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2012 Halloween Storywriting Contest
Re: 2012 Halloween Storywriting Contest
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by Bomberman101 » October 29th, 2012, 5:43 pm
Hm...
Over a year ago... In a dark forest on Halloween night.. There rests a boy. A boy in a mask shaped as a circle filled with sorrow and joy, those two emotions were seperated in halves. The side of happiness was stained with blood, the one with sorrow was a little worn, but clean. This boy, a teenager actually, sits on a log every 31st of October. Knife in hand stained with blood, he stares at it... Remembering about the blood of his true love that died with that blade. The moon shines on him as he remembers about the sorrows contained in that knife. He remembers it clearly, it happened that day.
First off, i'd like to say that this boy was a maniac before all this has happened. He remembers that he and his girl were running in the woods together... Running from a man with an axe that was trying to kill them. The boy grabbed his knife and protected his girlfriend, he always protects her, he attacked the man with anger.. He was too infuriated however, that he stabbed his girlfriend as well.. Since the real murderer was the boy.
There are several people who dissappear in these woods every halloween.
One of them is Wallace, he was walking through the forest with his friend, Kyle.
''You really think your dog ran through here?'' Kyle said.
Wallace said,''I'm certain of it, he always runs through dark places like these.''
''But... On Halloween night? Isn't that kind of.... Creepy?''
''Oh, please. I don't believe in crud like that.''
''I'm not talking about ghosts and demons and stuff... Just the more... realistic things.''
''...''
The two kept walking until they suddenly heard Wallace's dog cry.
''Huh?!'' Wallace exclaimed. The two ran through some trees and arrived at an opening with the moon shining through, a log was on the center. On that log sat a boy with a half-smiling, half-crying mask looking down at a knife covered in blood. Beside him, Wallace and Kyle were shocked as they saw Wallace's dog lying on the floor, dead. Wallace stood there and yelled,''WHAT DID YOU DO?!''
Kyle ran away, being the best ''friend'' he is. The boy turned his head at Wallace and stood up.
Wallace said,''I'm... I CAN'T SAY HOW FURIOUS I AM!!!!'' The boy simply walked towards Wallace and took out his knife.
Wallace said,''Wh- What are y-'' Wallace didn't finish as the boy stabbed his chest and killed him. Wallace fell to the floor, and the boy threw him back into the woods, where Kyle was.
''W-W-Wallace?! WALLACE?!!?'' Kyle yelled. The masked boy sat back down and starred at his knife.
...
That was last year, however.. I will now begin the real story, taking place this Halloween. The masked boy sat at his log once again. He starred at his knife, it's been 4 years already. He has lived these four years in the forest, he has not eaten and has not drank anything throughout these four years, as if he wasn't human. His parents and everyone else have thought that the murderer killed him.
This year, the police have traced the sightings and reports of the boy and the dead people. The police finally tracked the masked boy down and tried to arrest him.
''Drop the knife and put your hands up!'' A cop said. The boy did not listen and stayed in his current position. The police immediately tried to arrest him with force, but the boy stabbed them all. The other police took out their guns, one of them was wearing a black coat. They began to shoot. The boy, however, remained there.
''Is he... Dead?'' The coated police man said as he approached the masked boy. The boy stood up and stabbed him.
The other police retreated. "This boy is not human..!'' They yelled. The masked boy got the man's coat and put it on. He covered his head with the hood and began to walk towards the town..
It was time.
The masked-hooded boy killed anyone in sight that was in his way.
Children... Teenagers... Adults... Seniors... He did not care for any of them. He has been discovered, and has decided to move the surrounding area to the afterlife. He wants to continue life with his girl and everybody else in the afterlife.
''Yo, cool dis-''
''Hey! What're y-''
''Uh... H-''
''Run! Ah!''
All these people were some of the victims from the boy's wrath. He arrives at a nuclear reactor in the outskirts after a couple hours. His goal was simple: Commit suicide and bring along everyone else.
The boy walked slowly like a zombie, killing everything in sight.
