Contest [Issue 26] Continue the Story! [Chapter 1]

BossManIn · September 9, 2014

Driving along the battlefront, I was suddenly hit by a mysterious bullet. "Who's there?" I called, then instantly cursed myself for being so stupid. One does not simply announce their location on the battlefield. With almost half my health gone, I quickly nitroed and shot out of there. Can't be seen, can't be seen, I thought to myself. This time, I hid behind a wall. Staring in disbelief, I watched as my health bar slowly decreased. I looked around, but nobody was there. I pressed tab to check the standings list, and everyon's name save mine was grayed out. "Bloody hell," I cursed as hovered my mouse over the leave battle button. But there were no buttons. I tried shutting down my computer. Nothing happened. Cursing with a vocabulary that would have made any moderator come and whip my butt, I tried everything. Suddenly, a voice boomed over the map. This is a fight to the death. But, (I could already imagine the sly smile on the mysterious tanker's face) you can't see me. With that, I was hit at least a dozen times by a twins before I could even comprehend what he said. Left with minimal health, trembling on the ground, I looked up to see the smoking barrels of a floating twins. "My, my, what a dissapointment." He said with finality. Then he raised his weapon for the last time.

King_Of_Portugal_3 · September 10, 2014

On a beautifull summer day, a little tank named wasp decided that he would see how the world is, explore every single piece of it, because he had never seen more than his old and rusty garage.

So he did it: took his dad keys, and went to the lock. The keys didn't fit in it, so the little wasp decided to grab his favourite weapon, a flametrower, and melt the door. Yes, you might be wondering how come his father didn't woke up, then i'll explain it in two words: horse tranquilizer.

Then, the little wasp went out to the world, and was admired with what he saw: fat mammoths; slim hornets; huge titans; hunters; and even people using railgun! And the best of all: the garages. There wore many wonderfull garages, with flowers all arond them, with pictures of wonder full weapons and all kinds of wonderfull stuff. When he left his street, he saw a very dark and sad garagee, and decided to go meet the owner to see if he wanted to turn that sad garage into a very happy garage. When he knocked at the door, a old mammoth and smoky oppened the door and said:

--- Who are you, and what are you doing here?

---I'm wasp, sir. i was wondering if you would like to turn your garage into a bether garage - said the tiny little wasp.

--- You came to interrupt Godmode_ON because of that? Come inside!

The wasp, scared, went inside.

---Here, drink this, said the old man, giving him a cup of oil.

---Thanks - said the little wasp.

The wasp started to feal dizzy and wanted to vomit, that was when he took a shot and ... TO BE CONTINUED

hello1758 · September 10, 2014

THE GHOST BOX!!!!!!!

IT WAS AN USUAL DAY GOING IN TANKI ONLINE. ME AND ALL MY FRIENDS WERE ENJOYING THEMSELVES PLAYING TANKI ONLINE.

SUDDENLY A NEWS CAME THAT GHOST BOX!! IS GOING TO ARRIVE. ME AND ALL MY FRIENDS STARE AT THE NEWS BECAUSE WE ALL HAVE HEARD OF GOLD BOX BUT NEVER OF GHOST BOX. SUDDENLY IT ARRIVED AFTER ALL OF US. WE ALL STOP FIGHTING BUT JUST MAKE A CIRCLE AROUND THE GHOST BOX AND JUST STARE IT . I REMEMBER THAT THERE WAS A SIGN OF SKULL ON THE BOX. SUDDENLY ONE OF MY FRIEND ROCKINGSTONE GO AHEAD AND TAKE THE GHOST BOX . WE ALL WERE WAITING TO SEE THE EFFECTS WHEN ,,, WHERE WAS HE???? HAS HE DISAPPEARED. YES I WA RIGHT.

HE HAS DISAPPEARED!!!.

WHERE WAS HE THEN NOW ??????????????

SUDDENLY THERE WAS SOME INVISIBLE TANK SHOOTING ON ALL MY FRIENDS WITH THE RICHOET (GUN). I TAKE NITRO AND HID BEHIND A BUILDING. AFTER 15 SECONDS I PEEP OUT OF THE CORNER

A...N...D

F...O...U...N...D T...H...A...T A...L...L M...Y

F...R...I...E...N...D....S H..A...V...E C...H...A...N...G...E....D

I...N...T...O G...H...O...S...T....S .

