Contest [Issue 63] Continue the Story

kaisdf · April 30, 2017

Can we get AWC points for this?

Penguin40 · April 30, 2017

My entry:-

The Missing Diary

The gravestone before him was stone.

Grey, and chilled by the wind that swept through the graveyard, the words carved into it reflected the weak sunlight that filtered through the trees surrounding him. Three lines. A name. Two dates. A quote.

The same quote that was on a scrap of paper next to her the last time he had held her, the same quote that was underneath her final paragraph. The same quote that she wrote before she took her own life.

But now he knew differently.

He took out the card that had arrived in his letterbox five months after the burial. Two days before today. It was plain white, with a few lines printed on it. Anonymous.

It said that she didn’t do it. That it was someone else. Someone else who took her. Someone else who took her away from him forever.

It had an address. He would find it.

And then he woke up from a prolonged slumber. It didn't take him long to realize that it was all a dream. Everything seemed altered from what it was prior to his sleep. He stroked his eyes and glanced at the watch. It was already eleven o'clock. He soon took a bath and then had his breakfast. Within an hour, he was ready to leave his home. He had an appointment with Dr. Marcus that day. He didn't have to wait for long because there were only a few people before him. When his turn came, he nonchalantly went inside the room, got settled and sighed.

"So how are you feeling today?", the psychologist asked.

Ben started shivering and his face grew anxious. His deep gray eyes bore an expression of profound thought and he spared a minute remaining hushed. Then he stated, "Well, I saw another vision today. I really deem that she did not kill herself. Someone else had done it. I.."

"Oh, come on. It was just a nightmare. Why don't you forget whatever had happened?" Dr. Marcus interrupted. "Sometimes life takes away from us the ones whom we cherish the most. But we have to live on. "

"But what if it really was a murder? I am convinced it wasn't her writing. Someone else penned that message."

"You need a break. Why not visit some place and recline? It will be beneficial for you." Marcus said, avoiding his enigmatic question.

"Why don't you simply believe me?" Ben replied, rather superciliously. "I already told you that she had a penchant for writing everything in her diary. And her diary is missing. If that diary is ascertained, then the matter will surely be resolved. "

"But don't you presume that it's a little improbable? The entrances were locked. How could the murderer escape?"

"I don't know that. But there must be some way. Anyways, I shall leave now. My head aches a bit." Ben said and soon moved.

Ben was an editor in a daily newspaper company. Some months back, when he returned home, he was astounded to find the house in unbroken darkness. The door was locked but thankfully he had another key with himself. When he went indoors and turned on the lights, he got the greatest trauma of his life. His wife was dead and lying on the floor with only a knife in her hand that had turned red with blood.

He also found a letter in the table with a few words written in it. But that was insufficient to justify what forced her to take such a major step.

But after observing the handwriting, he immediately concluded that it was not written by her wife. He started believing that someone else had killed her wife, although the police had confirmed that it was a case of suicide.

He started suffering from schizophrenia. He saw hallucinations and heard his wife articulating with him. Then he met Dr. Marcus who started his attempts to cure him.

Dr. Marcus was a young doctor, not more than twenty-five years old. He had treated many subjects, seen a lot of peculiar cases, but Ben's situation was entirely different from that of the others.

"Whatever happened with Ben is quite tragedic. It seems tough for him to recover." Marcus' assistant said.

"Yeah, I know. I am trying to get him freed of the misconception in his mind. This is going to take some time." Marcus responded.

Marcus was determined to cure Ben and had commiseration towards him. In his house, he had a horologe that was pretty traditional. It was actually unserviceable for him as it didn't function anymore. He decided to sell it at 'The Old Curiosity Shop'. The next day, Marcus went to the shop carrying the heavy wooden piece.

When he reached the spot, he said to the shopkeeper, "I would like to sell away this clock. It's about hundred years old. How much money can you offer for it? "

The shopkeeper, who was an old man of sixty, looked at the watch scrupulously. He examined it and then said, "I don't think that I can pay you anything for this clock. But if you want, then you can exchange it with any different article in the shop."

Left with no other alternative, Marcus agreed. He forthwith began to explore the shop for an article that might be useful enough for him. Suddenly, something struck his eye. He saw a diary kept on the table. He picked it up. He was shocked to see that it belonged to Mrs. Erica Jones, the wife of Ben.

"Ah, that diary. Some man had brought it to me a few months back.", the old man told.

Marcus rapidly turned over the pages of the diary and paused when he reached 24th February, the day before she died.

He read, "This day has certainly been good enough. Tomorrow, I am going to give Ben a nice surprise on his birthday. I am sure he will be going to enjoy that. I am also going to prepare his favorite dishes."

