Contest [Issue 34] Continue the Story... Returns! [Chapter 1]

[Rico_Viking_9000 942]

Arcade Fantasy

Chapter 1

Jack woke up on Saturday morning. He remembered that today he was going to the Fun Arcade with his friends, Joe and Otto. He decided to sleep a bit more.

                    1 hour later  

Jack woke up again. He got out of bed and went to make his breakfast, which was toast, bacon and eggs, as he always had on Saturdays. After he finished his breakfast, he turned on his laptop to email his friends. He told them:

      Dear Joe and Otto,

I am excited to be going to the arcade today with you. I have heard that they will add a game today at 1:00. Let's meet in the lobby at 1:30.

     Best wishes, Jack

Jack went to mess around outside a bit with his neighbors. He messed around on his laptop after that, then got ready to go to the arcade. He got into his car and drove to the arcade. Joe was already at the arcade, but not Otto. Joe said, "Hi, Jack." Jack replied, "Hello. We just need to wait for Otto, then we can go try out the new game here." They went to the food shack to get some pizza and soda. Otto walked in the door after that. He saw them in the snack bar and joined them. "Hi guys," Otto said. His friends responded, Alright! Now we can go try out that new game. I hear it's realistic." They made their way over to the game, where there was strangely no one in line. The game costed $1.50. Jack decided to go first. He put in 6 quarters and pushed the 'start game' button. The game said on the screen, "Are you sure you want to play?" Jack thought that was weird, but he selected yes. The next thing he knew after that, everything was white and swirly. Then everything went black.

(This is not part of the story) Alright tankers. That was chapter one of the story. The story will get more exciting later, don't worry. Most books don't start out exciting. Jack and his friends are not in danger, don't worry. I will post next time more on this fantasy story. From Rico_viking_9000. ;)                                

[Rico_Viking_9000 942]

 

Bee In A Cloud

My sister Bink turned twenty-six two weeks ago. It wasn’t easy to pry her out of her room for her party and cake and the present Dad bought at Big!Lots. The truth is Bink hadn’t been out of her room for at least three years. She agreed to a bath but screamed the whole time. It took me and DJ and Little Crisp and Dad to hold her down in the tub. I lifted her belly flap and Little Crisp washed under with the wash cloth while Bink screamed. Dad sang the horse song then Bink simmered down and sang along as Dad scrubbed her poof of thin pink hair.

 

Luckily none of the birthday guests could hear. It was hard enough to cram four extra people into our kitchen. They ate DJ’s party snacks—bologna with spray-on cheese smiley faces a bowl of Bac-O-Bits raw hot dogs on sticks that were really yellow straws with bendy tops and punch he mixed in a bucket starring a giant can of Hawaiian fruit punch vanilla ice cream and little marshmallows. DJ was the house cook and he did pretty good for a six year old. You couldn’t complain. Seriously you couldn’t. One time I hid a pork chop under the couch and DJ found it and bit me on the thigh. That kid’s teeth are sharp. The bite got infected and stayed full of puss all summer.

 

Bink whimpered as Little Crisp and Dad got her dressed. Dad slipped her wings on but the elastics twisted and Bink said they pinched her arm fats. Little Crisp sat on Bink’s stomach as Dad struggled to pull up her socks and tie her shoes. Each time Dad got one tied Bink kicked it off. She ended up wearing just the one. Then Little Crisp dried Bink’s hair with the hair dryer that looked like a Martian gun until it puffed up all around her head.

DJ refused to entertain the party guests and was outside riding his Disney Princess bike in ever widening circles out of the yard and down the street and back. Dad put the cake in front of Bink and she blew out the candles. She knocked her birthday present off the table with her arm. Dad said “Happy birthday Bink. You look real pretty today.” Bink shoved a handful of cake in her mouth. Aunt Lucy said “It’s true Bink you look young as ever.” Uncle Lou looked at his feet. Cousins Eldon and Bethany made faces at each other as Bink opened the present. It was a blond wig with bangs and a black head band permanently attached. Everyone took turns trying it on and laughing at each other and when Little Crisp finally pulled it over Bink’s head Dad took pictures and made everyone say CHEESE. No one knew where DJ had got off too. We looked outside for him but couldn’t find him anywhere. We’re still waiting for him to come home.

 

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Yay! My Frist Post Ever

 

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[Flexoo 6,980]

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[1stsuperwhitedragon 408]

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[CRIME_GUY 72]

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[stuartb 234]

The life of the butlers

 

When the British, Mr butler bought shockworth castle, everyone told him that this was very foolish, that he would be making a huge mistake because the place was haunted. But Mr butler ignored it and answered, “I come from a classical country, where we have everything that has some forms of history”. And if there were such a thing as a ghost in Europe, we would have it at house in one of our museums.