I WAS DRIPPING WITH SWEAT WHEN SUDDENLY I FOUND THAT

GHOST ROCKINGSTONE

WAS BEHIND ME STARING AT ME AND AS SOON AS I PRESS THE ARROW KEY UP THERE WAS A

BRIGHT FLASH

AND ..........................................................................(CONTD.)

GHOST BOX!!!!!

krisi1009 · September 10, 2014

chapter 1

the mystery tanker

One day a couple of tanks where very happy because a rare thing happened all of a sudden all the crystal boxes where replaced by gold boxes. But all of a sudden a tanker went into the battle and picked every thing up! But a hero a came and destroyed the bad tank one things for sure they say that rumors are going around that this tank still is in the battle fields but no one can see him they say he blows up the mines when that tanker gets destroyed but........

end of

chapter 1!

Ambitious · September 10, 2014

The Story of Davis

This 8-year old boy named Davis loved to play sports but-never won any competition. He always takes part in all the sports-comes out as last. He tries, tries, tries and fails, but he never wins. So one day, he took part in the running race of his school sports. Davis started running, he eventually got tired. As usual, he came out last. But he was very happy that he at least managed to complete the race. The principal of the school named Thomas saw the entire race. He saw how Davis came out last. Thomas went near Davis and asked him, 'Davis, I see you take part in every sports and never win. Why do you take part in this even though you know you will not win. Isn't it better to not take part in this events? Then Davis replied with a smile on his face, 'Sir, I try, try, try and try. I know I will succeed one day. Nothing comes without practice. Every time I lose, I get a step forward for winning and one day I will win. I should never give up, I must try even if I will lose. Success is earned from failure.'.

Then, the prize distribution for the running race was about to be given. The principal came to the stage and wished everyone congratulations for taking part in the race. Then he said, 'My dear students, before the prize distribution, I will tell you something really important. This is a sad story from my past, but I also learned many things from it.

The principal starts to say his story and everyone listens carefully.

"My 10 year son was very good. He loved us every much. We spent our time with him. My wife and I loved him so much. One day, we found out that our son has cancer.......we were completely broken. We didn't get to spend enough time with him. Tears fell from our eyes and we cried with sorrow and pain. The doctor said he had only 6 months to live. But my son, he was not the one who will cry. He always tried to make us happy during the days he lived. He told us jokes and made us laugh. He never made us cry. Only a week was left for my son, I took him near the beach for the sunset. I told my son, 'Son, I love you my dear. I wish you could lived longer........'. Then my son replied courageously, 'Dad, Life is hard. It is full of sorrows and pain but besides those, we continue. I might die but you should not destroy your life. Dad, I love you too, please don't give me pain before I die by crying. Dad, let me tell you something....' Then, I learned something really important from my son. He said, 'It doesn't matter how long you live, but how you spend those days is more important.'........................

To be continued, end of chapter 1.

qinwan9 · September 10, 2014

After being selected for the armored corps, many tankers were going on a mission. Our charming leader told us, ‘before we leave, all of us will spend the night in Dusseldorf‘, and every single tanker there yelled in loud "yes sir!'.

I was new there with 30 more tankers and a friend. Anyway, I followed the other tankers and fortunately I had got the room with my friend. It was evening and we were resting in our room quite comfortably.

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I was sleeping and I dreamt something. A tank was pointing his rail at me, and I had wasp m0 with a gold box’s shadow under my tank. I was terrified, so I woke up immediately! My clothes were wet because of my sweat. And I was having a really bad headache. I went out of the room and suck the fresh air into my lungs. After a few minutes, I came back to my room.

Because of fatigue after having a really tough training, I went back to sleep along with other tankers in my room. I didn't tell my friend about this dream. I thought that it happened to me because I was little bit frightened about going on a mission first time in my life.

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I went back to sleep. While sleeping, I dreamt the same dream again, but this time, a bit different. This time, I saw one more rail was coming around me and then, almost five rails surrounded me! I didn't know why I was alone, but I tried to go away from them. They pushed me after my each step which I tried to take away from them. And then, they charged up while they were charging I woke up with perspiration.

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Next day, we were teleporting through ships because the place where we were going was across the sea. The night came again while the journey and I wasn't sleeping because I thought that if I would sleep I would get a huge nightmare today. And that dream became true in a form of nightmare. I saw a rail standing on an island pointing rail at our ship. I wasn't able to recognize who was he as the since the raining and fog consumed the climate. I didn't know how he got across the sea to the island. Maybe a boat teleported him. Anyways, he then saw me and got so much angry and charged the rail and......

