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Discussion in 'The Writer's Corner' started by Miz, Mar 22, 2009.
Epic fail on my part.
...i choose... NUMERO... 15!
Oh and number 14 is already done, by me
#16 The story takes place five years into the future, during the story there is a terrible misunderstanding, the story must have a incubus in it.
Here it is, it is more than 500 words though... more around 800...
Everything was black, no sound, and no life. The only sense was of smell. The smell of a blood stained body. The body of his wife. John, coming to his senses started to look at his surroundings. The curtains were closed and the door was shut. It appeared to be a hotel room. The only sounds were those of the noise of the bustling city outside and his steady breathing. Then smell hit him, almost knocking him over. He looked frantically around trying to find the source. His eyes locked onto his wife’s decaying body. He looked at his hands and they were covered in dark red blood. Blood of his wife. Before he could fully comprehend the situation there was a light knock on the door. John quickly covered his wife’s body with a blanket off the bed. There was another knock. John ran to the door. He opened the door and there stood a heavy set man in his thirties with a large thick mustache. The man looked up at John and wrinkled his nose with his mustache looking like it was trying to sweep something off of his face.
The man asked, “What is that bloody smell?” John froze, “It’s like something died in here!” the man added. Instantly every muscle in John’s body tensed up. John shakily replied, “No no! I left some food out all night and it rotted. Everything is okay.” The man eyed him suspiciously and looked at John’s hands and laughed, “I was only messing with ya son. Here I brought you your newspaper. And you should get that smell cleaned out. Here I’ll call someone to come do it for you!” John froze again, “Oh, everything is fine I can do it myself.” The man looked at him suspiciously again and replied with a huge grin on his face, “Oh, I insist. Expect him in the next hour. Have a nice day!” And the man turned around and walked away. John Instantly shut the door with a slam.
He looked down at the newspaper. His eyes instantly looking at the date, the date was January 15, 2014. “Wait that’s not right”, thought John. The last thing he remembered was going to bed with his wife five years ago. He could not remember anything else. Everything was a blur. The next thought hit him like a train. His wife is dead. He started to cry, and then more thoughts came to him. The first one was a memory of what happened right before he woke up. He remembered that he and his wife were arguing and the last thing he heard before he fainted was a gunshot and the sound of the bullet breaking through the window and piercing his loves heart. He was relieved at the thought that he wasn’t the one who killed his own wife. But then what would other people think? He looked at the newspaper again and right there on the headline was “Murders will have no trial. They will be shot when caught!” John said out load, “Oh great.” Just then there was a large heavy knock at the door.
It took him by surprise and a moment to realize what was going on. He started to panic but instantly calmed down. There was another large knock on the door. John got up and opened the door. There standing was John’s worst fear at that moment. A large cop holding a gun that John could not recognize looked straight past John and looked inside the hotel room. The cop said in a large stern voice, “Move out of the way or get shot.” John didn’t budge. The cop grabbed John’s shoulders and threw him to the ground. The cop stepped inside and went instantly to the lump underneath the bed coverings. He uncovered it and showed no sign of surprise and picked up his radio and said a code. He quickly turned around and looked at John. John was frozen in fear. Then the cop said in a larger booming voice, “What do you have to say for yourself.” John had to try to defend himself, “I didn’t kill her-“He was instantly cut off by the sound of the gun in the cops hands. Everything was black once more.
Suddenly John’s eyes shot open. He was lying in a bed in his own home. He suddenly realized it was just a nightmare. “A nightmare that a demon would have bestowed on me.” He thought. John turned his head over and looked at his sleeping wife and sighed. He was happy to know that she is still there. He turned back over and closed his eyes once more. Everything was black.
Hmm um, Did i pass or fail?
Though I replied to this,
Added 14 to the record
I enjoyed it, it met all the qualifications and I like the feel of the story.
Congratz You completed Challenge number 16
+rep for you
BTW - If it has a title please tell me it so I can edit it in your profile in the first post.
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Number 15 is an interesting one, and ill have a bit of fun with that on the weekend.
For now however; its an essay. *sarcastic joy*
I'll pick 17
I guess I failed my last attempt. lol.
Let's do 11.
Challenge Number 17!!!!!
Indeed, time to redeem yourself.
This one is an Easy one if you can do an action scene.
Pfh, why did I get an easy one?
Laaaaame. Alright, I'll just write something fun then.
You picked it, I just order the list.
Lady Luck is a bitch.
I know it's been about 3 months since I got it, so if there is actually any way to lose the challenge, I've probably already lost. But here's my attempt, anyways.