He turned to the next page. She had written a paragraph on the diary that morning. When he read that, he understood everything. The words gave him an unexpected bolt. The mystery of Erica's death seemed to be unraveled. Now he knew that Ben's supposition was not a perverse one. He had to inform Ben about it and about the danger that lay ahead. He had to help Ben take his rightful revenge.

To Be Continued.

938 words, excluding what was provided before. This was thought out and written within a short period of time, so the plot might not be up to the mark.

Damn, I'm toasted, my assured 1st place has been stolen :(

No, seriously, awesome job man, that was brilliant, far better than I could ever write :D

@Gnatty Nice job, you too, man that was a nice twist. I'm interested to see who wins NOW, Kais or you :P

Hex · April 30, 2017

Can we get AWC points for this?

Sorry, no.

Hex · April 30, 2017

Oh and also, Tanki you have to start paying the reporters more,cause they seemed to be in a really bad mood while writing the three stories. :P

Maybe you should put this up as an idea in I&S.

:ph34r:

Magenta · April 30, 2017

its impossible to complete my story within 2000 words. i had created the storyline in my mind when it was 5k. now.....

can i plz do 2.5k?

Hex · April 30, 2017

its impossible to complete my story within 2000 words. i had created the storyline in my mind when it was 5k. now.....

can i plz do 2.5k?

No, 700-2000. You can try to cut or remove the "extra parts", such as sidelines or unnecessary descriptions.

Edited April 30, 2017 by Hexed

Penguin40 · April 30, 2017

No, 700-2000. You can try to cut or remove the "extra parts", such as sidelines or unnecessary descriptions.

Thats what I had to do too, in fact if there was previous word limit I'd do much bigger plot :p

r_Valk8 · April 30, 2017

^ Shame we started before the *Code was cracked*

HAPPSHOT · April 30, 2017

Eh , i have written the story, but cannot possibly type it up today , can i just reserve this post and edit it tmrw? PLXX

I have written it in a dairy

ps;

From the 3rd story

The monster threat

The radio transmitter sprang to life.The soldiers were aroused, ready with their guns while snapping of their drowsiness completely. When the radio transmitter became active snowflakes were making their way down to the earth and were sure to land on sleeping soldiers. But when they reached the ground , they found the soldiers in their positions. The sound had gone very feeble, perhaps the remaining sound caused was of only of the soldiers's breathing. The wind relentlessly tried to increase the noise in the environment but it wasn't just enough. A rookie soldier called "Happ" went to check whether the radio transmitter was working properly or not, because there had been many radio transmitter failures before. As soon as he picked it up, which had fallen onto the ground and had gone for a deep dive into the snow cause of the vigorous shaking that had happened inside it. Happ realized that in the most unexpected moments, the radio transmitter was fit enough to ring and turn the situation from peaceful to stressful. Then , he heard some movements behind him. But , even before the information could reach his mind, it was shut down by a blow on his head. Without even realising what had happened, his body went loose and he fell hard face - down on the iced up ground.

After considerably large amount of time, he was thrown on ground again to gain consciousness. Just the difference was that this one was snow-less and hurt more. After gaining consciousness , most of the soldiers grabbed their head and tried to understand the situation but Happ grabbed his nose and tried to understand its new shape. He realised that it was broken. He swelled with anger and looked around for the guilty. He found himself looking straight into the eyes of a big green monster. His anger of broken nose turned into the fear of losing other body parts as well. The giant monster asked with an angry expression on his face " WHO ARE YOU?" Happ found some courage into the deepening of his heart and retorted back " Who i mean, what are you?" Seeing him, other soldiers who were being asked thew same question retorted back with the same reply as well. But one unlucky soldier had got an angry monster to ask him the question as the monster swept him away at the retort. Before his fate followed the same route, he said " My name is Happ - Shot " Anything else? Others also understood the situation as the whole room echoed with different names. Then after the monster - name ceremony to the huge relief of soldiers the monsters went away. It seemed to Happ as if they were not on earth. The amount of oxygen seemed to be limited. Suddenly commander Jill shouted " Pals, the amount of oxygen here is limited, hold your breath as long as you can or we all will die!". Every soldier held his breath and was breathing like 1 breath per minute.

No one slept in the night, Happ just did what he always did at nights. He tried to remember anything about his parents who died in saving the country. He could only remember their voice saying " Do always what your heart says, even if mind does says the opposite" Then he realised that the floors and the walls of the room weren't made up of a normal material. It was a kind of material which gave away when put pressure on. He quickly thought of a plan. He shouted " Guys, if we keep pounding at the walls, we maybe able to break it and get outta here!" At first other didn't believe, they thought that what can a rookie do?? Happ said " Ok, rest. I am enough alone " as he started pounding at the walls. Others realised that he was right!! Slowly all of them started pounding at the walls, Happ was taken by surprise. Commander Jill patted him on the back and said " One man doesn't make an army." He understandingly nodded as they both joined the others. But then , they heard footsteps. The monster just rushed into the room just when the last layer of the wall was left to break. The noise caused that awared them of the breaking of wall. A monster grunted " Eh, keeping these here won't be safe" A soldier called Bill said " You know what monsters, F**K YOU!" There was a shout of bravo bill from the soldiers. The monster just evily smiled and said " You all will be the soldiers of our army soon." Then the hands of the soldiers were tied to their backs. The soldiers kept struggling, but their power couldn't overcome the power of monsters. The soldiers were taken to some other place. The monsters had done a mistake, they had forgotten Happ as Bill had pushed him inside the space made in the wall. He came forward to help but Bill beckoned him to stay inside.