The questions coming in my mind were:

Who is he?

What does he want from me?

Why isn't he attacking anyone else but me?

To be continued!

Edited September 10, 2014 by qinwan9

MurrySaif · September 11, 2014

                                                                             TRUE STORY

Once there was a tanker who was happy but yet he was desperate ...... to make his team win a

ferocious battle he had to sacrifice himself some crystals to buy supplies and some powerful weapons.

Although he was saving crystals the situation in the battle field forced him to . Just as always he was

playing then he met his best friend , he talked about his prob just then his friend introduced him to a contest

where every tankers who wants crystals have the chance of winning big amount of crystals. Usually he

was not interested or confident about winning contests but for this one he was different he wanted to win

and was exited to take part in it with his friends .And so he decided to give his best shot at the contest.

He read many entries of the contest and knew that it would be nearly impossible to create a wonderful

and special entry that will make him win it but he never or will give up he discussed it with his friends

and family . he sat there , thought for hours and days . Finally after hours and days of thinking and hard work

he completed it . He was happy about it he read and read ensuring there was not any mistake to it

At last he submitted it to the judge hoping for the best ......



                                                                                                 TO BE CONTINUED :D

Will he win it ? stay tuned for chapter 2 coming soon !!!!!! :)

if u have any suggestions or idea to make this better plz pm me thank you !!!! :)

hmm...... i like it , nice thinking bro B)

Edited September 11, 2014 by MurrySaif

DarthvaderjonGTR · September 11, 2014

The Grand Offensive

Part 1: The Invasion

Commander Nikolai marched along the imposing row of tanks neatly lined up outside the defense perimeter of Berlin, the last German stronghold.

"Comrades, today, we strive to bring glory to our motherland, and to annihilate these ingrates from the face of the Earth! They will feel our full power, wrath, and anger! Mercy is not ours to give! Let them taste our vengeance while we send them all to hell!"

Sauntering over to a distraught looking soldier, he snatched the bottle of vodka from his trembling clutches, "save that for when Berlin is ours, comrade! Fear not, for victory is certain!"

A mortar shell landed near my tank, the ground shook and the sound of confused shouting rang in my ears. The musty, yet familiar smell of gunpowder and charred metal perforated the already saturated air. Everyone scrambled to their offensive positions.

"Happy birthday Hitler," Nikolai muttered under his breath.

"All units, attack! Fire at will! For mother Russia!"

Slowly, but surely, our formation of tanks began to advance, decimating all enemy troops in our path. Fierce resistance was met, with German troops and heavy gunfire bombarding our positions. Artillery shells whistled overhead as Gatling guns sought to inject rhythmical discipline into the chaos ensuing on the ground.

"We need air support!" Colonel Alexei hollered, motioning to the radio. Soon, heavy artillery fire came from behind us into the German capital. Suddenly, a strange silence fell over the street we were besieging. Enemy movement had ceased. I looked to my fellow comrades, only to find the same confusion and puzzlement etched on their faces. The street seemed abandoned, save for the multitudes of fallen soldiers scattered like breadcrumbs across the brick pavement, their faces contorted beyond recognition and limbs strewn haphazardly across the blood stained mesh of concrete and mangled metal.

The infantry inched forward tentatively, unsure and cautious at this unexpected development.

A single gunshot reverberated around the deserted street. A lieutenant from the 6th Belorussian front gave a muffled cry of horror and stumbled backwards. I had noticed the flash of the shot, bearing origin from behind a window on the third floor of a battered building. The sniper had clearly been trying to establish the chain of command and had been relatively successful in doing so.

"Contact from within the buildings! " The warning had barely left my lips when the windows of buildings from both sides of the deceptively empty street erupted in heavy machine gun fire.

Abandoning our posts and breaking formation, we dived for cover behind overturned vehicles as our infantry units began to scale the stairs to take out the snipers. Our ten tanks lumbering in the middle of the street slowly turned their turrets, preparing to neutralize the threat. Bullets ricocheted off the thick heavy armor of the sturdy T-34 tanks like peanuts as the turrets of destruction took careful aim at the doomed resistance fighters seeking cover in the brittle concrete buildings.

