She had to work this out. They were to in love to spilt up over something so stupid…

(I love you)

She heard someone clearing their throat behind her. She didn’t have to turn around to know who it was. She felt a hand on her shoulder. She felt his lips on her cheek. She felt his love mingling with hers. And then she felt his words…

“I love you.” ©

*Gem*

(Not like my ordinary stories at all because my average story is about 15 pages long in Word, lol. Ah well, i tried. Hope you like it x)

Sorry, guys. I've been really busy. I'll judge this asap... I've just had a lot going on..

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