He sadly watched his buddies go, but he knew what to do. He broke the rest of the wall and followed the others noiselessly. The helpless soldiers kept shouting and abusing but they had to move. It was very hot and almost no oxygen there. It was a kind of tunnel. Its walls were vibrant orange, with wavy patterns as far as he could see. He had to keep pace with the soldiers because as the soldiers were moving, they were utilizing the most of the oxygen. Thus, leaving no oxygen behind. After a while, they reached at the intersection of 3 tunnels. From the left tunnel, loud snoring sound was coming. It seemed like that it was the sleeping room of the monsters. While from the right there was no sound and from the middle a strange bubbly sound was coming which made him shiver. The monsters along with the soldiers went into the middle tunnel and he tiptoed behind them. The soldiers were led to another room, he just jumped inside as the doors were closing....

The sight which the soldiers saw was marvelous, though on the negative side. It wasn't a room, it was a peninsula, The difference was that it was surrounded by a dangerous looking green liquid ( resembled the monster's colour) instead of water. There was a grand throne near the end of the land. There was a big machine near the throne. It had a big pipe connected to the liquid and a tank. The tank was in turn connected to a big oval like thing which could almost 2 people and 1 monster inside. It was run by a small engine on its side. It seemed like the room of villains in stories. Suddenly, the monster started to remove the chains from the hands of the soldiers and forced them to form a queue. A monster said loudly " Now what do to , my lord?" Then to everybody's shock, commander Jill walked up to the throne and sat on it. She said " Start it quickly" The monster pulled out a remote and clicked a button on it. Bill said " What? You? with them? and i can't believed that i had a crush on you!" Jill just laughed evilly. Till now Happ was just spectating. Then he separated his mind from his shock and threw a rock on the small engine. The engine blasted into smithereens. The monsters were bewildered for some seconds. The soldiers tried to run or hide but the doors were closed so they ended up getting caught again. This time Happ was caught too.

They were made to bow before Jill. Happ asked through gritted teeth " How and why Jill?" She said " Oh what a pin you were left, so to thank you for giving us an hard time, I will answer you. All there years i worked for the country, but what did they give me? So, i used the beggars of the state and turned them into monsters by adding my own invited chemical. As they already had a lot of impure blood inside them already, it just made the job easier. NOW WE WILL ATTACK THE EARTH AND RULE!" The all monster cheered at this. Happ said " YOU ARE THE WORST HUMAN I HAVE EVER SEEN." Jill said " Oh thank you. As a welcome gift, let us why not make you the first soldier monster?" As Happ was being taken, he noticed that as his blood touched the monster's body , it seemed to loose his bodily substance. He realised that the his blood which was pure neutralized the impure blood.His first impulse was which came from the brain was to let this happen, his second impulse was to follow his parents and he did what his heart said He shouted " ONE MAN DOESN'T MAKE AN ARMY" He spat at the monster, the monster jumped back in fright. He grabbed Jill and jumped into the sea of chemical. The monsters were confused, not knowing what to do without their lord as they lacked brains. Then all the other soldiers jumped into the sea of chemical as well an took the monster along with them. The chemical was neutralized with so much of blood and the place was destroyed. Even some times after this, when the news of missing soldiers had spread through out the country, they weren't able to know what had happened. The people in the country stayed happily without even knowing how close to destruction they were. They as usual kept thanking the god for their lives when they should have been thanking the soldiers.

Words : 1624

Written in a hurry, surely wont win xDD

Edited April 30, 2017 by HAPPSHOT

Magenta · April 30, 2017

trust me, if u werent april fooling, i would have made a bigger and better plot. but alas..... -_-

Note: it's story number 3 by @Savage

Note: about 2003 words. Remember, u just had recommended 700-2000 words, it wasn't a rule. So u can't disqualify me for those extra 3 words ;)

Edited April 30, 2017 by Magenta

Drazox · April 30, 2017

Story 2 -

by @78190-facebook78

for a very long time, in a small village far from everything, lived a family of peasants and a child was outside playing his name "Timmy"

One evening, when their only daughter was walking in the forest, she was struck by lightning and lost her life.

