2012 Halloween Storywriting Contest

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Note: This story has to be scary! Tension is fine, as long as it's scary. :3 But you can choose whatever genre you want to go with it, it could be a scary fantasy story or a scary sci-fi story or something or just a traditional Halloween story. Your choice.

Deadline is the 31st, so post it up and get it finished by then! (remember it can't be too long, especially that you've only got 4 days to do it)

[lordpat]

Oh, I will be in.

Title: The Golden Apple (yes, it is gonna be a scary story....hopefully :3)

Angela was ridding her car. The sky was grey and the flowers were dead, it seemed as God was also sad because of her loss. She would not have been surprised then, no other man was as kind or funny as Jhon was. They had been living toghether for...6 months? No, 7 and a half. How fast the time went! Her memories of him passed through her head: how she met him, their first date, and so on. But there was one of them that appeared as the darkest one: Lucia's Death. Lucia was Jhon's mother, and she was also very kind and funny, but very depressive. She commited suicide about two months ago (she used some kind of poison), and Jhon could not take it well. He talked about commiting suicide too, but Angela made him enter in reasson and he moved on. Or at least that was what she thought.
The doctor had came to the kitchen when it was way too late. The doctor had said that he had a heart attack, but Angela was very sure that he followed his mother's steps. He left a note that said: "I want to see her again."
And she arrived. The sky was even more grey, it was quite clear it was going to rain. He entered the house quickly. She started to think about all the things that were said in the funeral. "He was kind" the priest had said, come on! He left Angela alone, does that sound kind? She started to hate Jhon, but she realized that she was only hating it because of how much she missed him. She started to cry very hard, the sky was crying with her as well.
Beaten, she decided to go to the fridge and have something to eat. She saw the last thing that had Jhon bought for her: a couple of red apples. She grabbed one of them and gave it a bite. She noticed that the inside was not white, but an incredibly sparkling yellow. As she was examinating the apple, she realized that right below the apple was; there was a note with Jhon's handwritting: "I know how much you want to see me...." it said.
Suddenly, she dropped the apple. Everything became more and more blurry, but she could still distinguish a figure in the back. It was Jhon. His skin was all pale, and his eyes were completely white. He was grabbing a knife with his right hand. He walked slowly towards her, whose face was terrified. He finally was next to her, and whispered to her ear: "I know how much you want to see me, so you will join me" and stabbed his knife in her heart. Angela shouted in pain, but soon after she was dead.


NOTE: This still needs a grammar/spelling check. I will do that soon. I may also change a couple of things.

[Oranjui]

once upon a tim there was an evil army, they took over th world an every1 died!!!!!!!!!!!!111!!!1!!!!!!!!!!!! a scary pumkin face fell out ov nowere and scard the army 2 deth. then the erth was no longer habtuble cuz nothing ixisted evr agan. then al the ppl moved to mars with mp3 then. the end

[lordpat]

once upon a tim there was an evil army, they took over th world an every1 died!!!!!!!!!!!!111!!!1!!!!!!!!!!!! a scary pumkin face fell out ov nowere and scard the army 2 deth. then the erth was no longer habtuble cuz nothing ixisted evr agan. then al the ppl moved to mars with mp3 then. the end

Absoloutely brilliant. I do not think I will be able to sleep again.

[Oranjui]

once upon a tim there was an evil army, they took over th world an every1 died!!!!!!!!!!!!111!!!1!!!!!!!!!!!! a scary pumkin face fell out ov nowere and scard the army 2 deth. then the erth was no longer habtuble cuz nothing ixisted evr agan. then al the ppl moved to mars with mp3 then. the end

Absoloutely brilliant. I do not think I will be able to sleep again.

lol me nether

[Tune4Toons]

Story telling? Let's see how this goes. *cracks knuckles*

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So You Say

You know you've seen better days when you suddenly realise you can't see a thing at all.

No one was supposed to be around, supposed to know you were at home on the computer chatting. Forum browsing. Stalking that one guy who caught you at the end of a bad joke the other day. Footsteps were all you heard. Mom's? Pop's? Sister's? Brother's? Screw that, you weren't done on the computer yet. You still had a comeback that needed plotting.

Too late by then. Thump. Lights out.

The back of your head still has that faint sting, and right now, your hands are tied together. The ropes scrap your wrists, eyes blindfolded. You're screwed. Can't see a thing. Can't see anything. Can't stop the guy from breathing down your neck, the shudder that slipped out of you, or your rapid heart thumping a few beats off normal. Your captor whispers, but you can't make out the words. ♥♥♥♥, is that a girl? How the hell did she get you?