 

A few weeks later, on a lovely July evening, Mr butler, his wife and their children, stuart, adele and the twins, went down to their new home. When they entered the avenue of shockworth castle, the sky suddenly became dark and spooky stillness was in the air.

 

Mrs Umney, the housekeeper, led them into the library of the castle, where they sat down and began to look around. Suddenly, Mrs butler saw a red stain on the floor just by the fireplace and said to Mrs umney, “I`m afraid something has been spilt there.

 

“Yes madam,” said the old housekeeper in a low voice, “blood has been spilt on that spot.”

 

“How terrible” said Mrs butler; “I don’t want any blood-stain in my sitting-room. It must be removed at once.”

 

The old woman smiled and answered, “It is the blood of lady eleanore de shockworth, who was murdered on that spot by her husband, Sir Simon de shockworth in 1599. Sir Simon disappeared seven years later. His body has never has been found, but his ghost still haunts the castle. The blood-stain is a tourist attraction now and it cannot be removed.”

 

“That is all nonsense,” said stuart, the eldest son of the butler family, “stain remover will clean it up in no time,” and he took a bottle of stain remover out of his pocket and cleans the spot. But as soon as the blood-stain had disappeared, a terrible flash of lighting lit up the room and a fearful peal of thunder made the whole building shake.

Edited May 17, 2015 by stuartb

[1stsuperwhitedragon 408]

looks like we have a winner

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[drazeruzumaki 5,021]

the smell of the gunpowder......i remembered those days when i played with my friends in the lawn and was happy bt now im going into war. A war to save the last bit of our glorious empire. Thunder told me that this may be our last war together. i remembered to have met him when i joined, he helped me go through the tough training. And i agreed and saw my leader getting ready. he went on the platform and said," comrades, the enemy may be strong and you all might want to leave to save the precious life that this god has bestowed on us bt atleast think abt ur comrades ur people the nation that ur a part of.....it might be ur last bt make sure to save the last of the great and glorious empire that we build together....". I had seen many tankers very nervous and scared bt i was feeling smthing that i cant describe i remembered the day i pledged to serve this great nation. i remember that day when my father told me that serving my country was the only thing that i can do to return the favours it had given me. I got in the tank and kissed my wife's photo and started to move......we all gave it our best. And then the tank beside me......Thunder was hit. As the tank burned i got out and tried to rescue him bt he said the war will continue and they will win even if it meant his sacrifice. I shed tears and thought "were his and the other's sacrifices enough......" and i attacked the enemy tank. Bang everything got quite............i saw debris in front of me and people were injured and as i tried to get up i could see a flag on the top of our hill.............the flag of our glorious nation. WE had won. For the glorious nation had stood. No one was happy although everyone tried to seem happy. I looked up to the sky and thought abt the friends i lost...............and then my mother pulled out the computer plug and i got a good scolding for playing late night video games,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

[AdustioAtqueDelerent 2]

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Edited May 18, 2015 by AdustioAtqueDelerent

[AdustioAtqueDelerent 2]

Plight of Transgression

 

             Darkness. An inescapable void unto which we are bound and into which we are destined. An indescribable phenomena from which all life originates, and to where all shall disintegrate. There comes a time when nearly all shall perish within it; there are few who can escape...

 

     Left. Right. Left again. Once more right. The movement of my steps had become a senseless rhythm. One with which I came to know all too well. Dodge left. Duck. With an inhumane instinct I fled from the threat of defeat: I flung myself yet once more from the clutches of an imminent afterlife. Twenty men down. I was the solitary man of my platoon; a toon of once glamorous valor, brought into shadow by the void which consumed our enemies. The whizzing of bullets which reached and attempted to touch were suppressed by my unrelentless desire to continue living.

 

     A rift had occurred. A rift in the system which so thoroughly disturbed the gentle fabric of cooperation and content. A series of riots within my 31st century city broke down the government, and tore away at society. Complete and entire chaos. It had to be fixed. I knew the problems of our day originated from the past. I had lost my desire to live. A shell of iron; it shot me through the heart, and alas I was no more.

 

     I experienced it before. A time at the end: the end of life, when the gist of man was removed, and his soul hollowed as he transferred to another life. Although, I - and almost none other than me - made way along a new path, and therein established my plight of transgression. I had conquered the predestination set within the minds and spirits of those who died, and proceeded to journey through space in time.

 

     For what is seen, is conceived in the mind. The material reality apparent to whom perceives it - the lands walked, the feelings felt, the thoughts expressed, the emotions shared - is merely a fiction of the mind. It was never real at all.

 

     Bending laws of time and physics - which I aforementioned simply failed to ever exist at all - I travelled to a distant time and place. I returned to an era of peace and tranquil nature; one devoid of the corruption and massacre of the modern century (again, modern is an entirely relative term). I sought to set straight from the start and instill into the hearts, minds, and souls of the women and men of admirable nature a desire for straightened morale, and respectable spirits.