She stepped back miraculously, and walked staggering towards the village to find help.

But when she reached the great square, all the inhabitants stared at her and left her.

This is where the zombie came out of his gray and wind-choked tombstone and the zombie said to him: Flee or you will have to do to me in my horrible cemetery

Timmy first frightened, relaxed on seeing that the zombie wanted him bad.

They began to run with all his might.

The zombie was angry at the person.

The zombie went after him:

As you are distinguished and eloquent, I will so much like to devour your brain.

Amused by these words, Timmy replied:

Nan, help me a zombie wants me to have the brain!

It would be with joy! But the zombie was already tired ... and will catch up after a very long pose that Timmy would have had time to run away and hide.

It is enough that you think of a thing of genius, that you put your perfume to hide your smell and that I roll in the filth to impregnate me of stink.

This is how the zombie and the person wonder: where is it?

The person found himself in a sumptuous castle which seemed to him too luxurious.

He quickly realized that under the appearances, the life of zombie was not so perfect.

The latter were only primping themselves in a long time and their main subject of discussion was how to find blood. He was vexed by the fact that it was their only food.

Soon the person bitterly regretted his family. He thought of his tender, quiet, kind family, which they lacked.

Here, in the castle of the living being, each one was focused on himself and no one paid attention to the others ... let alone to him.

He realized why the zombie was so bored and he felt stupid to let him escape to his gray and wind chilled tombstone.

Afraid that his parents had already replaced him, he decided to go home immediately on the field, without finding the zombie at his heels.

Timmy came out of breath in front of his underground passage.

Once inside, what he saw froze in horror.

The zombie lay on the ground, the body of Timmy's family completely dismembered. At his side, his parents tried to resemble their fan.

As soon as he saw the zombie, the person assailed him with questions:

What does he want? But who is it? And why the hell did he wear your clothes?

The family of the castle explained the situation to them while helping them to sew the members of poor Timmy.

Once on foot, but completely mutilated, Timmy fled at all times before the family of zombies could catch him away.

Timmy, devastated, apologized to his parents for all he had done and told them how much he loved them.

But this did not prevent Timmy's family, crazy with rage, from visiting the family of zombies and crushing their brains.

One evening, when their only daughter was walking in the forest, she was struck by lightning and lost her life.

She stepped back miraculously, and walked staggering towards the village to find help.

But when she reached the great square, all the inhabitants stared at her and left her.

This is where the zombie came out of his gray and wind-choked tombstone and the zombie said to him: Flee or you will have to do to me in my horrible cemetery

Timmy first frightened, relaxed on seeing that the zombie wanted him bad.

They began to run with all his might.

The zombie was angry at the person.

The zombie went after him:

As you are distinguished and eloquent, I will so much like to devour your brain.

Amused by these words, Timmy replied:

Nan, help me a zombie wants me to have the brain!

It would be with joy! But the zombie was already tired ... and will catch up after a very long pose that Timmy would have had time to run away and hide.

It is enough that you think of a thing of genius, that you put your perfume to hide your smell and that I roll in the filth to impregnate me of stink.

This is how the zombie and the person wonder: where is it?

The person found himself in a sumptuous castle which seemed to him too luxurious.

He quickly realized that under the appearances, the life of zombie was not so perfect.

The latter were only primping themselves in a long time and their main subject of discussion was how to find blood. He was vexed by the fact that it was their only food.

Soon the person bitterly regretted his family. He thought of his tender, quiet, kind family, which they lacked.

Here, in the castle of the living being, each one was focused on himself and no one paid attention to the others ... let alone to him.

He realized why the zombie was so bored and he felt stupid to let him escape to his gray and wind chilled tombstone.

Afraid that his parents had already replaced him, he decided to go ho.

me immediately on the field, without finding the zombie at his heels.Timmy came out of breath in front of his underground passage.Once inside, what he saw froze in horror.The zombie lay on the ground, the body of Timmy's family completely dismembered. At his side, his parents tried to resemble their fan.As soon as he saw the zombie, the person assailed him with questions:What does he want? But who is it? And why the hell did he wear your clothes?The family of the castle explained the situation to them while helping them to sew the members of poor Timmy.Once on foot, but completely mutilated, Timmy fled at all times before the family of zombies could catch him away.Timmy, devastated, apologized to his parents for all he had done and told them how much he loved them.But this did not prevent Timmy's family, crazy with rage, from visiting the family of zombies and crushing their brains.

zaydie_boy2000 · April 30, 2017

To the fellow tankers who wrote the sequel to the third story,I am sad to read that you have written the enemy as Germans,the writer clearly did not indicate the enemy as german and thinking of the enemy as German seems cruel and inhuman to me sure, they have done bad things in the past but that does not mean you have to taunt and discriminate them.By doing this you really hurt the hearts of german players who play tanki.Sorry if i wrote something wrong(I am Indian and know little about the germans).I dont want to start a war,I only want to advice others not to do it next time.Thank you for reading and good luck. :lol:

