Forum Contest:Written Work

[Siege89]

Ok This will be the first of hopefully many Forums Contest. There will be a reward for the winner, an maybe even a End of the year contest, where the winners will be entered into a special contest

The First Contest will be for any Written Work. Essays, Stories, Poems


Anyone Can join in, You only need to post your work in this thread, It will be open till the end of the month, Then I will take 5 days to decided the winners

There will only be 2 Winners:

1st Place will get a $40 donation made to ADISC, In your name, you will have your Acct. Changed to "Donor". An a pass into the end of the year contest

2nd place will get a pass into the end of the year contest.

Rules:
1. Nothing that breaks any of the ADISC rules.
2. Do not PM ADISC staff about the contest, I'm the only one who can help
3. ALL WORK MUST BE YOURS!!!
4. All work must be posted in this thread bye the end of the month
5. Only 1 entire per person, per ea contest
6. You can enter in "old" work, But it may only be entered once, even if it dosn't win, the for the next contest you will have to use something else.

Ty Peachy, An Moo


OPEN TILL July 5th

[h3g3l]

Originally Posted by Siege89

Ok This will be the first of hopefully many Forums Contest. There will be a reward for the winner, an maybe even a End of the year contest, where the winners will be entered into a special contest

The First Contest will be for any Written Work.

Anyone Can join in, You only need to post your work in this thread, It will be open till the end of the month, Then I will take 5 days to decided the winners

There will only be 2 Winners:

1st Place will get a $40 donation made to ADISC, In your name, you will have your Acct. Changed to "Donor". An a pass into the end of the year contest

2nd place will get a pass into the end of the year contest.

Rules:
1. Nothing that breaks any of the ADISC rules.
2. Do not PM ADISC staff about the contest, I'm the only one who can help
3. ALL WORK MUST BE YOURS!!!
4. All work must be posted in this thread bye the end of the month

An if this needs to be moved that fine, Also if a MOD dosn't mind sticky this so it dosn't get lost

I have a couple questions:

1. Is there a submission limit (e.g. one per user)? One submission per person.
2. Any chance this could be done single-blind? Nope

Thanks, Siege: I've posted the answers here so that we have continuity.

[Siege89]

TY I also made some small chagnes to the First post to also show that

[Akira]

Interesting. So it can be any kind of written work at all? No specific theme or whatever?

[balancedchaos]

Alright...here's my entry. It's a bit longer, but...I think it's worth it. Taken from my blog.

"The Navajo Creek Geocache"

So of late I've taken to going on long walks to clear my head and hopefully lose some weight. Depression is insidious with me; one day I just kind of look around and say to myself, "I've stopped doing everything I enjoy, and I haven't talked to my friends in weeks." So yeah. Exercise is a good cure for what ails you, I figure. Better than porn, allegedly.

I wanted to hang out with my brother a couple days ago, but I knew I had to go on my daily walk as well; if I don't stay on my own ass like a Nazi, I too quickly fall out of a routine. I suggested a walk together, and he suggested a trail. Easy enough.

The trail, oddly enough, starts in the parking lot of one of our family's favorite restaurants, the Clearview; from there it runs parallel with the Calumet-Saginaw channel to Lake Katherine in Palos Heights. Full of vim, vigor and stupidity, we thought it a great idea to walk all the way to Lake Katherine and back. Why not? It's probably only 8 miles round-trip. Kid's play.

From the beginning we should've seen what lay ahead: a gigantic mud puddle grinned an ominous greeting at the trail's start. A gift from the rain two days prior, no doubt. Traversing the edges, we circumnavigated the obstacle and started on our merry way.

Probably six huge puddles later (the kind where you're clinging to thorny trees on the path's side for dear life as you pray your footing doesn't give out), it became a running joke that we were on some god-awful Lord of the Rings-style adventure to the lake. A bit later, as we reached a plateau that promised dry land, I told him about a lolrus I'd seen a couple days prior.

For the uninitiated, a lolrus is like a lolcat; as such, it's an internet meme that only dorks talk about in real life. Being a dork, I talked about it. I suppose the only thing you need to know about lolruses is that they typically are in search of their fish bucket. It's an inside joke that, when you've run out of all other possible options in life, you may want to explore.

Then I did my typical "Oh no, mah bucket!" exclamation as I tripped on something.

"That's what we are," my brother broke in. "Fucking lolruses on a mission to find our bucket." We laughed, not knowing how true it would prove.

There was a stone foundation where a building once stood, so we tried to apply our best CSI knowledge to determine what the building had been. Coming up with nothing concrete, we decided to Google the damn thing when we got home.

Walking on, checking out the scenery, we came across what can only be described as improvised wetlands. The ground around this miniature lake was dry as the Sahara, but for some unknown reason a fetid pool had gathered, complete with Cat's Tails and other plants usually indigenous to wetlands. I was floored by the very existence of the thing.

"What the fuck?" my brother asked, pointing down. A pool of black figures swirled around.

"Tadpoles," I said. "Make your own jokes."

"Well...what the fuck do they eat?" he asked, as puzzled by the sudden marshland as I was.

"The algae," I said, pointing to a thick carpet of the stuff a few feet away.