I clutched my assault rifle and tried to catch my breath. War was no stranger to me, but this was different. We had been caught completely off guard. Things could have gone much worse... I glanced at my companion Boris, seeking reassurance. He gave me a confident nod and motioned upwards. We were taking cover in one of the buildings and would try to take out the troops hiding upstairs. Adrenaline coursed through my veins as we scaled the stairs with unparalleled speed and dexterity.

The rumbling sound of the German tanks rose over the noise of small arms fire and artillery shells. The German tank battalion had arrived.

"Panzer Vor!!!" A loudspeaker resonated from the German line.

Realising the advantage of higher ground, we hastened our climb to the top floor.We turned the final round of stairs, with Boris ahead as usual. Abruptly, Boris stopped dead in his tracks. Slowly, he laid his rifle down on the unforgiving concrete floor and raised his hands. The sound of a pistol cocking echoed around the stairwell. Beads of perspiration trickled down my forehead as the sudden raw realization dawned on my tormented soul.

Swiftly, I ducked back down the stairwell as two pairs of scuff hairy arms pushed Boris into the room. For the first time in the war, I was at loss of what to do...

To be continued :)

Edited September 13, 2014 by DarthvaderjonGTR

ash304 · September 11, 2014

It is another normal day in Tanki Online.Some tanks play all day.There is nothing special in that day.Until...a RED box drops in one of that usual battles.Everything goes normal until it starts to drop.It started to drop and it dropped on an empty place.But no one was there.What was that ? . A tank saw the red box and drove towards it . He got shocked .It was a unknown box ................................................................................

To Be Continued .

Look Out For The Next Issue

r_Destroyiah0 · September 11, 2014

Where The Storm Came From:

Chapter One:

Homecoming

Five tanks are rolling in the dust, with the red flag in the middle, tanks all around me are celebrating, but I don't.

Im supposed to be on the lookout for snipers, yet I'm goofing off. "Come on, start shooting at those snipe's!" I think.

I swivel my rail' around the corner and send a bolt straight through a wasp just as it catches fire. "Piece of tin" I mutter . Every single tank has one life in this game, it was his fault he wasted it on a wasp.

Just then all five tanks explode, I see the pellets of a shaft zooming all around, it happened so fast. In seconds I'm the only survivor, I stroll through the carcasses of my dead team members. I manage to get back the flag while the enemy is still reloading, I capture it right when a railgun line misses my hull by an inch.

I take cover behind a small building. "Quick, I need to get to high ground! and fast" I tell myself. I pull out of cover, snatch up a health box, and make my way up ramps to the top of the map.

Turns out I'm not the only one there, theres no time to think, I roll up next to the sniper and obliterate his puny little piece of tin. I do a 360 scan across the map and see three more tanks coming up to my little hideout, "get ready for a fight" I think as I'm reloading and mapping out my escape route. But before I can do anything else, I'm engulfed in flames, I jump out the side of the tower, 10 stories high. As Im falling the flamethrower guy is falling at my side, we both are spinning to the ground, but Im the only one who makes it; I fire a beautiful shot at him and the tank explodes as we continue to fall. Luckily I landed upright and now I roll as fast as I can to another safe hideout, just as ricochet pellets are missing all over me. My turret shoots parallel against my hull like an old pirate ship does. I smile in satisfaction as my enemy does a 360 flip from the explosion.

Five new players have joined since the sudden turn of events. Realizing this is far too dangerous for me, I prepare to leave the battle out of cowardice, but right before I do, I see a tank with a fully upgraded Shaft and Viking, "wait no, that isn't a shaft, nor a viking!" I think, I cannot recognize the turret and hull, but it sure looks deadly. I am leaving the battle right when I catch a glimpse of it's title. What I see next will be what destroys hundreds of great tanks, a legendary tank, one that has been the dominant of them a long time ago, and it has come back from the grave………..

The Leviathan

Remember, if you think your the best, don't be so sure..

To be continued next week…………

Edited September 11, 2014 by r_Destroyiah0

r_Destroyiah0 · September 11, 2014

The Grand Offensive

Part 1: The Invasion

Commander Nikolai marched along the row of tanks neatly lined up outside the defense perimeter of Berlin, the last German stronghold.

"Comrades, today, we strive to bring glory to our motherland, and to annihilate these ingrates from the face of the Earth! They will feel our full power, wrath, and anger! Mercy is not ours to give! Let them taste our vengeance while we send them all to hell!"