It was trench warfare and most likely set in ww1. It talks about shells too which were very commonly used in ww1. Nobody is discriminating against Germans. Germany and its allies were known as the Central Powers: Germany and Austria-Hungary, later joined by the Ottoman Empire (Turkey plus the Middle East) and Bulgaria.

zaydie_boy2000 · April 30, 2017

Are these stories being judged more on the plot and story or the complexity of the language used? If it's the latter then I don't have a chance... because a lot of other people swung more towards figurative writing over plot. :unsure:

Edited April 30, 2017 by zaydie_boy2000

Magenta · April 30, 2017

Are these stories being judged more on the plot and story or the complexity of the language used? If it's the latter then I don't have a chance... because a lot of other people swung more towards figurative writing over plot. :unsure:

Shakespeare's plots were like great. figurative writing...meh, not good. Look at where that got him. How can u lose hope?

Jokes aside bruh, it doesn't matter. Just whatever you write should be good.

Edited April 30, 2017 by Magenta

Magenta · April 30, 2017

It was trench warfare and most likely set in ww1. It talks about shells too which were very commonly used in ww1. Nobody is discriminating against Germans. Germany and its allies were known as the Central Powers: Germany and Austria-Hungary, later joined by the Ottoman Empire (Turkey plus the Middle East) and Bulgaria.

Trenches and shells can still be used today. Y not?

Just to avoid any conflict, it always best to not use real life countries.

zaydie_boy2000 · April 30, 2017

Trenches and shells can still be used today. Y not?

Just to avoid any conflict, it always best to not use real life countries.

True. Next time I won't.

kaisdf · April 30, 2017

Are these stories being judged more on the plot and story or the complexity of the language used? If it's the latter then I don't have a chance... because a lot of other people swung more towards figurative writing over plot. :unsure:

My impression from the first page was that we were supposed to continue the piece in the same style as the original, which is why I was nervous as Yiper is a fan of descriptive writing, whereas I prefer narrative...

And waw, story three has gone from no entries to the most entries in the space of 24 hours... RIP me winning :X

zaydie_boy2000 · April 30, 2017

My impression from the first page was that we were supposed to continue the piece in the same style as the original, which is why I was nervous as Yiper is a fan of descriptive writing, whereas I prefer narrative...

And waw, story three has gone from no entries to the most entries in the space of 24 hours... RIP me winning :X

Yeah ik... this is going to be tough :unsure:

opidude · April 30, 2017

(Continuation from story 1)

How to save a world… or maybe not.

I open the message. In it is a message from my good friend. It read, “Yo dood wanna go to KFC and eat sum chicken? Dem coupons arrived at ma house this morning.” Of course, I cannot refuse the mouth-watering KFC chicken that I had just been offered. I cast my world-saving responsibilities aside and left to spend some time with my friends and chicken.

            When we arrive there however, the KFC restaurant is a wreck. The windows are shattered, the roof is smashed and there’s bits and pieces of the brick wall from the once-was KFC. The tornado that struck the city last night must’ve wanted to eat some of the chicken too. I drop to my knees and I find tears forming from my eyes.

            Enraged, I storm back to my laboratory to find a way to save all of the remaining KFC restaurants in the entire world. I go to my desk, and start my computer.

            Suddenly, something plops onto my head. As I reach towards it, an unfamiliar voice started to speak. “I sensed a strong will for chicken around here… who knew it was from a petty human?” The voice continued to chuckle. “I can send you on a journey. It will not be an easy one. If you succeed however, you will be granted three wishes. If you decide to take the opportunity, simply grab the object I’ve placed onto your head. If you decide not to take the opportunity, simply shake your head like you’re gesturing a ‘no’.” Deciding not to take a chance from this shady person I’ve never even met before, I shake my head sideways. However, as the object falls onto the ground, I realize that it's a hot, juicy piece of KFC chicken. Unconsciously, I reach my hand out and grab the chicken, unable to let a perfect snack be ruined by the dirty floor.

            This is when I realize what I had just done. The voice whispers, “Seems like you have made your decision. Now let’s go!”

The room suddenly goes pitch black, and a mysterious figure suddenly appears in front of me. The figure talks in the same voice I had heard in the lab. “Welcome to your doom.” What? Before I can even wonder where I had just been taken, the voice speaks again. “Whoops, wrong cue card. Ahhhh wait…. I think it was somewhere around here…. Ah found it!” The figure clears its voice. “Welcome to… uhh… dre… aa… m… wait a sec.” The voice mutters in the background. “Wait mom how do you say this?” A higher pitched voice replies in the background, “Dreamyland, you nug” The voice then speaks in a proud voice. “Welcome to Dreamyland!”

