Forum Contest:Written Work

[baconbit]

Do you take bribes? Jus kidding you but really we need some more entries people.

[Siege89]

No lol, But your right I would like ot see more entires.

[blarg]

Hmmmmmm i think i'll write a story... now 2 quick questions, does the story need to be finished? If not do you take excerpts or works in progress because if it does indeed need to be finished then that'd require a short story -_-

[Siege89]

Originally Posted by blarg

Hmmmmmm i think i'll write a story... now 2 quick questions, does the story need to be finished? If not do you take excerpts or works in progress because if it does indeed need to be finished then that'd require a short story -_-

you can enter what you would like, I would suggest finishing it. But if you think the excerpt is good enough, than bye all means plz enter it.

[baconbit]

if your going to take an exert i would suggest about a chapters worth that can stand alone as a story.or you could always write a short story that would take a week to write lol.

[Chillhouse]

Here's my admission, a short (short) story.

Hunted

I woke up in the middle of the night. It was dark. Real dark. But there was just enough light that I noticed another person other then myself in my bedroom. He was starring down at me, wide-eyed.

“Who are you?” I asked him.
“I’m a vampire hunter,” he said. And, indeed, he was wearing a black kevlar vest, a holstered handgun, and a leather belt with several wooden stakes attached to it. He looked very scruffy with a two-day beard and messy thick hair.
“Really?” I said.
“Yeah.”
“How’d you get in here?”
“Window.” He pointed to my open bedroom window.
An awkward second past between us, and he just kept looking at me with his eyes open wide. “That’s… interesting,” I said.
“You’re my first vampire,” he stated, almost in awe.
“Uh… what?”
“I found your track a week ago and I followed it to this very spot.” I noticed he hadn’t blinked once since I had woken up. Almost as if he were afraid if he did I would disappear.
“Look, I don’t know how to break this to you, but I’m not a vampire.” He stared at me and raised his eyebrows in surprise.
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“But according to all the tracking work I’ve done, there should be a vampire in this exact spot.” He pointed to me on my bed. I just shrugged. “You’re sure you’re not a vampire?”
“Pretty sure. See? No fangs.” I opened my mouth wide for him to inspect. His shoulders slumped and he sighed a long, sad sigh.
“I’m new at this…” he said.
I held my hand up dismissively. “Don’t worry about it.”
“My teacher said I was a natural…”
“Really, don’t worry about it.”
“But I guess I’m not. I’m sorry for waking you up, sir.”
“No problem at all. Better now than after you shoved a stake through me, eh?” That made him smile, but I could tell he was still depressed. I couldn’t help but feel it was my fault somehow. I was supposed to be his first vampire, after all.
“Guess I better go then. Sorry again.” He turned to leave.
“Look, can I make you some coffee or something?” He stopped and turned back around.
“Sure,” he said.

We sat at my kitchen table for a half-hour drinking Folgers. He explained his career choice to me, and I pretended to take an interest in it. All that vampire-killing stuff is frightfully boring. But I could tell he liked his job a lot. He told me about his tracking methods. The tracking methods his teacher told him were his strong point, but he made the decision right there and then to work on them a bit more. I just sat there, sipping my rapidly cooling coffee, nodding my head appropriately.

Finally, we finished, and he got up to leave. We exchanged goodbyes and I wished him better luck next time. He left, and I carried the empty mugs to the kitchen sink. I got back into bed and pulled the covers up. Stupid idea to have coffee in the middle of the night. I tried to sleep anyway.

I heard the floorboards beneath my bed squeak. Something was moving around down there. A voice that sounded like a snake hissing drifted out from underneath my bed. “Thank you,” it said. I shivered, despite the warmth beneath my covers, and I pulled the thick comforter over my head.

Where was a vampire hunter when you needed one?

[blarg]

Okay then since i want you to have one more entry i'm going to enter my prologue tonight/today i'll start writing it now... there's no way i'm starting a new world hahah. I will not enter any of my old things though just to be fair be back soon.