"Ugh."

"Yep. Disgusting shit."

We walked on, sort of losing our way but then figuring out where the path went. Under a bridge that spanned the river, then back into the forest. The trail was surprisingly winding now for no apparent reason.

We came to a river we couldn't cross, and stood there stupidly trying to find a way across.

"See those rocks?" my brother pointed.

"Go ahead," I said, arching my eyebrows in doubt.

He examined the rocks a little closer.

"Yeah no."

"Yeah, that's the kind of situation where you slip on the rocks, hit your head on the ground below, and they find your body in the Cal Sag three days later. But hey...go ahead. I'll let dad know what happened."

My brother started thinking we'd gone the wrong way, but then realized he and his friends had crossed this river, and it was just higher because of the rains.

We started looking around our surroundings. I saw some sheets of paper on the ground. Picking them up, they had all these different dates and phrases on them. Kind of weird, I thought. I showed them to Travis.

As he was looking them over, I came across a small pocket notebook on the ground. It said "Navajo Creek Geocache" in black marker on the cover. I told Travis to check it out. He pointed out that the first date in the notebook was 4-21-08, a day after he and his friends had last passed through. (Yeah, I know. A big 4-20 forest walk...ulkh.)

Now we got it...people who came across this place were signing their name and the date in this notebook. That was fucking cool. There were seriously 40 or more names and dates listed. It's so rare to start something that people actually go along with.

"It's like, usually...say you start a blog," I said. "Your best fucking friend only drops in once a month to see how you've been doing. I can't believe how many people went along with this."

Our curiosity with the notebook died down, I pointed out that there had to be a pen around there somewhere. We had to sign the thing. Period. Searching around, Travis found something ominous on the rocks 10 feet below us: a Ziploc Tupperware container.

"Well, 5 o'clock news here we come," I said, visions of bodyparts in my head. "I think we just found Stacy Peterson."

"Should we open it?" Travis asked.

I sighed. "Yeah," I reluctantly replied.

Travis knelt down to pry the lid off, so I put my one foot against the lid to help him get leverage.

"No, I wouldn't do that bro," he said. "You never know what's gonna be in here."

"Yeah, fair enough," I said.

He pried the lid off quickly, and what to our surprise did we find but a goddamn piece of shit. I'm not speaking metaphorically or exaggerating...it was a piece of shit. Literally. And it looked like the leaver needed more bran in his diet. Seriously.

The smell that wafted out of that container can only be described as dirty ex-girlfriend snatch. Just atrocious. Probably what the Chicago stockyards smelled like after a rain. Nothing like fermented feces to freshen the air. No, sir.

We got out of there after I kicked the fucking thing to the rocks below. Just atrocious. What kind of animal...something occurred to me.

"There was no water damage on those sheets of paper," I said out of the blue. "It rained two days ago."

"Yeah...that's kinda weird."

"Oh my God," I said as it all flooded into my head. "The Tupperware was used to house that fucking notebook. Somebody found the container, took the notebook out, ripped out all the pages, and shit in the Tupperware. And it happened recently."

"I officially hate people."

"Yeah, me too."

We walked to the nearest gas station and washed our hands. And then washed them again. We started the walk back to my car, now on a roadside. Our mood was defeated, and we didn't say anything for the longest time.

I giggled. My brother looked at me.

"It's not funny. People are fucking assholes."

"I know, but...seriously? That was a fucking gift from God."

"How do you figure?"

"Think about it. The first date was the day after you last came through here, and this happened probably the day before you came through today. That is a gift just for you from God."

"Some fucking gift."

"Well no...I mean, if any variables had changed, we wouldn't've even found that shit. If the water had been lower, we would've crossed the river and never looked around in that spot. If we'd come here a day before, the Navajo Creek Geocache might still have been intact. That is a gift from God."

He started to laugh and shake his head.

"A wise man once said that in life, everything is either a great experience or a great story. This is the latter, because...God knows, the experience sucked." We laughed.

And, we decided, we have the best inside joke of all time now. "Ugh...today was a real Navajo Creek Geocache" or "Fuck...I got Navajo Creek Geocached" or even "I feel like someone tore off my lid, threw away my notebook, and shit in me."

[Siege89]

That was really nice story, I laughed an laughed, and could really see it in my head,

[Takashi]

Here's my entry, it's a story I wrote for my Englsih class in my junior year of high school.

A Night at BHS

"Don’t go to Brandon High School at night." they said, why didn’t I listen?

It all began a few days earlier in the lunch room. I was having lunch with my usual group of friends and then the local idiot showed up. He was in his Junior year like us and I had known him since Freshmen year.

His name was Josh Holly, he always thought he was better then everyone else, which is funny because I took this guy up on every challenge he could throw at me and I beat him every time.

Well he come up and starts doing his normal thing of trying to show off and steal my girlfriend and we just ignored it. Then he starts heckling me about this legend that the school was haunted.

“If the school is haunted then why hasn’t there been a story about it in the newspaper and why haven’t I heard anyone talk about it?” I told him.

“Because their to scared to talk about it, just ask one of the seniors and they’ll tell you all about it.” Was his response.