To shorten things down, the boy destroyed the reactor killing everyone in the town. Including himself.
So yeah... rushed ending..
Over a year ago... In a dark forest on Halloween night.. There rests a boy. A boy in a mask shaped as a circle filled with sorrow and joy, those two emotions were seperated in halves. The side of happiness was stained with blood, the one with sorrow was a little worn, but clean. This boy, a teenager actually, sits on a log every 31st of October. Knife in hand stained with blood, he stares at it... Remembering about the blood of his true love that died with that blade. The moon shines on him as he remembers about the sorrows contained in that knife. He remembers it clearly, it happened that day.
First off, i'd like to say that this boy was a maniac before all this has happened. He remembers that he and his girl were running in the woods together... Running from a man with an axe that was trying to kill them. The boy grabbed his knife and protected his girlfriend, he always protects her, he attacked the man with anger.. He was too infuriated however, that he stabbed his girlfriend as well.. Since the real murderer was the boy.
There are several people who dissappear in these woods every halloween.
One of them is Wallace, he was walking through the forest with his friend, Kyle.
''You really think your dog ran through here?'' Kyle said.
Wallace said,''I'm certain of it, he always runs through dark places like these.''
''But... On Halloween night? Isn't that kind of.... Creepy?''
''Oh, please. I don't believe in crud like that.''
''I'm not talking about ghosts and demons and stuff... Just the more... realistic things.''
''...''
The two kept walking until they suddenly heard Wallace's dog cry.
''Huh?!'' Wallace exclaimed. The two ran through some trees and arrived at an opening with the moon shining through, a log was on the center. On that log sat a boy with a half-smiling, half-crying mask looking down at a knife covered in blood. Beside him, Wallace and Kyle were shocked as they saw Wallace's dog lying on the floor, dead. Wallace stood there and yelled,''WHAT DID YOU DO?!''
Kyle ran away, being the best ''friend'' he is. The boy turned his head at Wallace and stood up.
Wallace said,''I'm... I CAN'T SAY HOW FURIOUS I AM!!!!'' The boy simply walked towards Wallace and took out his knife.
Wallace said,''Wh- What are y-'' Wallace didn't finish as the boy stabbed his chest and killed him. Wallace fell to the floor, and the boy threw him back into the woods, where Kyle was.
''W-W-Wallace?! WALLACE?!!?'' Kyle yelled. The masked boy sat back down and starred at his knife.
...
That was last year, however.. I will now begin the real story, taking place this Halloween. The masked boy sat at his log once again. He starred at his knife, it's been 4 years already. He has lived these four years in the forest, he has not eaten and has not drank anything throughout these four years, as if he wasn't human. His parents and everyone else have thought that the murderer killed him.
This year, the police have traced the sightings and reports of the boy and the dead people. The police finally tracked the masked boy down and tried to arrest him.
''Drop the knife and put your hands up!'' A cop said. The boy did not listen and stayed in his current position. The police immediately tried to arrest him with force, but the boy stabbed them all. The other police took out their guns, one of them was wearing a black coat. They began to shoot. The boy, however, remained there.
''Is he... Dead?'' The coated police man said as he approached the masked boy. The boy stood up and stabbed him.
The other police retreated. "This boy is not human..!'' They yelled. The masked boy got the man's coat and put it on. He covered his head with the hood and began to walk towards the town..
It was time.
The masked-hooded boy killed anyone in sight that was in his way.
Children... Teenagers... Adults... Seniors... He did not care for any of them. He has been discovered, and has decided to move the surrounding area to the afterlife. He wants to continue life with his girl and everybody else in the afterlife.
''Yo, cool dis-''
''Hey! What're y-''
''Uh... H-''
''Run! Ah!''
All these people were some of the victims from the boy's wrath. He arrives at a nuclear reactor in the outskirts after a couple hours. His goal was simple: Commit suicide and bring along everyone else.
The boy walked slowly like a zombie, killing everything in sight.