 

     The very clutches of death - of which I deferred- became a self-containing prison which I detoured in an endless cycle of creation and recreation. I had experienced all meant to be felt, and learned all conceivable knowledge. I had only but to hope that my knowledge would be passed onto those within the realms of my thoughts, and that maybe, through proper living and guidance, my thoughts might become free.

Edited May 18, 2015 by AdustioAtqueDelerent

[snipeguyjace 0]

The Robin’s Trinket

 

            There it lay on the forest floor, face up, wings outstretched, revealing ghastly holes where curved talons had savagely ripped ruby plumage from its breast.  The immobile beak stabbed toward the swaying boughs of the majestic alders, which resembled pillars upholding the canopy of the wood.

            So it was that Doffy, the apprentice mouse herbalist of Oakleaf, discovered the robin.  Wandering through the shifting shadows of the forest floor, Doffy nearly stumbled into the bird’s inert embrace.  Fortunately, a trailing vine hung nearby, which the young mouse latched onto, stopping him completely.

            “Why thank you, friend”, the herbalist chattered, “I’m afraid if you hadn’t grabbed me there I would have gotten quite a nasty hug.”  Doffy chuckled quietly to himself.  Typically, the apprentice herbalist was quite saturnine, though when he was alone in the woods he would converse with anything that came to paw. 

            “Hmm…not one for talking, are you?  Tut, tut, you should learn to converse”, the young mouse chided the vine, then quickly changed moods upon seeing the robin’s prone form.  Doffy scurried to support his unexpected patient’s head, murmuring about its lethal wounds.  Suddenly, the bird’s eye flickered open. 

            “Krr…Groundcrawler, waste not your time, my life is ebbing fast.  Go, take this to my father, Windwing Everflight.”  Gradually, the amber eye closed for the last time.  Its talon opened, and dropped a small brown item into the leaves.

 

            *                      *                      *                      *                      *

 

            “Tragott, there is a dead robin lying in the leaves near the quaking alder.”  Doffy burst into the council chamber of Oakleaf, tripped on a protruding root, and fell flat on his face.  Tragott stifled a laugh by stroking his long grey beard, chuckling into his paw.  An old mouse, grey haired with wisdom, respected by the inhabitants of the mouse settlement, Tragott’s word was hardly questioned by any creature. 

            “So, if the bird is dead, then it is dead.  There is nothing we can do for it, even with our knowledge of healing.  Oakleaf mice have better tasks to preform then burying a bird, whose kind prey on our flesh.  Nature will take its course.”  Tragott had spoken.  

             Crestfallen, Doffy trudged out of the hall.  He wanted to do something for that poor bird.  Wandering out of the oak tree, the herbalist heard a birdsong floating through the forest.  Suddenly, Doffy remembered!  Taking the robin-shaped necklace from his satchel, he examined the beautifully carved bird.  That was it!  He would climb to the sparrow colony in the upper eaves of the oak, which housed the mice settlement.  Surely they would know how to find Windwing.  Never backwards in going forwards, Doffy started the perilous ascent up the oak trunk.  Partway up, the young mouse found some tasty mushrooms growing on a branch.  

“You boys look like you need something to do.  How about a little trip down my mouth?”

 After finishing his snack, Doffy resumed his ascent.  While the lower portions of the trunk had been easy, the upper parts were devoid of solid handholds.  It was on one of these that Doffy’s paw slipped.  Unintentionally looking down Doffy saw the immeasurable drop below.

[Daniel898 327]

Seeing so many people post their entries puts a smile on my face. :)

[1stsuperwhitedragon 408]

How many chapters. will there be? four?

[Rico_Viking_9000 942]

How many chapters. will there be? four?

Probably, but who knows?

[1stsuperwhitedragon 408]

Probably, but who knows?

ok

and the story contest is over for now

[kedar2 28]

ok

and the story contest is over for now

they have not yet closed it 

[CRIME_GUY 72]

Chapter. 1 : Encounter of future and past 

 