So I walk over to one of my other friends which was a senior and she said that he was full up crap and I agreed with her and thanked her for her time. I told him that to seddle this I would spend the night at the school and prove that it wasn’t haunted.

Just then my girlfriend Jasmine pulled me aside and said.

“Are you nuts?"

I was not surprised by this because Jasmine had always been alittle afraid of the paranormal.

”Ken-kun I don’t care if he is an ass you can’t do this because what if he’s right, and I don’t want my Ken-Kun geting hurt."

I hugged her and told her that I would be fine and I promised that I would call her if I ran into trouble. She smiled and hugged me and gave me her “I'll still worry no matter what happens.” look and I smiled and went back to Holly.

“So what do you say? If I can last one night here and still be alive in the morning will you cut it out with all of this crap and leave me and my friends alone?” He agreed and walked away.

The day went on normally from there and then I waited until my parents and brother were asleep, grabbed some snacks for the night and left. I got to the school around 9:00pm and found one of the doors unlocked so I went in thinkg that one of the janitors must have forgotten to lock the door.

I sat in the lunch room and listened to my MP3 Player for about an hour and decided to take a walk. I walked all around the school and then went out to the auto teck area and took one of the golf carts out for a little spin. I drove around the school for about a half hour and then put it back so make it seem like no one had touched it.

I went back to where my stuff was and noticed that my MP3 Player was running, which was weird because I thought I turned it off. I turned it off and went to sleep. I dreamed about Jasmine and I on are wedding day and just when I was about to kiss her to complete the ceremony I was awoken by a loud “CRASH” sound and I sat up instantly and looked at my watch it read 3:00 AM.

I sat there for a minute wondering what it was that could have had such a loud noise. I came to the conclusion that it must have been the lunch ladies making breakfast, but then I looked at my watch and I saw that it was Saturday.

Then I thought “Oh maybe I didn’t put something back as carefully as I thought I did.”

I got up from my chair stretching and trying to wake up. I walked around for 5 minutes, turned a corner and stopped right in my tracks. Standing unfound of me was an elf. I had always been afraid of elf’s because of those wishing troll things that were popular when I was a kid.

“Hello!” he said with a grin on his face. Which didn’t make me fell any better.

“Who are you and what are you doing here?” I managed to say.

“My name is Alex, and I should be asking you the same thing, it’s a Saturday what are you doing here?” he questioned.

“I’m trying to win a bet, so why are you here?” I said still a little scared.

“I’m gathering supplies.” He said with a grin.

“At a high school?” I said now more confused then scared.

“Yes, trying to see if I can find some weapons.”

“Weapons? “ I said with a laugh. “Your not going to find any here, but I have a question. Why are you looking for weapons?” I said with a puzzled look.

“I’m trying to find a way to destroy this.” He held out a book with the Japanese character for death circled on the front cover. I tried to reach for it but he pulled it away.

“I can’t let you read this.” He said with a terrified look on his face. “If you read this you will die!”

“I see, so how did you come into position of this book?”

“My girl friend Illy and I found it one day when we were walking through the woods. She picked it up and started to read what sounded to be a chant of some sort and the next thing I know she was dead. Ever since then every person that has read the book has died.” He said with a said expiration on his face.

“Well this is just great.” I thought to myself.
“Here I am trying to prove that the school it’s haunted and I have this elf with a book that if I read it I die.”

“Follow me.” I said and I lead him to the main office to find a shredder. I found one a few minutes later and tried to tare a page out of the book so I could shred it and end all of this but the problem is it wouldn’t come loose. So I take out my knife and try to stab the book It looked like it was going to do it and the next thing I know the brade broke off the handle.

"Ok." I said “I have another idea.”

And with that I took him to the kitchen and throw the book in the oven and turned it to the highest temp. and pushed the ignite button, and we watched as the book busted into flames. After about 5 minutes of watching it burn I turned it off and opened the oven door to inspect the damage. I took the chard remains out of the oven and show it to him. He dropped to the ground and bowed in gratitude.

“Thank you so much, because of you the souls of the dead can now rest in peace and the book can never hurt another living soul."

“No problem.” I said and helped him up.

We walked out of the kitchen and throw the charred remains of the book in the trash

“Much thanks to you but I must be going now.” I nodded and he disappeared
I looked at my watch and it read 7:00 AM.
“Damn I got to get home” And with that I grabbed all my stuff and ran out the door.

I stopped at the paper stand and bought a paper so if anyone asked questions I could just say I was out buying a paper. I got home at 7:20 and thankfully no one was up yet. I put the paper on the table, went to my room and went to sleep.

I went to school Monday and when lunch came I told the group about what had happened on Friday night and none of them believed me which I wasn’t surprised, but there was one person that believed me and that was Jasmine. I told Holly that I stayed the whole night on Friday and even showed him some pictures I took of the school at night. He said that he didn’t believe me but gave me a look that basically said “You Win.” and with that I went back to talking with the group and life went on like normal.

[Siege89]

another great story

[Peachy]

Thread moved to "Stories in Progress"-forum and stickied...to give it the attention it deserves

[Siege89]

Ty