First thought: you must be dreaming.
Second thought: it's gonna be all right; it's just a girl. It's supposed to be all right.

Third thought: you count to three. One—to catch your breath. Two to make it stay. Three just for the sake of doing it.

See? All better now.

Something cold touches your arm. It's a knife—you could feel it—you know it. No, it's skin. Her skin. Colder than iced metal. A breath tickles your ear. Slow your breathing, get your chest pounding down.

Your computer. The first new thought to cross your mind. Next thing you know, you hear giggling. Echoing in the room, your ears, your head. Something gets bashed apart from to shattered pieces.

Whimpering. You still can't see, but you hear it nearby. Someone else is in the room with you two. The girl can't have been alone. Shaky breaths, not yours. Footsteps. Soon, a schlick in the background and a woman's screech. Keeps happening. Schlick. Schlick. Schlick. Cries. A knife been going in and out. More crying, she's crying now. Make it stop, but you can't. You can't. Can't be. Can't be. Yet the scream wouldn't leave your head, happening only twenty feet away.

Then there's silence. A thud on the floor breaks it. You don't remember the room being so cold. She's dead. Probably dead. Gotta see, you really want to see. Then you shudder. Footsteps approach you. Another breath tickles your ear, and this time, the girl's words are loud and clear.

"You ready to play now?"

[Oranjui]

Was I supposed to be scared by that.

[KABOOM]

NOTE: The following story was originally written for a school assignment. It sucks.

The Forest: show

The boy stood by a path into the forest. His mother had told him not to enter the woods, but the boy thought she was just very worried. The forest scared him, but he wanted to go in to face his fear. He gathered his courage and walked into the forest.

After an hour of walking, the boy looked up. It was dark. That was strange; he had entered the forest at noon. It could not be dark yet. The boy began to walk home.

Soon, however, he heard a growl. The boy was scared. He heard more noises. It was coming toward him! He ran, but was soon tired. It was coming closer. Was it a wolf? Was it a bear? Was it a ghost? He climbed a tree to escape.

And the tree ate him.

[Karyete]

Kevin came to your house along with his trusty brando. Then you died of candy canes because of the christmassy music.

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Well apparently I write more about religion now.

I doubt anyone would be offended by this, remember, I'm a Catholic myself and trust me this does not offend. (I think, unless we've got some reeeeally strong Catholics here who think saying Yahweh is blasphemy)

Purity

story here: show

“Being a ghost doesn’t bother me; I know I’ll never die again. I don’t care about being so cold all the time, because I know that my heart was always cold. All the pain I caused. I couldn’t possibly live as the person I always wanted to be.
Can you feel it now? I can feel it now. There is nothing sweeter than the taste of fresh blood. Just a…sniff…
A sniff is all I need to collect the purity of something more beautiful than the sun, and only then it is followed by a shiver. Can’t you feel that shiver? It was that electric shiver; the sense of excitement.
Don’t tell me you can’t feel the warmth of the scarlet massacre exceeding below you. You are only a ghost, once a murderer and you can’t feel the burning of the dying souls? You are laughable. You were once my best friend, and now, I can only scar you for leaving me. I thought that our reunion as ghosts would mend our past forgotten by hatred.
But no- I can only feel the chill of the white blade in my pocket. Lingering in the corner of my eye won’t help you escape, and it never will. Come out and fight me.”

The murderer turned his back on him. A mistake only stupidity can bring.

“I am sorry, long lost friend. But like you said, I can only scar you.” The other ghost replied, and pierced sharpened scissors through the murderer’s currently bleeding back. He began turning them, icy tears running down the metal like frozen dew.
“Old friend please stop! It hurts!”
“I shall only stop when my tears turn black with your dead blood.”
The agony continued to crawl inside his spine as the scissors were still being turned. A scream now. An unstoppable bleed later.

“This is what you did to the people. This is how you treated them. Except you will have to live with the pain as you humiliate yourself in front of your victims, old friend.” The ghost, pulling the scissors sharply out of his back, left him in torture on the ground. Before leaving him writhing there for good, he rushed back to finish his work.
“THIS.” He cried, stabbing the scissors back in.
“IS.” He cried again, stabbing the scissors in time with every word.
“WHAT.”
“YOU.”
“DID.”
No shadow lay there now; only the corpse of an old angel. Only his blood left to feast on by his victims. If those scissors could be seen now, they would be stainless. The many times they would have been licked clean by Satan’s foes. Only Yahweh could rest now at the satisfaction that the devil’s blood will have never been at as much of a loss.

It's only short, and didn't take me tons of time to write. I might make edits here and there before the deadline. Oh yes, and BEING VAGUE IS AWESOME.