[d4l]

Eh ill toss in something i wrote for English class. The thing was write a story about a horrific murder(s) from the killer point of view, i choose columbine.

April 19, 1999:
“I'll show them” Dylan said posting one of his rants to the site. Dylan spun his chair around facing his bed contemplating what was he was about to do. Dylan turned in his chair to face his bed, with a sigh he lifted himself from the chair. Dylan walked over to his bed and,laying down, slowly drifted in to a fitful sleep filled with dreams of blood and gore.

April 20, 1999:
A shrill buzz awoke Dylan. He dragged himself out of bed and was instantly awake. Dylan walked down the stairs of his noting the absence of any other person. He made his way out to the garage and began to load his vehicle with the supplies for the day's event. Dylan climbed into his car and made his way to the highschool. Upon arrival, Dylan began prepping the shotgun he had in his car. As he climbed out of the car Eric walked up, carrying a large gym bag. As you walk towards the school you see Brooks Brown. Eric having just patched a relationship with him tells him to simply “go home” ,and continues walking. You watch as brown uncomfortably walks in the opposite direction away from the school.

You and Eric head Towards the west entrance to the school, the bombs having been planted in the cafeteria failed. You sit on top of the hill looking down on the school, knowing everything is about to change. Eric yells,”go,go.” With this you both pull out your shotguns and start shooting at a couple sitting in the grass to your right. You see the girl pitch forward onto the ground as the boy runs in the other direction. You drop your trench coat to the ground pull out your 9mm, you fire at the students, smiling as they all fall to the ground. You and eric toss out pipe bombs as you make your way closer to the west entrance.
As you approach you see a teacher with a “knock it off”, on his lips and pull the trigger in his direction watching the glass shatter and him fall to the ground. You see the teacher rise and dispear down the hall yelling at the top of her lungs.

You soon hear sirens in the distance as you enter the building. You feel a soft wiz as a bullet goes flying over your shoulder. As you move deeper in to the hall you see a teacher and student running away from you. You pull the trigger and see a large red spot appear on the student body as he stumbles away

You continue down the hallway and enter the library. You briefly see the foot of a student sticking out from behind a copier and lob a shot in the direction, you laugh as the foot goes limp. Eric yells, “Everyone with a white hat stand up”, knowing a white hat signified anyway who played sports, making them a jock. Seeing that know was going to move Eric started moving deeper into the library”Well I guess I'll start anyways”. Eric whipped around shooting at a table he suspected had student under it, Hearing moans of pain Eric walks away. Eric walks over to the nearby by desk and looks under it, Grinning ear to ear he says peek-a-boo to a terrified girl, and pulls the trigger watching her head explode. The recoil had hit Eric in the face and his nose was bleeding badly. A girl was sticking out from a table nearby, with not enough room to hide. Eric walked over hanging her life before her eyes. You look over and see a student trying to help another wounded student and can just see the top of is head. You quickly squeeze off two shots and watch as he disappears. You hear Eric call and walk over. Under the table you find a bunch of jocks and start taunting them. Eric sticks a gun under the table and fires killing As Eric goes to walk away he throws a Co2 bomb and walks away.

AS you walk down to the end of the library you see Eric walk away from a table muttering “pathetic.” You and Eric set your guns on the nearby table and begin to reload. You and and Eric hear an injured girl crying for god to help her . Eric walks over and putting a gun to the girls head, asks” Do you believe in god.” The girl flounders with her answer and Eric walks away dismissing her belief as as pathetic. You see movement over in the corner and yell for the student to identify themselves. You hear a quivering response of john savage from across the room. “what are you doing”, asked savage. “oh, just killing people”, replied Eric. “are you going to kill me?”, asked savage. Considering that savage was a friend you tell him to get out of the libraray , and watch as he flees.

*********Later
You watch as Eric puts the guns between his teeth. He pulls the trigger and pitches forward, lifeless. You put the gun in your mouth knowing that nothing is coming after this. Your life flashes before your eyes as you hear the boom before everything goes dark.