Sauntering over to a distraught looking soldier, he snatched the bottle of vodka from his trembling clutches, "save that for when Berlin is ours, comrade! Fear not, for victory is certain!"

A mortar shell landed near my tank, the ground shook and the sound of confused shouting rang in my ears. The musty, yet familiar smell of gunpowder and charred metal perforated the already saturated air. Everyone scrambled to their offensive positions.

"Happy birthday Hitler," Commander Nikolai muttered under his breath.

"All units, attack! Fire at will! For mother Russia!"

Slowly, but surely, our formation of tanks began to advance, decimating all enemy troops in our path. Fierce resistance was met, with German troops and artillery bombarding our positions.

"We need air support!" Colonel Alexei hollered, motioning to the radio. Soon, heavy artillery fire came from behind us into the German capital. Suddenly, a strange silence fell over the street we were besieging. Enemy movement had ceased. I looked to my fellow comrades, only to find the same confusion and puzzlement etched on their faces. The street seemed abandoned, save for the multitudes of fallen soldiers scattered like breadcrumbs across the brick pavement.

The infantry inched forward tentatively, unsure and cautious at this unexpected development.

A single gunshot reverberated around the deserted street. A lieutenant from the 6th Belorussian front gave a muffled cry of horror and stumbled backwards. I had noticed the flash of the shot, bearing origin from behind a window on the third floor of a battered building. The sniper had clearly been trying to establish the chain of command and had been relatively successful in doing so.

"Contact from within the buildings! " The warning had barely left my lips when the windows of buildings from both sides of the deceptively empty street erupted in heavy machine gun fire.

Abandoning our posts and breaking formation, we dived for cover behind overturned vehicles and our infantry units began to scale the stairs to take out the snipers. Our ten tanks lumbering slowly in the middle of the street slowly turned their turrets, preparing to neutralize the threat. Bullets ricocheted off the thick heavy armor of the sturdy T-34 tanks like peanuts as the turrets of destruction took careful aim at the doomed resistance fighters seeking cover in the brittle concrete buildings.

I clutched my assault rifle and tried to catch my breath. War was not a stranger to me, but this was different. We had been caught completely off guard. Things could have gone much worse... I glanced at my companion Boris, seeking reassurance. He gave me a confident nod and motioned upwards. We were taking cover in one of the buildings and would try to take out the troops hiding upstairs. Adrenaline coursed through my veins as we scaled the stairs with unparalleled speed and dexterity.

The rumbling sound of the German tanks rose over the noise of small arms fire and artillery shells. The German tank battalion had arrived.

"Panzer Vor!!!" A loudspeaker reverberated around the street.

We hastened our climb to the top of the building, realizing the advantage of higher ground. We turned the final round of stairs, with Boris ahead as usual. Abruptly, Boris stopped dead in his tracks. Slowly, he placed his rifle on the unforgiving concrete floor and raised his hands. The sound of a pistol cocking echoed around the stairwell. Beads of perspiration trickled down my forehead.

Mad laughter filled the building and desperation filled my mind.

To be continued :)

Good job, this actually sounds very interesting, I bid you good luck!

r_Destroyiah0 · September 11, 2014

Please post what you think of my story!

Thank you

TriNitroToIuene · September 11, 2014

OBLIVION

CHAPTER 1

Connor was in Gubakha, a base for him to rest in before facing the militants that threatened the nation’s security. “Our nation needs your help, Colonel Connor! Defend it with glory!” Generalissimo Makarov had said, but now Connor could not see where ‘glory’ came in, because he had been travelling with fellow corps for at least a week, oozing sweat, his clothes covered with grime; rashes and blisters were breaking out on his skin due to the heat, and mosquitoes buzzed around them all the time.

They had set off from Serpuhov all guns blazing, holding their heads up and shoulders straight to impress the Generalissimo, thinking of victory, honour and fame, but now all Connor could think about was rest, air-conditioned tents and Coke (he was a strict non-alcoholic).

He sighed, but he had a duty to do. He immediately walked out for inspection of all the hulls and turrets. The Quintillion barracks were busy polishing their Railgun M3s, mean machines designed for going for the kill. In the battle, these would show no mercy. Assembled beside them were a gleaming set of Hornet M3s, all clad with the mighty Zeus paint.

“You need to work on your turret rotation, Ruben,” he said to a Captain. “Aye Aye, sir,” was the curt reply he got.