To shorten things down, the boy destroyed the reactor killing everyone in the town. Including himself.
So yeah... rushed ending..
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Re: 2012 Halloween Storywriting Contest
by ~MP3 Amplifier~ » October 31st, 2012, 2:27 pm
Right, deadline is tomorrow at 7pm GMT (roughly when I come online). Be sure to get all your stories in by then and then me and two other chosen judges will hopefully get to work!
If the other judges come online before then they can still start judging btw.
If the other judges come online before then they can still start judging btw.
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Re: 2012 Halloween Storywriting Contest
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by Yoshi Boo 118 » October 31st, 2012, 4:12 pm
Enjoy another one of my works of art, puny mortals.
..well I would say that, but I have one request. Do you mind if I attach this as a file? I want to maintain the integrity of the document and by copy-pasting onto here, it's just not the same with the format changes.
Also if you don't have Word 2010 and you can't read/download the story, or the font near the end has those squares because the font isn't working, PLEASE tell me. It really helps add to the scare factor, at least in my point of view. I want you guys to get the full effect.
RESONANCE:
http://www.mediafire.com/file/5sardsn4a ... onance.doc
I really hope no issues arise...because I won't be back here until after school (past the deadline), and I want the story to be judged at the very best it can be.
..well I would say that, but I have one request. Do you mind if I attach this as a file? I want to maintain the integrity of the document and by copy-pasting onto here, it's just not the same with the format changes.
Also if you don't have Word 2010 and you can't read/download the story, or the font near the end has those squares because the font isn't working, PLEASE tell me. It really helps add to the scare factor, at least in my point of view. I want you guys to get the full effect.
RESONANCE:
http://www.mediafire.com/file/5sardsn4a ... onance.doc
I really hope no issues arise...because I won't be back here until after school (past the deadline), and I want the story to be judged at the very best it can be.
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Re: 2012 Halloween Storywriting Contest
by KevinOC » October 31st, 2012, 5:43 pm
What? The deadline passed? ♥♥♥♥ you your mom passed in that fire eleven years ago but I don't ♥♥♥♥....
anyways
anyways
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Re: 2012 Halloween Storywriting Contest
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by Bomberman101 » October 31st, 2012, 6:12 pm
No contests. Seriously. The above story has beaten all the others. Anyways, i'll edit mine to finish it.
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A Reflection in Pink
by MessengerOfDreams » October 31st, 2012, 8:54 pm
It's still the 31st so ♥♥♥♥ YOU IT'S IN.
(Seriously. Not fair to make the deadline 11am here. I even had a costume contest ready and everything.)
Sort of an abstract story about illusions, reflections, shattering foundation, and the like. Multiple meanings, with multiple purposes for existing. The genre is supposed to be sort of horror as well, but it's interpreted in a way that is barely counting. Enjoy.
You used to be my reflection.
We were everything that we were, and more to add to it. We were both people who could look at a glass and see it as half full. We were people who could find beauty in the blades of grass, majesty in the rain, adventure in the skies, each other in the stars. You loved the stars, then I did too, because you gave them to me in a new light.
I never forsook that vision. Because it was you, and you were brilliant.
You were my reflection in pink, different from my blue. I tried to keep steadfast on the ground. You were a balloon floating in the air. I knew of the powers human beings had. You thought you were powerless. I tried to show my love in my actions. You showed yours in your words, your beautiful, majestic, adventurous, brilliant words that captivated me from the day I discovered you.
I never let go.
You did.
I loved you. I loved you in a way that I never loved anyone else, not even those who I kissed. I adored you, looked up to you, because of your talent and vision and the way you were, the way you were but no longer are. I put trust in you that I never did in anyone else, because I had always believed you would give it back. That you had. That you did.
Now I'm left here, wondering what was true and what was not.
You were like no one else I knew, and it was intoxicating, and yet, we still were so similar. I always thought I was looking at my reflection when I saw you. A reflection in pink, because we were different in our own ways, but still the same in our hearts.