[blarg]

Wrote this yesterday around 1 p.m. forgot to put it up. Don't judge too harshly it's 40 minute's work @ most and it's really rusty ahha, i'm prob gonna end up rewriting. (prob= 100%)

Prologue


Mathias, a guard on patrol duty that particular night walked through the dark streets of She'nais- the largest known human city. He was cold and bitter, the northern front of that year's summer had blown a tad bit southwards ruining the fine summer of the city. Muttering to himself about how terrible the winter was he took a left into a dark alley that he routinely would simply take a little stop at every night so that he could take a sip of his hidden flask. Smiling he put his bulky body atop an empty keg and took a swig of honey vodka- his favorite.

Feeling warmer he began to screw the cap on when he heard the rumbling sound of a guard in his armor. He barely stuffed the brown flask into the folds of his chainmail before the young Tobas came into the alley. “Tobas you're an idiot, you know that?”

Tobas who had seen Mathias, was more offended than surprised by the scolding tone of the other guard's voice. “How am I the idiot, it isn't me stuck in an alley sitting on a keg.” He took another look and he became more offensive towards the older man, “By my reckoning you were slacking in this alley, I should have you reported, guarding the city is not to be taken lightly!”

Mathias stood up to his full height which was a head shorter than Tobas, “You listen here, you're a greenhorn, you are on the wrong side of the city, you're watch is in the housing district, I suggest you go there before I report you for incompetence! I'm pretty sure veterans go over greenhorns these days.” From a distance one would assume that the short, fat, and old man would walk away but in reality it was the fat one that held the cards in this battle; for it was no battle of strength or prowess but one of simple stature. Waving his hand in disgust Tobas turned to leave when he felt a subtle disturbance in the air.

What he felt was no intelligent sense but rather an animalistic one, he lowered his guard with his back to Mathias and looked down the street. For a brief moment of a second he could've sworn he saw a shadow move but then it was gone. Standing there for nearly a minute he finally decided that it was just his imagination- and during that entire minute Mathias was pressed against the wall worried that he was about to be attacked by a fellow guard. It was of no surprise that he nearly collapsed of relief when the tall young man left the alley headed in the direction of the housing district.

However, the shadow that Tobas had so keenly seen, was infact Taures. Taures prowled over to the gate protected the palace of the She'nais. Muttering a quick phrase he swiped his hand over his eyes he felt a surge of power eminate from his core and converge in both of his eyes. The power quickly morphed from pure raw energy and into the nimbley crafted spell allowing him to see the threads of magic contrived protective magical measures which protected not only the gate but the entire castle.

His eyes widened as the immense glow of magic which literally lived over each castle brick created a blinding light his new found spectrum of sight. Squinting he began to look for a single poorly crafted spell of the thousands casted. It was no easy job for only masters of the art touched the wall but before long he found a faintlyl glowing vein of magic, it was pulsating quietly and slowly almost liket that of the sap going down a tree's trunk. Once again he drew from the core of his existance and willed himself into the Ethereal realm causing the surrounding buildings to simmer away into shadows of themselves leaving only magical creations before him. Striding forward he saw the entire network of spells flare a passionate red warning him of dangers if he would continue forward.

He stopped a step away from the web of magic and reached out and touched the feeble spell, his enhanced gloves greedily began to eat away magic- and as it was consumed the energy transferred to him allowing him to be the magic, at least close enough to avoid detection from the dormant magic meant to prevent intrussion. Satisfied he popped back into the physical world and planted his hand against the solid stone wall before him. Nothing happened, no alarm, no spell triggered, and all in all he was safe for the time being. The assasin backed up, pulled his gloves tighter and sprinted at the wall leaping at the last second vaulting his body several tims his height into the air clasping onto a small ledgewith one finger- and then immediately began to scale the wall.

//end of prologue

Hope you thinki it was interesting enough. If you're looking for some stories to read look up my previous posts.

[Takashi]

"waits for a winner to be declared."