The Write-Off

[*Emelia K. Fletcher]

Let's write short things for each round! Whoever wins each round gets EVERYONE'S FORCED APPROVAL.






ROUND 1: Write a story about running out of time.

[Raz]

Kate Sweet had always loved sunny Sydney with its immense, ice-dancing igloos. It was a place where she felt active.

She was an admirable, giving, wine drinker with squat spots and short thighs. Her friends saw her as a blushing, broken brute. Once, she had even brought an iffy disabled person back from the brink of death. That's the sort of woman he was.

Kate walked over to the window and reflected on her sleepy surroundings. The snow flurried like boating kittens.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Barry Chen. Barry was a snotty lawyer with red spots and ginger thighs.

Kate gulped. She was not prepared for Barry.

As Kate stepped outside and Barry came closer, she could see the courageous glint in his eye.

Barry gazed with the affection of 7652 creepy enchanting elephants. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want more time."

Kate looked back, even more ecstatic and still fingering the minuscule teapot. "Barry, I don't have more time to give," she replied.

They looked at each other with puzzled feelings, like two difficult, different dogs laughing at a very malicious snow storm, which had R & B music playing in the background and two loving uncles thinking to the beat.

Kate regarded Barry's red spots and ginger thighs. "I feel the same way!" revealed Kate with a delighted grin.

Barry looked sparkly, his emotions blushing like a tart, terrible teapot.

Then Barry came inside for a nice glass of wine.

THE END

[Megar]

i didn't have time to write a story

[Harmless]

i didn't have time to write a story

^

[1018peter]

(Excuse me for my imperfect grammar. English is not my native language.)


Clock's ticking...3 minutes until 12:00 PM. Almost everyone has arrived at the city square.

"This can't be...it's there!" Nale exclaimed. He got on his motorcycle,and blazed through the downtown.

Clock's ticking...2 minutes until 12:00 PM. Nale has rushed into the LEaD Co. Office Building.

"Stop this madness right now! You can't do this!" Nale shouted,as he climbs to the top floor.

"No way. The show is starting! Let's all enjoy the last fireworks in our life..." a mysterious man said to Nale.

"Those aren't fireworks...those are napalm rockets!" Nale yelled.

"That's the point! Everyone will be seeing this grand display. The only costs are...their lives." the man replied,
coldly.

Clock's ticking...1 minutes until 12:00 PM. Nale has reached the top floor.

"Look at you! You have everything you need to stop me,except one thing...time!" the man laughs at Nale.

"It's over! Cut the fuse!" Nale shouted at the man,whilst pointing his gun at him.

"You won't. It only takes one bullet to trigger the napalm rockets...you'll have to cut the fuse yourself!" the man said to Nale.

Nale dropped his gun,and took out a knife from his pockets. He approaches the man on an accelerating pace.

The man took out his knife as well. He ran straight toward Nale,attempting to stab him!

Nale dodged the attack,and countered with an uppercut!

The man was knocked back to the edge of the roof. Nale took the opportunity and cut the man with his knife!

The man fell on the floor. He's slowly bleeding to death...

"Heh...heh...5 seconds left..." the man laughs at Nale.

"No...this can't be happening!" Nale panics in terror.

12:00 PM. The rockets were launched sky high. They landed all over the city. The entire city was set ablaze...

"Happy New Year..." the man bled to death after saying his last words.

[l.m]

The stars.

They shine in the blinding darkness of the night. They give instructions, inspirations. They give hope.

I am a star.

***

Lucy was horrified. She couldn't talk, couldn't run. Couldn't hear anything.

Attached to a dirty bed, with her wrists and heels tied, Lucy couldn't understand. She was just trying to help. Trying to bring peace, and to stop war. Trying to be an inspiration for everyone, to say there's still hope.

However, some people have different thoughts.

In a dark, bloody room, a clock was ticking on the wall. "10:56 PM. They're taking too long! I need to get out of here!"

After some time, Lucy started to get upset. "This is the end of my life... Goodbye everyone. There's no chance for me."

Lucy was suffering. Some time ago, two guys tortured and raped her over the bed. They were laughing and smiling while Lucy was screaming in pain.

And now, there's blood everywhere. In the floor, and on the couch.

Suddenly, something started to beep. Lucy tried to look under the bed, and when she saw it, her skin turned white.

Only one minute left to 11:00 PM. The bomb was about to explode.

Desperate, Lucy tried to break the rope that held her wrists. After some seconds, she gave up. The rope won't break.

Lucy closed her eyes.

And so, she remembered. Her speech. Her attempt to change the world. The constant, daily violence that we're used to see. Her wish to stop the war, because the world need peace and love. The continuous efforts to make the world a better place. She always dreamed with it.

But some people simply don't agree. They just want to kill and make people suffer. And, now, victim of the violence, Lucy was doomed to death.

15 seconds. Lucy heard a banging on the door, but at this point, she didn't care anymore.

Because what really matters is she showed light amidst blinding darkness. She gave instructions to the humanity. She inspired people.

She gave hope.

And now, for once and for all, she was a star.

***

The bomb exploded.

Everyone in the city heard the loud noise.

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EDIT: Just a question, when is going to be the end of the round?

[l.m]

this was so good to end

[Harmless]

Holy ♥♥♥♥ ff and peter, you two were the last people I expected to write those stories.