The atmosphere was tense all around the camp. Connor entered the Close Attack Corps to inspect their Firebirds and Freezes when he saw an Intelligence Board member sitting inside the tent.

“Any news, doctor?” asked Connor.

“The best, Colonel. We have tracked the militants to Bobruisk, a town about twenty kliks from here.”

“Very well. Prepare for the attack.” With that, Connor left.

Mark sighed and walked towards the Strategy Tent. They were short by both ammunition and people. They would just have to fight and see what happened after. If they win, they got the glory, but if they lost, they would die with glory.

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Suddenly, a purple shot split the air – A Railgun M2, the signature turret of the militant group. The battle was on.

Alarm bells started ringing, and Connor jumped into his Viking M3 and donned a Ricochet M3 with a grim slash on his face.

The special forces fought bravely against the militants, but for every enemy they destroyed, two more seemed to join their ranks. Every strategy of theirs was anticipated by the militants, even the most secret ones which he only shared with his officers. The special forces placed mines, used their supplies and even tried kill-stealing, but nothing worked. Slowly but surely, they ran out of ammunition.

Soon everybody in the special forces except for Connor was either dead or out of ammunition. As Connor geared up to make his final stand, he saw Ruben aiming a shot.

“Over here, Ruben,” he called, hoping for some backup. But Connor was shocked when Ruben turned his Railgun around and shot him.

Connor staggered for breath, almost out of health, and squeezed out the words – “Ruben! You traitor!”

“Sorry, Colonel, but I’m tired of being a fugitive. I want a luxurious life, and I’m prepared to do anything to achieve it. So, Goodbye, Colonel.”

Connor geared up to make a scathing remark, but then, as Ruben’s Railgun’s tip glowed orange, he braced himself for the agony to end.

~PRATY

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Edited September 16, 2014 by TriNitroToIuene

DarthvaderjonGTR · September 11, 2014

Good job, this actually sounds very interesting, I bid you good luck!

Thnx ;)

Edited September 11, 2014 by DarthvaderjonGTR

Eliabah · September 11, 2014

The Struggles of a Lone Tanker

Chapter 1 - A Meeting with the Rail

It was a cold winter day in the Highland, and Staff Sergeant Smoky was feeling quite sure of himself. He had never really ventured far into a difficult battle before, but rather was content to let his fellow man do the heavy lifting. As he scurried up a hill he espied a lone firebird in the valley. "Well!" he thought to himself, "with that wasp on, you won't last but ten seconds!" The Staff Sergeant took careful aim and prepared to obliterate the poor, helpless soul. Suddenly, out of nowhere a blue streak lit up the sky. The Staff Sergeant's tank shook as it began to tumble down the hill, smoke billowed from his hull. The Staff Sergeant struggled with all his might to regain control of his tank with only one thought clouding his mind, "WHAT WAS THAT?".....

Edited September 12, 2014 by Eliabah

hello1758 · September 11, 2014

please like my story friends. it is a new idea of ghost box

ppasha99 · September 11, 2014

It was a dark, cold and shadowy night. My friends and I were walking down the street. The city was pitch-black, with the only serviceable light source being the full moon. I was walking with Robert and Boris which at times posed an inexorable dilemma – they were covered within the night. I was well out of breath, to such an extent that I was trudging down the grotesque street. It’s infuriating because it was never like this before. The town of Bymist was highly revered for being as clean as a whistle but it appears it’s been debased by today’s youth.

“Anton, speed up the pace!” said Robert vehemently. He’s known for a while that I’ve been at a disadvantage when it comes to walking. You see, I’m a big lad; I’m not really a fan of exercise or anything that involves excessive movement. Due to that, I never really had a great childhood. My stature was a comedic gold mine. For years, I tried to whittle away at the pounds but it always amounted to nothing. That’s why, given that Robert and I have known each other for decades that he would acknowledge this and slow down for me. However, it seemed that was too much to ask.

“HURRY UP!” Robert then screamed. “If you don’t speed up the pace, I’m leaving without you!” After hearing that boisterous voice, it became apparent that my unhurried demeanour was a problem here. “Leave him alone, Robert!” Boris then said in a venture to stick up for me. “Fine then!” Robert finally replied. “I really can’t stay here. I’m out.” At this point, it was certain that Robert was perturbed it was down to Boris and I to get to the root of the problem. “What’s the matter?!” Boris asked, clearly proving our thought patterns were similar just then. Robert just ignored him, however; he wasn’t prepared to give anything away.