I take a second to decide whether or not that piece of chicken I just ate was infused with some sort of hallucinogen or not. After a few pinches on my cheeks and a big slap on my nose, I conclude that this isn’t a dream.

The figure steps out of the shadows. It’s a… unicorn? It hands me an envelope. In it is a picture of a rainbow coloured sock. The unicorn sobs, “This is your quest. I lost this sock last week, and I just can’t stand seeing the remaining sock alone without its pair! If you manage to find him, I shall grant you three wishes.” ...It brought me all the way here just to help it find a sock? But wait a second. If what this unicorn’s saying is right, if I can find that sock, I might be able to save the world!

As I ponder on this matter, I find the something stuck onto the unicorn’s horn. It’s the rainbow sock that unicorn had been searching all this time. I point out, “Erm… It’s on your horn…” The unicorn glances at its horn. Tears pour from its eyes and it says, “Oh thank you so much… Who would've thought it was on my horn all the time? Thank you... Just, thank you..." I can't think of anything to say. I finally then say, "Well you're welcome..." I can't imagine how hideously confused I probably look right now. The unicorn then sobs,

"Now, as promised, I shall grant you three wishes.”

Overwhelmed by the stupidity of this unicorn, I mutter, “Wait let me think for a bit…” The unicorn then suddenly replies, “And your wish is granted!” Instinctively I say, “Wait—“ The unicorn interrupts, “Aaaand your second wish is granted!”

Okay, I must now be very careful. One wish left, and if I mess this up, the world may end. I shout, “I wish for earth to be saved!” The unicorn then suddenly grabs a computer out of nowhere, and begins to type some things. He then shows me the screen. On it was a Microsoft word document of a document named “earth”. The unicorn then clicks the save button. “And your wish is granted. Thanks for helping me find the sock!”

Before I can even say anything the unicorn happily fades away into the darkness, and I am left alone in the lab once again. What… just happened? Did I just throw away my wish…? This unrealistic situation I had just gone through… might’ve been the only chance I could’ve saved the world… and…

…

*Three years later*

The world blows up and everyone dies.

The end.

~875 words

lol things happen when its 3AM and u got 2 essays and a lab due morning xd

Is this a valid entry? :3 Because it didn't get the "valid entry" thing yet.

Edited April 30, 2017 by opidude

Mario3108 · April 30, 2017

Hi everyone, here's my continuation of 's history...

By the way, according with the data I've seen, I think that is DestroyerPdox, even when the author name of this story remains in the main post as DestroyerPdox.

Whatever, check spoiler below:

The Earth resurfaces

Then, I was there... Focus about this problem, and start thinking about a solution, each second was vital for me and the humanity. I had days thinking and long nights without sleeping. The main factor which would help me is to know exaclty the cause of the problem, due to nothing happens for nothing. It was one year since the madness started, 2088, and nobody knew why...

After a long research without a way out, finally the cause came out to the light...

Some of workmates who were still stood up, told me about a secret project they were working behind the scenary and nobody never knew about it due to it was abandonned. Why? Simple, it was really dangerous for the planet and the mankind.

What was it? Let's go 50 years back, 2039, a project focused to create salvation for the humankind against any adversity they may suffer. It was called "Herbage is the future" and consisted exactly about making a new plant specie, the one which would acquire an unbelieveable power to perform its main goal... help the humankind. But then, what was wrong with it? Due to all the abilities of the plant, its power was beyond they believed. It started learning about everything the scientists knew, so, a plant with an own mind was being developed by itself secretely.

It was a time bomb until the new specimen began to show its potential. When scientists knew about the abomination they created, it was too late... It tooks several years.... but finally... it began... Exactly in 2088, it went forward faster than they believed, and as a plant it started growing on the ground and started expanding accross thousands of miles. The specimen needed more water than unexpected and began to steal great amounts of this natural resource, causing deshidratation for the other plants and the animals. Then, if the other vegetables died, the complete food chain would start dying too. It happened like that, vegetarian animals started dying thanks to the famine and drought. Then, carnivorous animals started looking for more food, and walked accross long distances to find whatever they could eat... The famine was really great, and it forced to the carnivores to kill and eat humans to survive, however, the drought was killing them anyways. Finally, the mankind, the last rung on the stairs in the food chain, had and have just few months until their total extinction.

Not enough with that, as a defensive mechanism, the specimen shoots toxic gases, the ones which completely contaminated the environment. The enviroment became a time bomb too, and it reduced the chances of survival for the humankind. Humans were dying by tons per week, and that's why they had not time to ask or research about the root of the problem. The plant was and is basically trying to take the complete planet just for its specimen.

I was definitely speechless as well as a bit happy due to it's most likely that I will be able to get a solution. And finally, my brain brought me an idea as a possible solution for the problem.