Then I heard about you. I heard what they said. What started as a buzzing became a roaring fire that I couldn't outrun. I couldn't believe it. With my whole heart, I denied it. My world became a nightmare that I couldn't escape, because I knew that I was wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong. I was a fool to have trusted you so blindly, so foolishly.
I ran to where we met before, under the stars. Where you connected the dots within them and brought forth the vision. You were the stars, and when you became part of me I always tried to give that back to you. You gave me something no one else truly gave this lonely soul before.
A companion.
We would climb mountains together, we would overcome obstacles that were bigger than us, and we'd survive. We were adventurers, ones that had nearly lost ourselves and each other, but held on tight.
You told me that you loved me, that I was like a reflection of you. That you could see someone who truly understood you and all the voices and visions in your head. I felt a soaring surge of honor. I had always, so badly, wanted to mean something to someone. I never forgot those words or the chills through my skin when you said them.
Now here I am. I see you before me, a friend lost in time. Your eyes burn with something that terrifies me more than it exhilarates me. The light behind them is gone. The stars have vanished.
Voices in my mind scream accusations, and I can only barely choke out one question, a question for explanation, for quietness in my head. A plea for the reflection that you said you were. The friend you promised you would be.
I beg for your honesty.
You look at me with those vacant eyes, looking over me, and you run away.
I can only stare at the empty space in front of me, calling for you, calling for my reflection. You never return. I stay there, petrified, for days, in the last foolish act I will ever do for you.
Eventually, I become angry, give up and leave.
When I return from the mountaintops, I see your friends, the ones I never truly knew but respected, because you liked them, and they were good people, ones I should have given more to.
I calmly ask them to give me what you could not.
They give me honesty, and it hurts.
You weren't what I thought you were after all.
It's then that I realize that the reflection never was.
It was only a painting, a piece of brilliant artwork created only for myself, a creation that I had become mystified with beyond the point of reason, one that constantly changed to whatever I desired. It was flawed and it had its cracks, but it was the most amazing piece of artwork I had ever seen.
I thought that piece was real.
Even now, sitting here alone, in the place where you gave me the stars, I hold the painting in my heart, but it's changed from reality to a relic.
I fear I will never truly know who its painter was.
(Seriously. Not fair to make the deadline 11am here. I even had a costume contest ready and everything.)
Sort of an abstract story about illusions, reflections, shattering foundation, and the like. Multiple meanings, with multiple purposes for existing. The genre is supposed to be sort of horror as well, but it's interpreted in a way that is barely counting. Enjoy.
You used to be my reflection.
We were everything that we were, and more to add to it. We were both people who could look at a glass and see it as half full. We were people who could find beauty in the blades of grass, majesty in the rain, adventure in the skies, each other in the stars. You loved the stars, then I did too, because you gave them to me in a new light.
I never forsook that vision. Because it was you, and you were brilliant.
You were my reflection in pink, different from my blue. I tried to keep steadfast on the ground. You were a balloon floating in the air. I knew of the powers human beings had. You thought you were powerless. I tried to show my love in my actions. You showed yours in your words, your beautiful, majestic, adventurous, brilliant words that captivated me from the day I discovered you.
I never let go.
You did.
I loved you. I loved you in a way that I never loved anyone else, not even those who I kissed. I adored you, looked up to you, because of your talent and vision and the way you were, the way you were but no longer are. I put trust in you that I never did in anyone else, because I had always believed you would give it back. That you had. That you did.
Now I'm left here, wondering what was true and what was not.
You were like no one else I knew, and it was intoxicating, and yet, we still were so similar. I always thought I was looking at my reflection when I saw you. A reflection in pink, because we were different in our own ways, but still the same in our hearts.
Then I heard about you. I heard what they said. What started as a buzzing became a roaring fire that I couldn't outrun. I couldn't believe it. With my whole heart, I denied it. My world became a nightmare that I couldn't escape, because I knew that I was wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong. I was a fool to have trusted you so blindly, so foolishly.