Now, I know what you might be thinking. You see me, standing out here by the back door, with a dumpster and some empty cardboard boxes keeping me company, and you think, "Who's this slob, this useless-looking lump, leaning against a dirty brick wall in his threadbare grey suit, acting as though he hasn't anywhere better to be?" But it's all a trick, see, a distraction, if you will. I'm out here to guard this place. Because I'm smarter than I look, you see.
And it's not as if Bruno put me out here just for kicks, neither. He said to me, "Sammy, you stay out here and keep watch, right? We've got our little charity thing-", winking at me (what was the wink for?), "-going on inside, and we don't want nobody sneaking up on us from behind while we're making the teddies for the kiddies, okay? So you just stay here and guard the back, and no wandering off. No," he says again, looking me straight in the face, "wandering off. And if some bloke shows up and tries to force his way inside, come and get me, and don't let him in." Then he patted my lapel, and was gone. He knows he can trust me, Bruno does. It's because I've got my schooling, and I know things. Like last year, I knew that this country was gonna have some big election-type political thing. Nobody believed me, of course they didn't believe me, because it's not like that sort of thing happens every year. But then all the banners and flyers came out, and I was right, of course. I know these things.
But I'm still keeping watch here, even after the guy showed up and went away again. I knew something was funny the moment I saw him strolling up the alley, not a care in the world. He had a new-looking black suit and tie, and dark sunglasses so you could barely see his face, and the garbage and puddles didn't seem to faze him one bit. So I knew he wasn't up to anything good, because a proper person would keep that expensive dressy stuff away from places like this. And he had this little plastic thing, like one of those phones you hook on your ear so you don't have to hold it, and didn't care none about the dripping from the roofs maybe getting on it and shorting out the electric parts, or nothing. A weird guy, all's told, and I had my suspicions of him from the second I saw him. So when he came up to me and asked me to let him inside, you'd better guess that there's no way I'd have done that, no way sir. So I asked him for identification.
He reached into his suit, and I tensed up, thinking maybe he has a gun or a knife or something, and maybe I should dive into the dumpster or whatnot (because of course they won't let me carry anything to defend meself), but he only pulls out a card for me to look at. I glance at it, and see that it has some symbols on it, and lines of small text, but then there's three large block letters that say FBI, and I know right then what's going on. He knows about our teddy bear charity, and he's up to no good. FBI, sounded out that says FURBY, like those dumb puffball dolls with the googly eyes, but the dummy doesn't even know how to spell it properly. So I know that he's obviously here to try and weasel his way in, maybe thinking he can get some trade secrets or something, but he's just a nobody, and I shouldn't worry. But I shouldn't let him in, neither.
It was just about that time that Bruno showed up again, looking somewhat out of sorts, as you might expect someone who's gone from making teddy bears to standing in an alley to be. I tried to tell him that this guy wasn't anyone important and he shouldn't bother about it, but he just shoved me aside and asked the bloke what he was doing bothering Sammy (that's me) for. The guy, not looking at all mad about being discovered like that, asked again to be let inside, but his fake I.D. card is long gone, and he didn't bother producing it again. I guess he thought that if it didn't fool me, it wouldn't fool anyone, because despite what's going on in me head, I know I look a bit of a lumpy. I tried to convince the guy to leave so Bruno and the rest can go back to their business, shouting that we don't want none of your cheapo puffballs, we stuff our teddy bears with the finest white powder, at which Bruno looked rather flushed for some reason. It did the trick, though, because the guy, looking rather interested (probably because he knew I figured him out), instantly turned around and left.
Bruno, of course, seeing that the guy was gone, immediately went back in and locked the door from the inside. No thanks, of course, but that's just like him, just a shake of the head and a sigh, as though to say, "can you believe that guy tried to fool us?" Although, now that I think of it, maybe I shouldn't have said nothing about the white powder, because I dunno if that'd be considered a trade secret, as they say. Oh well, what's done is done, and I'm sure that someday Bruno will come out and thank me properly. He needs me. I'm smarter than I look, you see.
Ah, to hell with it. I'll give this a shot.
Is number 10 available? If not, I'd like to get the number closest to it.
Though I replied to this, no matter. 10 is available
A little more of a random one this time around;
Don't forget, items and things like 'phoenix' I am not that picky about, so it doesn't have to be an actual phoenix, it can be an item that has a phoenix on it, or is named that, etc.
Oh good gravy, ive forgotten about this.
This WILL be done.