Edited May 1, 2017 by Mario3108
Invalid entry, too short.

Mario_Chalen · May 1, 2017

Nice entries. :ph34r:

Bugs.meeny · May 1, 2017

Story 3 -

by Savage

Rain fizzes down onto the hard ground, crashing like lead onto the heads of the shivering men crouched just inside the deep groove cut into the sodden ground. Most lack helmets and many with gaping ugly wounds are struggling with the cold. Not far away, a streak of lightening rents the sky. Thunder's drums roll steadily on in the background.

The men are tired, exhausted in fact. Many are drooping like unwatered plants as the clutches of sleep grow ever stronger on them. Several are already lying in the thick layer of cold mud at the bottom of the trench, too tired to care where they fall. To the left there is a gaping hole in the trench wall, where a shell has ripped the earth clean away. The muddy water is stained red in places; red with human blood. A rifle lies nearby, seemingly twisted into a knot by some powerful being in a fit of anger.

Still the men hold their positions, gazing with tired eyes across the barren landscape. Little can be made out through the rain, except a few stunted trees.

A radio transmitter suddenly crackles into life inside the trench, loud even with the hammering of the rain. The men are aroused, and one reaches for the transmitter and flicks the switch...

Charlie was roused from his sleep by the shouting and tramp of boots. He shouted to one of his pals, asking what was going on. "Radio call from HQ, we're moving out!". Charlie sat back down, stunned by the news he had been expecting for the past weeks. He hated the trench, like everyone else who spent a few days in it, but to attack seemed like sheer suicide. The enemy was dug in across the field, ready to mow down any moving thing, snipers persistently watching for anyone to show their heads over the trench wall. Charlie has seen a few of those snipers hit their mark, splitting heads of men who tried to see the enemy, or simply those who needed a quick breath of fresh air outside the smelly trench. Charlie had always been at risk, as he was over two meters tall, and the trench wall was a little less. Whenever he walked down the trench, the men would crack jokes at his height; "Hey Charlie, lookin for a haircut?" or "Hey Charlie, I've heard these Germans have some of the best height reduction surgeons in the world!". Their jokes were old before they were made, but they always seemed to gain a few chuckles, and any form of laughter these days was precious. Charlie knew that he and the others would be running the gauntlet, each hoping to be one of the lucky few who would make it across the field with all organs intact. They were supposed to have cover fire from artillery, but with the rain and mud, it was taking to long to get them into position. So now Charlie and the others would have to face the full brunt of the attack, and all for one trampled, muddy field. Charlie knew he would likely die in this war, but when he did go, he wanted it to be in a fair fight. Orders were orders though, so he got up and started preparing.

They lined up in the trench, all of them ready to charge into hell. Charlie looked down the nearly 200 man line, and saw many of them checking their rifles for the umpteenth time. Charlie was nervous, but he knew the nerves would be instantly erased by the adrenaline rush when the Lieutenant gave the signal. He waited impatiently while a few of the men tossed smoke grenades into to field. The smoke filled the air, it was time to move. The men scrambled up the hill like ants diving into the smoke. Gunfire weaved through the air, making smoke trails as the bullets passed through the cloud of smoke. Charlie was moving quickly, firing his carbine if he saw a gap in the smoke hoping to keep at least some of the enemies heads below ground. Then he heard it. The screech of an artillery shell falling toward him. He dove to the ground, along with the men around him just as the shell exploded. The blast knocked his helmet off and left his pinky finger hanging from a thread of skin. Dazed and confused, he picked up his finger and stuffed it in his ammo pouch. Then, hearing shouts and gunfire he looked up to see that the enemy was charging in, machine guns buzzing men down left and right. He grabbed his carbine and started firing. after three unsuccessful shots, his rifle clicked. Empty.

Edited May 1, 2017 by Hexed
Invalid entry, too short.

sre123 · May 1, 2017

The Evacuation

2089. It was a time of death and despair -- the Earth had just survived famine, drought, and whatnot. With the population rising and more and more people dying each year, thanks to food and water shortages, the planet was rotting to its core. Scientists all over the world were gathered to find a solution and to put an end to the madness, where it all but went wrong. Terror struck the planet - there was nothing but rock and sand. The air became toxic. Plants and animals died. We, the humans, were on a path to extinction. Someone had to stand up and do something - someone who would work not for themselves, but for humans, and mankind.

Years passed. The promised success never came. The population dropped by millions each day. Gangs of robbers and scavengers lurked the surface, acquiring anything useful that laid in their path.

I was a lead scientist working at the Center for Population and Environment Control, or what was left of it. I received a message from my Center last night. I had to face an unforgiving reality -- I had been put in charge; I had to change the Earth and return it to normal...