I ran to where we met before, under the stars. Where you connected the dots within them and brought forth the vision. You were the stars, and when you became part of me I always tried to give that back to you. You gave me something no one else truly gave this lonely soul before.
A companion.
We would climb mountains together, we would overcome obstacles that were bigger than us, and we'd survive. We were adventurers, ones that had nearly lost ourselves and each other, but held on tight.
You told me that you loved me, that I was like a reflection of you. That you could see someone who truly understood you and all the voices and visions in your head. I felt a soaring surge of honor. I had always, so badly, wanted to mean something to someone. I never forgot those words or the chills through my skin when you said them.
Now here I am. I see you before me, a friend lost in time. Your eyes burn with something that terrifies me more than it exhilarates me. The light behind them is gone. The stars have vanished.
Voices in my mind scream accusations, and I can only barely choke out one question, a question for explanation, for quietness in my head. A plea for the reflection that you said you were. The friend you promised you would be.
I beg for your honesty.
You look at me with those vacant eyes, looking over me, and you run away.
I can only stare at the empty space in front of me, calling for you, calling for my reflection. You never return. I stay there, petrified, for days, in the last foolish act I will ever do for you.
Eventually, I become angry, give up and leave.
When I return from the mountaintops, I see your friends, the ones I never truly knew but respected, because you liked them, and they were good people, ones I should have given more to.
I calmly ask them to give me what you could not.
They give me honesty, and it hurts.
You weren't what I thought you were after all.
It's then that I realize that the reflection never was.
It was only a painting, a piece of brilliant artwork created only for myself, a creation that I had become mystified with beyond the point of reason, one that constantly changed to whatever I desired. It was flawed and it had its cracks, but it was the most amazing piece of artwork I had ever seen.
I thought that piece was real.
Even now, sitting here alone, in the place where you gave me the stars, I hold the painting in my heart, but it's changed from reality to a relic.
I fear I will never truly know who its painter was.
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Re: 2012 Halloween Storywriting Contest
by ~MP3 Amplifier~ » November 1st, 2012, 11:27 am
^^^ See? That's what happens when you use FF.net and actually practice writing there. :3 (in other words I never write stories there, just read them, soo... 
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Also time is up! Judges step forward and err...start judging! :3
)Also time is up! Judges step forward and err...start judging! :3
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Re: 2012 Halloween Storywriting Contest
by Yoshi Boo 118 » November 1st, 2012, 12:24 pm
If I lose on a technicality you can bet my jimmies will be rustled.
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Re: 2012 Halloween Storywriting Contest
by ~MP3 Amplifier~ » November 7th, 2012, 12:20 pm
So here we are.
...THE RESULTS!
I'll go from last to 1st, woo
So in last (or 7th) place, with a score of 12.75/20...
In 6th place, we have two people with the same scores of 13...
In 5th place, with a score of 15...
In 4th place, we have a tie between the women in the competition (gives it away but yeah )! With scores of 16.5...
In 3rd place, with a score of 17...
In 2nd place, with a score of 17.5...
Aaaaand in first place, with a score of 17.625, (probably guessed who it is by now, lawl) we have...
Congratz to all the entrants and see ya next time.
...THE RESULTS!
I'll go from last to 1st, woo
So in last (or 7th) place, with a score of 12.75/20...
Spoiler: show
In 6th place, we have two people with the same scores of 13...
Spoiler: show
In 5th place, with a score of 15...
Spoiler: show
In 4th place, we have a tie between the women in the competition (gives it away but yeah
)! With scores of 16.5... Spoiler: show
In 3rd place, with a score of 17...
Spoiler: show
In 2nd place, with a score of 17.5...
Spoiler: show
Aaaaand in first place, with a score of 17.625, (probably guessed who it is by now, lawl) we have...
Spoiler: show
Congratz to all the entrants and see ya next time.
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Re: 2012 Halloween Storywriting Contest
by lordpat » November 7th, 2012, 12:34 pm
*pretends to be surprised*
The 7th spot is following me.
The 7th spot is following me.
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