Every time I wake up the same fear clouded my mind. Screams of innocence, agony of the tortured, death of a civilization, it didn’t sounded right. King Erick’s time was over. The disease of injustice ruled the country. “It’s time” said Helios, the only family I had. “Any news from the west” I asked. “Odin’s men are close”. I got up and put on my amour & sword. We rode the horses till we found a place to rest. “Welcome Sir Richard” greeted the owner. “I see you still haven’t accepted King Odin’s rules”. He is not a King he never was and never will be” I replied. We went to an isolated table. “Here is the plan” I described it to Helios. “It’s too risky” “there comes a time in life where you have to take huge risk for huge rewards, this is that time” The owner delivered our food. I noticed a parchment of paper which said “you have been spotted - run” I thanked the owner with a nod as we rode to a quiet part of the country. It was nightfall already. Orion constellation was right above us. We made a fire, my sword was reflecting the moon’s light. Our final assault was tomorrow. My eyes failed me and I was asleep. Suddenly I was awakened by a shout. Helios was fallen to his knees, beside him was a strange object. “What is that?” I asked. It looked like a huge metallic beast with lights whizzing out of it. “Merlin’s beard is it a sign from above?” yelled Helios. Then it opened its mouth and a strange human looking person came out. “DUDE” yelled the creature leaving us with a confusion. “Introduce yourselves or I’ll introduce you my sword” I said. “Oh My God it’s King Richard of Northumberg, son of King Daedilus, defeater of the conqueror Odin. “It said. The lights were gone I saw the thing there were two creatures in strange armors. “Who are you and how do you know me?” I asked. “My name is Jake, this is Damian, and we are from the future. It said. “We come in peace” said Damian. “Why did you call me King Richard? What is the meaning of this?” I asked. We have a Crisis at hand and we need your help” said Jake.

 

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~CRIME_GUY

[1stsuperwhitedragon 408]

they have not yet closed it

 

oh I didn't know that earlier

I'll send you a pm if you want

[Pathfinder 1,690]

@GoldRock

 

 

The city of Dusseldorf had always been a pretty busy place. Winding mazes of buildings upon buildings, uniform rows of brick houses and factories sliced by the thin alleyways which criss-crossed between. As she trudged towards the large and bustling central square, she glanced at the charred marks which were still strewn across the once grand facade of the government headquarters. It wasn't often that any army personnel were summoned to such a place - in fact, it wasn't often that anyone was summoned to a place normally reserved for the shady diplomats and leaders who exercised an iron grip of control over the city. But then again, she wasn't just any ordinary tanker.

 

No One. That's the name she was given not long into recruit training, and that's what they called her ever since. During a particularly gruelling training out in Forest, she'd somehow managed to single-handedly evade half a dozen defenders, grab the enemy flag undetected and silently re-materialise back in her own base; all within the first 30 seconds of the round, Even her own squadron had been caught unawares, largely because they'd still been arguing over who should get to attack in the first place. Some slightly jealous bright spark amongst them came up with the name afterwards, on account of the fact that her absence hadn't been noticed - the name stuck, and that suited her just fine. Not that she would've stayed to talk to them anyway. When they weren't trying to get their heads around basic tactics in training, they seemed to spend too much time for her liking gossiping about the latest paints or boasting about their rather mediocre duelling skills. In other words, they were conformists - and that just wasn't her style.

 

As she reached the entrance, she wondered why HQ would take any interest in her; because her fellow recruits certainly didn't. Was it to do with that Forest training? That was one of her more stunning moves, but she doubted they were really interested in how well a relatively unknown recruit was performing. Maybe she wasn't fitting in with her squadron well enough? Fear and dread flooded through her as she realised what the consequences might be if those higher up thought she was 'rebelling' in any way. After all, don't ask questions and don't expect answers; a key lesson she'd soon learnt upon signing up for the military, and it was much easier to follow as part of a group.

 

As it turned out, she was correct on both counts.

 

The General was an experienced fighter in his time, with more than enough scars torn into his hull to show for it. Nevertheless, he still struck an imposing if somewhat battle-worn figure as he greeted her at the entrance.

 

"Wh... why are you here? What's all this about?"

The General responded in a reassured tone.

"Quiet. Follow me. And don't ask questions."

 

Typical. It looked like she'd have to wait a while before she received any sort of explanation, she thought as she was led down a marble corridor, the damage of shells fired in the not-so-distant past now all too visible in the contours of the cracked stone walls. Rumour had it that the headquarters hadn't always been the safe and secure place the population had been led to believe it was. She followed the General towards a room situated off to one side, and entered as a sleek black-coated hull hastily turned their way. This was clearly one of the politicians.

 

"Do they know she's here?"

 

He sounded pretty frantic, in stark contrast with the calm impression the leaders usually gave in their few public appearances. The General shook his head in response, and she was about to open her mouth to ask who 'they' were when she remembered she wasn't supposed to be asking questions.

 

"Well then, let's get started... Surely your head must be buzzing with questions right now? You must be pretty confused about why you're here."

 

The politician spoke may have spoken less frantically this time, but what he'd said stunned her. Surely she'd heard him wrong? That's not what she was expecting to hear, at least. He saw the shocked expression on her face.

 

"Oh, sorry, allow me to introduce myself. I guess you could call me a rebel."

Edited May 21, 2015 by Pathfinder

[Pathfinder 1,690]

Good luck!