23 - 5 2089

"This is a very difficult task." I thought to myself. Even though I had experience in this field, I was not sure whether this will turn to become a successful task because of the present condition of the Earth- There was famine everywhere. As told earlier, there were a very little number of animals and plants left for us to eat, and even those were very costly and even for me (A lead scientist) it was very difficult to afford.

I was living 3 miles away from the center. I was a bachelor. So, there wasn't much to worry about. The reason was that, since I wasn't in any relationship, there wasn't any burden on me to support the family, to look after my wife and children etc. But, the main problem was the Earth itself. The bad condition of Earth. Now, I have been given the opportunity. After thinking about it for a few hours, I understood that it wasn't so very difficult. The single thought of it opened up many ideas in my mind, and I was ready to execute those. I had planned for a lot of things to start, the next day.

24-05-2089

The morning was as usual. I had to cook food by myself and eat it. Even though there was a shortage of food, I had stored a few tons of food in my "secret hiding place" for my existence as I had already guessed, years ago that something like this would happen. By 9 00 AM, I got into my car. I drove to the center and stopped there. The few existing people in the center welcomed me warmly, and I noticed an unusual kindness in their voice. Must be because of my new position, I thought to myself. At last, I reached the cabin of the head. His name was Ilya and he was a very kind person. He greeted me and gestured me to sit down. I sat down, and he described my new position- My new powers, responsibilities and above all of them: My new duty. I was thrilled at hearing the powers of my new position, but at the same time was a bit sad about hearing my responsibilities. lol.

"So. Alex. What are your plans for reverting Earth to it's original and natural form?" Ilya asked.

"Sir, I've got many action plans running up in my mind. I just need some resources and time to execute those. First, I need 10 people, well trained in the field of Botany or Zoology and most importantly, in Astronomy. I don't need multi geniuses though." I replied.

"Alright, you'll have them in your office in another half an hour," Ilya answered.

Half an hour later

10 people had assembled in front of my chair. 9 men and 1 woman. Most of the men were not so strong. They were weak. But, the minority of the men were strong enough to lift a huge cliff. The lady was a brilliant and genius lady and I wanted someone brilliant for planning the different techniques and executing them properly.

I addressed them, "Hey all. You will be working under me. The 11 of us are the saviors of this wonderfully built, yet now on the verge of destruction, Earth. I would like you all to obey me and do execute all the orders that I give, without any sort of hesitation."

I was replied to by a very noise "YES". I was happy with the enthusiasm since I needed an enthusiastic crew rather than a dull set of people. I loved the enthusiasm.

I was very happy with my group. We were allotted room 12B, a room large enough to accommodate 25 people. I made myself seated in the largest chair, in front of everyone and asked the rest of the people to seat themselves as well. Then, we started the most crucial process of our mission - BRAINSTORMING.

We gathered many ideas. All of the people assembled had contributed, including me. Bot none of these ideas seemed to help improve the Earth's current condition. Our heads were paining. We were not able to accomplish the task given to us. I was sitting there, in the front chair. I was not a person who sits simply. So, I decided to go out for a walk. While walking through the garden, I heard some distinctive sounds coming from children. I was trying not to eavesdrop but, I was unable to stop eavesdropping.

"Hey guys, do you know one thing? Niel Armstrong was my grandfather's father's friend!" One boy said.

"Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaw" All the other boys roared in excitement.

This is when an idea struck me. "MARS EVACUATION". Yes, you heard it right. My master plan right now was to evacuate everyone to Mars. I know that ESA (Eathean Space Academy) had already prepared 100,000 colonies for people to live. "100,000 colonies will be large enough to accommodate 1000000000 people," I thought.

So, I ran as fast as my body could. I rank and reached the conference room where everyone was waiting for me.

"Guys! I've decided what to do! We're going to evacuate everyone to Mars." I said.

Everyone was confused at first. But, when I said to them about the ESA colonies, everyone seemed thrilled.

After getting approval from my crew people, I went into Ilya's room and told him about the master plan. He was also thrilled. As many people had died due to famine and droughts, only very fewer people were left on Earth. And thus, it might be easier for us to evacuate, I thought.

I called the ESA guys and asked them to prepare the spaceships for the evacuation. Initially, they told that it would take at least 6 months to prepare 100000 space crafts. But, after a lot of persuasion and recommendations from higher authorities, they said that they would speed up everything and finish the work in around 3 months.

I was very happy. My crew and me received a special bonus of 10000 Euros. But, I had to spend it in another 3 months. Who knows what is going to happen in the moon. :ph34r:

25-08-2089

Woohoo! I am right now going in a luxury space craft along with my crew members. It is so thrilling that I can't even take my eyes off the window. We will be reaching Mars in another 74 minutes. Till then bye!

And, this is how I saved the Earth.

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Edited May 1, 2017 by sre123

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