“Come on, we’re your friends!” I said, more enthusiastic than I’d been in a while. “Please stop!” barked Robert. “I don’t want you to be affiliated in anyway!” By then, I was able to break it down; I had concluded someone else was involved. “Who is it?” I said in a straight tone. “Who is troubling you?” By the expression that beamed off Robert’s face, it appeared that I was right. “I’ve said too much, I’ve got to go!” he then replied, before quickly storming off. Verily someone was bothering him, but we didn’t know why, and more significantly, who. I arrived at my trench and gave Boris the necessary send-off before slumping off inside.

“Take my hand, dear” said my mother, in a futile attempt to get me out of the state I was in. I’ve known Robert from way back so seeing him like that really hit home. There was absolutely nothing I could do. "Please, dear" my mother then said. It appeared she was very worried about me. "You needn't worry" I responded, in an endeavour to reassure her.

I didn’t know anything regarding the case, but one thing was certain; it’s that I would not rest until I found everything out.

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i like this one

ppasha99 · September 11, 2014

CHAPTER 1

One day..

and this one too i like

ppasha99 · September 11, 2014

The golden sun was falling and the pale yellow moon was rising.I was in my truck driving down a country road that was my customary route during peak-season.As i continued on,I began ascending what most folks call 'Knoll Mountain.'The leaves from the trees that hung above the road were falling as I drove by.I remeber looking down the beautiful hallows below the road full of red,yellow and orange leaves.So on I went driving up that steep mountain.Eventually I began to descend down the hillside and into the area folks call the 'Crow Creek Crossroads'.The crossroads split into four different roads:Peek Drive,Henry Road,Ground Hog Road and Darkened Drive.All the folks around here travel on each road-that is, except for Darkened Drive.The name certainly fits its,but there's just something else about that one road.People around here have claimed hearing strange noises coming from the woods that follow along the road.They say at night you can hear ghoulish howling and the echoes of knocking.Of course,on an evening like this,I just could'nt resist driving down that raod.

With darkness falling upon me,and being alone easily creates premonition.The trees were leafless as I drove by them and I could see the sun falling behind me in my rearview mirror.Sure I wanted an adventure,but nothing like what was about to happen to me.Suddenly I drove past a sign covered Virginia creeper and a dark road leading into the woods.I stopped and put it in reverse.As i slowly drove backwards I was looking into the woods.My heart honestly felt something to me...calling me to go in.I backed up so that I could read the sign-it had two words that aroused my curiosity:''Spooknite Valley.''That road already had a frightening name,but the name on the sign was even more ominous.Soon enough,the sky was becoming a darker gray and the wind began to pick up.What was i thinking?

Off down the dark road I went,venturing into what I had no idea,but it was going to be my worst nightmare.As i was driving down the road,out of the corner of my eye I spotted this tall hairy...

TO BE CONTINUED...

this one also good

ppasha99 · September 11, 2014

                                                                             TRUE STORY

Once there was a tanker who was happy but yet he was desperate ...... to make his team win a

ferocious battle he had to sacrifice himself some crystals to buy supplies and some powerful weapons.

Although he was saving crystals the situation in the battle field forced him to . Just as always he was

playing then he met his best friend , he talked about his prob just then his friend introduced him to a contest

where every tankers who wants crystals have the chance of winning big amount of crystals. Usually he

was not interested or confident about winning contests but for this one he was different he wanted to win

and was exited to take part in it with his friends .And so he decided to give his best shot at the contest.

He read many entries of the contest and knew that it would be nearly impossible to create a wonderful

and special entry that will make him win it but he never or will give up he discussed it with his friends

and family . he sat there , thought for hours and days . Finally after hours and days of thinking and hard work

he completed it . He was happy about it he read and read ensuring there was not any mistake to it

At last he submitted it to the judge hoping for the best ......



                                                                                                 TO BE CONTINUED :D

Will he win it ? stay tuned for chapter 2 coming soon !!!!!! :)

if u have any suggestions or idea to make this better plz pm me thank you !!!! :)

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ppasha99 · September 11, 2014

After being selected for the armored corps, many tankers were going on a mission. Our charming leader told us, ‘before we leave, all of us will spend the night in Dusseldorf‘, and every single tanker there yelled in loud "yes sir!'.

I was new there with 30 more tankers and a friend. Anyway, I followed the other tankers and fortunately I had got the room with my friend. It was evening and we were resting in our room quite comfortably.

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I was sleeping and I dreamt something. A tank was pointing his rail at me, and I had wasp m0 with a gold box’s shadow under my tank. I was terrified, so I woke up immediately! My clothes were wet because of my sweat. And I was having a really bad headache. I went out of the room and suck the fresh air into my lungs. After a few minutes, I came back to my room.

Because of fatigue after having a really tough training, I went back to sleep along with other tankers in my room. I didn't tell my friend about this dream. I thought that it happened to me because I was little bit frightened about going on a mission first time in my life.

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I went back to sleep. While sleeping, I dreamt the same dream again, but this time, a bit different. This time, I saw one more rail was coming around me and then, almost five rails surrounded me! I didn't know why I was alone, but I tried to go away from them. They pushed me after my each step which I tried to take away from them. And then, they charged up while they were charging I woke up with perspiration.

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Next day, we were teleporting through ships because the place where we were going was across the sea. The night came again while the journey and I wasn't sleeping because I thought that if I would sleep I would get a huge nightmare today. And that dream became true in a form of nightmare. I saw a rail standing on an island pointing rail at our ship. I wasn't able to recognize who was he as the since the raining and fog consumed the climate. I didn't know how he got across the sea to the island. Maybe a boat teleported him. Anyways, he then saw me and got so much angry and charged the rail and......

The questions coming in my mind were:

Who is he?

What does he want from me?

Why isn't he attacking anyone else but me?

To be continued!

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Edited September 11, 2014 by ppasha99

ORDINARY_DUDE · September 11, 2014

some stories are so awesome that it made me:

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ppasha99 · September 11, 2014

A Hope for Escape

As I walk home, gales of wind lash at my face like a ceaseless whip. On top of that, I feel a sort of sensation telling me I am being watched. I swivel my head, only to stop and gaze in front of me, everything sparkling a conspicuous shade of red, from the intensity of the crimson sunset. I feel bad leaving the majestic sunset behind, a picturesque moment. I continue walking along the remote, empty streets. To be honest, it’s unnerving to walk along the streets at this time, shadows constantly bouncing around. As I continue walking, I look to my right, and only get a quick glance at a hooded figure, covered in black, clothes immaculate. I am only given ample time for fear to take shape within myself. I open my mouth to scream, only to find a cloth being raised against my face. For a fleeting moment I feel as if there is no effect, and adrenaline urges me inflict pain towards my attacker. I kick him and he doubles down, but then I feel everything fading, becoming increasingly blurry. I slump to the ground.

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I hear voices, hushed voices speaking to each other. I slowly open my eyes, and a wave of grogginess washes over me. I look around the room I am being incarcerated in, to find nothing other than a toilet and a table, the rooms meticulously clean, walls painted a vibrant shade of yellow. All the memories of the previous night is a haze within my mind. As if I was a feeble old man, I arise from the cot I am held in, and move to the front of the “cell” in an attempt to hear the voices more clearly. The voices are like an old radio, too distant, and only providing snippets of conversation, “Jimmy cannot… could use floor… to get out.”

Another voice, “Ransom… thousands… he cannot escape” After that, the voices raise to a crescendo, and an argument arises.

What did they mean, talking about my escape, as if it was a tangible possibility? I am locked in a “prison”, and there is no apparent way to escape.

___________________

Days pass, days of hope for escape, until finally I set my eyes on my only chance out. I spot a loosened tile on the floor, that I could lift and go where it leads me to. Face caked in a mixture of concrete and sweat, I finally manage to pry open the tile. Beneath me is what seems to be an office, but abandoned, all items in it dilapidated. I open the only door in the office, creaking as it slowly inches open. Outside is somewhat of a yard, the sun shining above, while birds chirp harmoniously. The only thing separating me from escape is a small fence erected carelessly. I run, laughing in glee, pride swelling within myself. Suddenly, I hear a gunshot, followed by immense pain. I fall to the ground, paralysed by the pain.

i like this one too

ppasha99 · September 11, 2014

:DDDDD

Edited September 11, 2014 by ppasha99

Pathfinder · September 11, 2014

OMG i didnt know that tanki players are all good writers O_o

Why would you think the opposite :p

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